The Yada Yada Prayer Group Gets Decked Out by Neta Jackson

Author:Neta Jackson [Jackson, Neta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, ebook, Christian, book, Fiction
ISBN: 9781418568382
Google: hzYr_mlKdcsC
Publisher: Thomas Nelson Inc
Published: 2007-10-02T10:31:13+00:00

14

I can’t explain it. It was almost as if an angel had shown up in my living room and said, “Don’t be afraid. The child I’m giving to Edesa and Josh is God’s child, and I’ve chosen themto be her parents.”

Nothing had changed . . . and yet a sweet joy started to bubble up within my spirit, tiny flutters of excitement reminiscent of the magic I used to feel as a child at Christmastime—except this was real Christmas, and the exhilaration was deeper and more urgent. I wanted to run . . . run like the shepherds and tell somebody, tell everybody, that what the angel said was true! God was alive among His people, working out His purpose—and I didn’t need to be afraid!

Instead, I made a beeline for the kitchen phone as fast as my gimpy foot allowed, and dialed Josh’s cell phone. It rang six times before he picked up. “Yeahumph?”

“Josh? Oh. Did I wake you?”

Two seconds of silence. “Mom. It’s only, uh . . . 6:50.”

“I’m sorry. Just wanted to tell you that you and Edesa are doing the right thing—going ahead with the wedding and the adoption, I mean. God told me it’s all right.”

Another brief silence. “Thanks, Mom. That means a lot.

Really.”

“School doesn’t let out until Friday, which is a huge bummer! But if there’s anything I can do . . . ”

“I’m sure there’ll be something, Mom. Just take care of your-self.” I heard a click.

I hung up the phone sheepishly. “Huh. That was kind of dumb, waking him up just to tell him that,” I murmured aloud, the way I used to do when Willie Wonka was underfoot. But I grinned. I didn’t care. Back in the living room, I put on a CD of Christmas carols by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, selected the funky Caribbean track I liked, and turned up the volume. “Christ-mas!Christ-mas! First day of the Son . . . !” Made me want to dance.

It was time for Denny and Amanda to get up anyway if we were going to get to church on time.

Not that they came out of their bedrooms singing and dancing. In fact, I got a bleary look from Amanda on her way to the bathroom, and a shout from Denny: “Jodi! Where’s my bathrobe?”

I tossed Denny’s robe into the bedroom and headed for the kitchen in my sleepshirt to make waffles. On my way through the dining room, I lit the fourth candle on our table Advent wreath and smiled. Well, let Denny and Amanda hear their own angel.

THE TEENS HAD decorated the sanctuary after the potluck last Sunday, and the room glowed. White lights outlined the large “storefront” windows, garlands of artificial greens and more lights adorned the walls, and a stunning banner in purple, red, and gold hung on the wall behind the low platform, proclaiming IMMANUEL! GOD WITH US ~ WONDERFUL COUNSELOR,MIGHTY GOD, EVERLASTING FATHER, PRINCE OF PEACE.

I drank it in, reflecting on each of the beautiful names of Jesus.

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