I was blown away by our church Christmas Eve Eve services last night. What a blessing! Great job putting it together by Jon Lepinski. And great job by Mike, Liz, and Connie working through the logistics.
Jesus was uplifted and glorified. Jesus was the theme of our song. One highlight for me was the totally joyful rendition of Go, Tell it On the Mountain, with kids, choir, Jon, Liz, and the band, leading to a perfectly celebrated finale… and I don’t really even like that song! We truly have a message to tell on the mountain and everywhere, that Jesus the Messiah is born. Hallelujah.
Another highlight was Ken Jones, one of our pastors, singing a beautiful Christmas song and accompanying himself on the piano. Beautiful, lilting, and meaningful song–he wrote the song, by the way–followed by a heartwarming, and encouraging Christmas message. Great job, Ken.
I can’t skip the awesome bluegrass band singing Away in a Manger, the kids’ choir, Abbie on violin, Ken on sax, Ben on drums… I’m gonna get in trouble now by skipping somebody, so I’ll stop.
I’m so thankful for all you guys. Grand Slam!
We packed out all three services, especially the last one, which was standing room only… estimates hover around 1,900 in total. Many thanks to our volunteers who showed up at 2:00 and ministered till 8:30 p.m. We love you guys, and you did kingdom ministry.
Looks like we’ll have a white Christmas. Since we live above the valley floor,we occasionally get snow while the rest of our town gets rain. We’re on a ridge at just under 1200 ft elevation… the city sits at 500 ft. It’s snowing now, 6:00 a.m. Christmas eve morning. Big fluffy flakes. The ground is already white. The kids are gonna go crazy! We have a small hill for sledding right next to the house. The snow will be gone in two or three days, so we can still gloat to our Chicago friends.
My mom and dad are spending Christmas with us. We’re so happy for that; our kids are super excited. It’s colder than their Florida blood can handle, so we’re keeping the fireplace cooking. My dad has found his happy place… a comfy chair next to the fireplace. My mom, too, has found her happy place… cooking pasta, sausage, and homemade tiramisu for our company today. It was a special treat for me to watch Monday Night Football with my dad. Us lifetime Chicagoans watched the Bears beat the Packers… winning ugly is still a win, right?
We’re having another houseful today–a total of nine kids. Snowmen, snowomen, snowballs, and snow angels will give way to hot cocoa and lots of noise in the playroom. It’s especially cool for my son, who shares his birthday with Jesus (we throw his big party in 6 months, and he’s good with that…)
We are blessed, the Bible says, with every spiritual blessing in heavenly places. I can only add an Amen, and echo St Paul: Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.
Merry Christmas from the Giovannetti’s
I received a fresh supply of Inner Mess books on Monday… all ready to go. Click the link on the top right to order an autographed copy. I’m so humbled by the excellent response and the encouraging comments I’ve received. Please pray for the book to touch many lives with the matchless grace of our Great God!