Community Christmas Carol Service

I have grown to love this new community in which I find myself, and a lot of it has to do with my friend Jodi.

Jodi has spent pretty much all her life here and - along with her family - is part of the warp and weft of the fabric of this area. She has tucked me under her wing and introduced me to people who have welcomed me and graciously invited me to step inside their circle.

It was Jodi this summer who was the first to sign up to host a Five-day Backyard Club, and who even accompanied me to Moose Jaw to learn more about the program.

Then after a successful week, it was Jodi and a couple of the moms who wondered if we could continue a program for the kids in our area. We decided to see if we could start up a Club DJ (short for David and Jonathan - a king-to-be and a king's son who covenanted together to be loyal to each other and to God). 

And thus a fledgling little group has started meeting together in the Endiang Hall on the first and third Sunday evenings of each month; and so for our last meeting of this year, we wanted to do something special for our much-loved little town, something that would gather friends and neighbours into an old-fashioned expression of love, joy, peace and celebration.

We decided a Christmas carol sing-along would be the very thing.

But who could sing?

Whenever I have encountered obstacles to ideas that come into my head, I have found that- nine times out of ten - someone in my own sibling group will be able to point me in the right direction, or even provide the solution.

This event proved to be no different. I called my brother, Allan.

He and my sister-in-law have been making music together for 30 years, and they consented to come. The Good Rancher also mentioned it to their two sons, good musicians in their own right, and they promised to talk it over with their wives.

A sister familiar with the workings of churches and celebrations and décor designed the invitation at the top of the page; she also sent me design tips …

My brother sent me the list of carols he had selected for the evening, and I asked my friend Susanne if she would be willing to tell the story of the little pine tree who wanted nothing more than to be beautiful enough to be chosen as the queen's Christmas tree.

Another sibling with an unerring eye for beauty and design created the cover for our carol songbook:

And Sandra at Tumbleweeds Print and Sign Shop in Hanna managed to print them for me in a three-hour window!

Meanwhile, Jodi and I decorated the beautiful little Hall in Endiang.

Esmerelda and Asher -

does anyone remember them from 

the Tea House days?!

Jodi's mom found this utterly charming 

nativity for the entrance to the auditorium 

At last it was almost time to open the doors, and in walked my handsome nephews carrying instrument cases and with wives and babies in tow - they all came this wonderful evening!

They were followed shortly by the handsome Buchwitz brothers, who had committed to being the greeters and handing out songbooks for the occasion. (This picture is from a previous occasion; alas, I missed getting all three of them together as they were far too busy with their guests!)

We delayed the 6 pm start for a few minutes as we added more chairs and got the last comers seated.

The house lights went down, the stage lights went up, I said a few words of introduction and welcome, and then the music started.

"Joy to the World!" rang out the invitation from the stage. Those of us in the congregation cleared our rusty throats, set aside the busyness of our everyday lives and "let heaven and nature sing" in response.

My brother wove the story of that first game-changing Christmas, and how its impact transforms lives even today, through the melodies and the words of the songs. When it came to "Go tell it on the mountain," he called out, "Wait for it!" and Luke beckoned us to follow him as he danced his bass guitar down the scale from the verse to the chorus.

Next the sweet strains of "Away in a Manger" - we repeated the last chorus with no instruments as we sang "Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care" and we looked around at a beautiful representation of those very kids singing along so sweetly and earnestly with us.

And then - the story I had been waiting for. Susanne told us of the little pine tree in a forest where the trees growing there were all in competition to be the one chosen by the Queen for her Christmas tree.

It was small, true, but it was perfect. It was sure that if it just kept growing a little more, it had a chance …

But then there was a terrified rabbit being pursued by hounds. All the other trees tightened their branches so that the rabbit couldn't hide. As the little creature drew close to Little Pine, the tree made a split-second decision: it lifted its lower branches and the rabbit darted in, trembling but safe, just as the hounds charged past looking for their prey.

The next morning, Susanne remarked sadly, those lower branches were not able to return to the perfectly symmetrical shape they had been before the rabbit had found refuge.

Oh well, Little Pine thought, Maybe there was still a chance if the Queen didn't notice the lowest branches …

Fall turned into winter and a mother bird was caught in the middle of a snowstorm. She flew into the copse of trees looking for shelter and a place to wait the storm out.

