Christmas 1, 2024: Galatians 3:23-25,4:4-7
I’ve had a weird week. As many of you know, Christmas Eve was Father Jeremiah’s last day. I did a…remarkably good job of keeping it together until, as some in the choir will attest to, the last verse of the last hymn at the 11:00 service. Then my daughters gave me a Christmas present of a stomach bug. Luckily, Rev Kathy was willing to pinch hit at the last minute so Deacon Kris and Joel didn’t have to adjust from a Eucharistic celebration to Morning Prayer, and either way, at least Deacon Kris was already planning on preaching. On Wednesday, we got some odds and ends from the Williamsons - things that didn’t get packed but that they didn’t want to bring in the car. And it was weird seeing their house empty, and seeing them after we’d already done our big goodbyes on Christmas Eve. Then on Thursday morning - sermon writing day - I got a text from my best friend that read, “there is no point to this week, right?” And that kind of snapped me out of my funk. Because she’s right and w