Christmastide in Rogersville
Christmas has come to the Promised Land. After my sojourn in and around our nation's capital, I was ready to return to the hallowed hills around Tennessee's second-oldest town (though I was very reluctant to leave behind my beautiful fiancee).
Downtown looks amazing, with the wreaths (that I helped put up) and lights adorning our little slice of mountain-paradise. But more meaningful than the sights of the season are the times I've gotten to share with my family. It's been a wonderful time so far, and I remembered why Rogersville is special -- and it's not just the history-buff in me that thinks so.
This morning, we went to church at First Baptist Church of Rogersville (my home church), and the service was very meaningful. Tonight, my family will celebrate with our annual traditions: hosting our family and relatives at our home with food and drink; tomorrow, we'll go to Beach Hill to spend Christmas morning with our close friends.
And then, to top things off (and just in time for the First Sunday in Christmas), Kat will be coming down to Rogersville for New Year's.
I cannot help but be filled with a sense of anticipation and joy. As Mark said:
A thrill of hopeFEELING: Joyful
the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks
a new and glorious morn...
LISTENING TO: Handel's Messiah