Last night was the first time we have ever attended Christmas Eve Services, also. We went to the Lutheran Church where my daughter goes to private school for the 7 p.m. candlelight service.
My daughter asked one thing of me: "PLEEEEEASE don't cry--it's embarrassing."
They have a church orchestra made up of members, and they started a processional song with French horns. I started crying, and my daughter rolled her eyes and made a disgusted noise. I laughed and got a Kleenex. My mom went with us, and she asked me after why I cried. I guess I was just moved; it was a spiritual experience, and something I haven't felt in a long, long time. (However, it's not a feeling that will make me inclined to start attending a church.)
The pastor wore a white robe that was reminiscent of Catholics. There was much singing and reading of bible verse, and confessions of the congregation where they read passages and said "Amen" after. Pastor (who is my daughter's religion teacher) gave two sermons: one where all the children came up and gathered around his feet as he explained the origin of the candy cane (what the shape meant, what the solid red and then the three thin red lines meant, etc.) as he handed them out to the children, and one with an analogy to sleepwalking that didn't make any sense to me. (I understood the message, just not the analogy.) At the end, "Silent Night" was sung, and candles were lit. My mother was raised Episcopalian, and she knew almost all the songs. I knew one or two. It was the first time she'd been to a Christmas service in 40 years, and she was pleasantly surprised she knew what was going on. It also moved me that my daughter sang every song. I really had no idea she had absorbed so much from the activities of this church, and I wonder what will happen next year when she enters public school and has no more spiritual direction. I wonder if she will chose to continue going to the Lutheran (or some other) church on her own.
Very interesting, and I am glad I went. I would like to attend a Catholic service sometime, too. Maybe next year.