He got up from the second row of pews slowly, fixing his tie as he went. Gray suit. Blue tie. Graying hair. Old, wrinkled, tired eyes. And he went up to the pulpit to read.

I was sitting to the side, with the other person altar serving with me. I was directly beside him, a couple yards away. I saw him from the side, his profile.

He began reading. He read slowly, he was in no rush. He let every word sink in as he read them, he really believed in it.

His eyes sparkled as he looked up and read “for a child is born unto you.”

For a child is born unto you

Maybe it was the way he said it, maybe it was just the fact that it was 1 in the morning on Christmas day… but the whole, packed church was quiet.

For a child is born unto you

Even if you don’t believe in it… wow.

For a child is born unto you.

And he put his hand on the bible and said into the mic,
“the word of the Lord.” He decended the steps and slowly walked back to the second row of pews, straightening his tie as he went.