For as long as I can remember, I have been afraid of tornados.

It was, undoubtedly, the best throw of my life. I remember it like it was yesterday. And no, the best throw of my life didn’t happen from the 40 yard line with a football in hand, or from centerfield with a baseball in hand, or from the baseline with a basketball in hand and needing a desperation heave. No, the best throw of my life happened from the back of a classroom with a paper airplane in hand.

You have made us for your own, O Lord, and we are restless until we find our rest in you. Amen.

This past week, people everywhere have been on edge. We go from day to day, most of us, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s a heck of a time for us to be apart. If ever there was a Sunday when we needed to be together in church, this is it.

There’s nothing quite like Christmas Eve here at St. James. I look forward to it all year.