Previously posted on December 4, 2017
Every year my church puts together a huge event for
Christmas called “A Walk Through Bethlehem.” For many years, I have
participated as a member of the choir. Sometimes we are at the front,
entertaining the crowds as they wait to enter our village and learn about the
birth of Christ. Other years, we are at the end singing our Christmas songs
while the crowds drink wassail and hot chocolate, eat cookies, and contemplate
their experience. Either way, we perform our set of ten to twelve songs and do
our part to make it a special and festive event.
Inside the village, Roman guards usher you along as you pay
your taxes (not really), complete your census form, and then wander through the
shops and tents of the common people. As you sample the food and crafts of a
typical Judean village, you can warm yourself by an open fire or get close
enough to pet one of several live animals. On the way out, look for a very
special newborn and listen to his story. It’s a good one.
Each night, I watched a multitude of youngsters walking
around showing off their brand new children’s Bibles and a variety of handcrafted
items they had picked up on their walk. Everyone was smiling and I was glad to
be a part of such a great Christmas tradition. By the end of the first evening,
we were tired and hoarse and wondering how we were going to make it through the
next two nights, but still, it’s almost Christmas and I can hardly wait!
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