The big trees had one goal in mind, however; they tightened up their branches until they became impenetrable. Little Pine, however, saw the fear and the exhaustion in the mother bird`s eyes; opening up a little gap in its upper branches, it motioned for the bird to fly in and take shelter until the storm blew itself out.

After what seemed like a very long time, the weather grew calm and the bird gratefully slipped out of its hiding place. Little Pine stretched and reached, but could not get the branch that the bird had rested on to curve back to how it looked before.

And then, as winter dragged on and food became scarce for the animals, a little deer stumbled into the group of trees. It had gotten separated from its mummy and was frightened and hungry.

You know what happened: the bigger, more sensible trees with their goal  looming even closer put up their barriers; so Little Pine welcomed the baby to nibble on his tender needles, to get sustenance from the bark and pine cones. The fawn received the strength it needed to be able to go on and find his mum.

But Little Pine looked very much the worse for wear.

And that weekend the Queen came on her sleigh to choose the tree herself for this very important celebration.

She entered her forest, expecting to see the beauty and majesty of the trees and make her choice. But as the sleigh came near to Little Pine, the Queen saw the sorry state it was in, and she became incensed. What was that wreck doing in her lovely forest? she wanted to know, and ordered her men to chop it down and burn it.

Little Pine had never felt more wretched. A gummy teardrop trickled off one of its wounded branches.

But as the driver clucked the horses past Little Pine, the Queen looked more closely. She saw the footprints of the rabbit disappearing under the lower branches. She looked up and caught a glimpse of a feather where the bird had rested. She saw where the bark had been rubbed and the needles nibbled on by the baby deer.

And she glimpsed the heart of Little Pine, understood that it had sacrificed itself and its ambitions to help these poor, vulnerable creatures. This is the one! she proclaimed.

So the henchmen cut down Little Pine and carried it tenderly to the palace, where it was placed in the spot of honour and festooned with the most beautiful decorations imaginable.

Pine trees to this day now grow without perfect symmetry, the story concluded, for the good Queen had recognised that Little Pine had lived how we should all live - in service to others. Because what one does for even the least of the Christ child's creatures, one does to Him …

A couple of carols later we found ourselves listening to the haunting introduction played by Angie on piano and Craig on guitar (he made that visually stunning and acoustically perfect guitar!) to "Mary, did you know?" The plaintive melody combined with the powerful imagery made me think of all the seeming contradictions of Jesus, God's son, born to die.

The last line of the song reads, The sleeping child you're holding is the great I Am. In the hush that inevitably followed the song, Allan explained that "I am" was God's promise to each of us that He can fill the void of heartbreak, pain, loneliness, sorrow, need, despair - whatever it is we truly need, God will be for us.

Here's a simple, gentle version of the song, featuring its composer, Mark Lowry:

The evening started to wind down. I read the Christmas story of a mother riding into a strange city and - finding nowhere to stay - delivering her baby in the stable with animals and her faithful husband Joseph as her attendants.

As the beautiful, familiar words of John chapter 3 and verse 16 started to fill the hall, Jodi dimmed the stage lights and turned on the spotlight, and all eyes were drawn to this magnificent sight:

Just before the last song we would sing together on this wonder-full evening, Allan sang one of his favourite songs as a solo: "Down from his glory."

Then he got the kids who had been practising for school to join them on the stage, and they signed as we sang "Silent Night"

As the last notes reverberated in the air, Allan offered a quiet prayer of thanks - for the evening, for the food and visiting we were about to enjoy, for the greatest Gift of all; the house lights came on and most of us moved downstairs to enjoy the unbelievable treats people had brought.

Some of us, however, stayed upstairs to chat for a little longer, basking in the new gentleness of this room, harking back to memories of special Christmas concerts past at this very place.

There was not much time for nostalgia, however, as the floor curlers were booked in bright and early on Monday morning! I wandered upstairs after mingling for a while in the basement, only to find that two magicians by the names of Jodi and Twila, along with their contingent of elves - Joslyn, Ryder, Bronc and Colter - had pretty much packed everything up! These two women know what it is to open their arms and their hearts on a regular basis to help others in need. Tonight, our community of carollers felt their generosity of spirit, saw the love we had sung about in action as by their example they taught their children that it is more blessed to give than to receive.

And what better time to learn that timeless truth than at Christmas?

Peace on Earth, good will toward all!