December 24th, 2011
This is the first Christmas Eve in several years that I have not lead worship for an evening or candlelight service. My family and I celebrated Christmas early this year, and I traveled to the city to help my Dad through a major surgery. I truly love Christmas carols, the awe and joy, especially anything written in a minor key. But today had its own special moments.
At the hospital I played two long harp sessions for my Father, door open, and gained a few more fans on the tenth floor (it always puts Dad to sleep, but that’s a good thing). When Mom and I went for a break down in the cafeteria, I got to ferry around a lady in a wheelchair who had no one to help her. Her name was Angel - so it was cool to be on the giving end rather than the receiving end with an angel for once! Then I played harp some more while we waited for the handi-bus to take us back to Mom’s apartment (Mom needs a walker), and a gentleman in a wheelchair came over to talk as I played. He had only one hand, but I got him to try the Reverie Harp anyway, and he was pleased that he could make it sound nice.
I should also mention that I wore ridiculous bent-0ver reindeer ‘antlers’ all day. I never miss the opportunity to be ridiculous – I’ll always be thankful for my theatre training that allows me to be uninhibited. It gives people something to smile at, and Lord knows in a hospital on Christmas Eve everyone needs that.