My earliest memory of Christmas Eve church doesn’t start in a sanctuary. It starts at my MawMaw’s house. Every year, my mom’s family would gather there first—too many people in one room, folding plastic tables filling usually empty spaces, kids weaving between adults, the steady hum of conversation and laughter. We would eat, exchange presents, eat dessert, and fellowship late into the night. And when it was time to leave, the grownups would do something that felt very serious to … Continue reading More Than Candles: An Invitation to Christmas Eve Worship