Christmas remembered

“Is that Callie’s husband?” I said, as I slipped quietly into a pew near the front of the church. “He plays the flute?” I asked myself, knowing I didn’t have the answer. Strains of “Silent Night” and “O Little Town of Bethlehem” filled the sanctuary as the organ and flute combined to create music for worship. I looked up because I love the high ceilings and the architectural beams. I looked ahead …