It comes at a stressful time this year, but what a day, what a thing to celebrate. Today at church the choir, composed mostly of elderly folks, sang songs written hundreds of years ago; and their voices sounded strong and beautiful. The future, that is the small children, fidgeted and made abrupt noises and stared shamelessly at strangers’ faces. Families strolled in late. People walked in solo, too. Others arrived alone, then saved seats for relatives. Men and women from every continent celebrating and worshiping Jesus, some two thousand years later. Many accents saying, “Peace be with you,” and many different hands to shake. Be firm with the young ones, but delicate with the older ones. Such a scene, such an unlikely unity among us all… I just think how can it not be true? I think it is true.