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A pastor-friend of mine calls them "Chreasters," those people who come to church only at Christmas and Easter. He is wistful about that sizeable segment of the congregation he sees only on Christmas Eve and maybe Good Friday. Why pull out all the stops for people who give only nodding recognition to the Almighty on the holiest of days? After you've done that a dozen or two years in a row to little visible effect, it is easy to become cynical about the value of your ministry to the holiday-only crowd.

Every year at this time, I remember a story told at least annually by Lula, an older woman in our New Orleans congregation. More than 40 years ago, she was new in town, a poor young mother with four children. She and her husband barely scraped together the rent on the lot where their small trailer sat. The husband developed a reputation through the years as a difficult man, but he never prevented her from going to church. It was her only escape.

A few times in that first year after she arrived in our city, she brought the children to church. They sat in the balcony. She says she didn't fit in. Back then, ours was a well-to-do church, and she lived in a trailer on the other side of the canal. But it was the nearest church on the bus line.

On Christmas Eve, she bundled them up and they came to church once more. She didn't know what she was looking for, she said. The music was nice, and she welcomed a few minutes of quiet in her troubled life.

Then, something happened.

This tiny woman who felt so lost and insignificant in a large city far from home found a place for herself at the manger. "It was as if God turned on a light switch in my heart," she'd say, describing her realization that Christ was born to be not only the Savior of the whole world, but her Savior, too. "That's when I believed. Christmas Eve, right up there," she'd say, pointing to the balcony seat 40 feet from her regular third-row pew. She became for us "Miz Lu," the director of our weekday preschool, surrogate mother to hundreds of children across the years, our own tiny Mother Teresa embodying Christ's love to a needy community.

I wondered sometimes about the pastor who preached that Christmas Eve service. Had he tired of the holy trudge from Advent to Epiphany? I would understand if this preacher had grown weary of the listless crowds who punctured the silent night with their scuffling feet and snuffling noses, knowing that after Christmas most of them would disappear for another year like Brigadoon on a short schedule.

Did he struggle as I have trying to find a new angle on the Christmas story? After recounting it from Mary's vantage point—and that of Joseph, the shepherds, angels, and Magi—did he consider Herod or the camels? A camel's eye view of Bethlehem. Did he resort to extra-biblical characters, like the innkeeper or the innkeeper's wife? Did he conduct extensive word studies on "betrothed" or attempt to prove with astronomic timetables the arrival of a large comet in 4 B.C.? Or did he simply tell the old, old story, knowing it is still the best?

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Posted: December 17, 2007

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