The Church in the Valley (Christmas Eve 2011)

In the soft glow of twinkling lights, hymns raise upon the hushed air.
Brightness flares briefly as candle light is passed across the pew, soft chuckles resound as stubborn wicks refuse to light.
A stillness lays lightly upon all who sing, fussy children quiet slowly, as Silent Night gently swells.
The piano lays hushed as the only instrument used is the simple voice of Christ’s Body raised in praise.
Here in the midst of the valley, the small church sings of the birth of the Savior.
Within this valley, nestled amongst forested hills, lies a bit of God’s heavenly love.
Within this church, wounded hearts are gently stitched back together with stronger thread, tears of fear are wiped away by quiet acceptance, peace is found within the arms of loving friends.
This is the church in the valley. This is a small part of Christ’s living body, moving through life one day at a time together.
This valley has seen it’s shares of troubles, but still this little church perseveres. It has weathered the storms of life, surviving the buffering of heavy winds,
It has risen above the high flowing waters, while softly singing of the birth of the Christ.
It’s been touched by tears of sorrow and pain. A year past has seen too many goodbyes for comfort, but still the church rejoices as more saints stand before the Lord in heaven.
Within this church, tears are meet without fear and praises echo from wall to wall.
Within this valley, nestled amongst forested hills, lies a bit of God’s heavenly love.
He puts each person, full of brokenness, within this church so they can rub up against each other, sharpening our dull spots while rubbing away the roughness of the world.
He chooses whom will come in contact with whom, and he has chosen me to become part of this little church in the valley.
When songs floated on the chilled air, singing the birth of the Savior, faith was found and a path was set.
Through loving kindness God forced me to grow. He broke me down and built me up, like clay in the potter’s hands.
He taught me trust through the elder’s words, and Scripture’s Supremacy through sermons of Pastor’s passion, he taught me strength of character through friends’ weakening bodies, and faith through a widow’s teachings, and kept me in humor and love through it all.
This is the little church in the valley. Overlooked by many, loved by the special ones. God’s little bit of heavenly love found between the forested hills.
Where a young girl of new faith can be tempered into a woman refining her faith. This is the church that has built me and whose love will continue to guide me as I walk with Christ.
This is the church that survives life together and who can truly feel the presence of God amongst us.
This is the church in the valley, amongst the forested hills, where the Body of Christ sings of the blessed birth of our Savior. This is my beloved church family living amongst God’s little bit of heavenly love.
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