Last night at church, we had our Memory Tree Service. This is the first church I’ve been to that does something like this. It’s such a blessing.
We sang songs, listened to others sing songs, and then Pastor read a few verses out of Isaiah about the Christ child. Then, they dimmed the lights and turned on the Christmas tree at the front of the sanctuary. One by one, families went up to the tree and placed an ornament on there in memory of someone they loved who had passed away. What amazing stories of men and women who lived their lives for God, others who had accepted him at the last minute, others who had led the person placing the ornament on the tree to Christ, and even some who had given their lives in the name of Christ. Some left ornaments for missionaries, some for the troops we’ve lost.
Gene, the kids, and I all went up, and I placed an ornament on the tree in remembrance of my Daddy. I don’t remember exactly what I said, because by the time I got up there, I was bawling like a baby. I do remember that I said how lucky I was to have had a daddy who loved Jesus, and that it took me a long time to admit that I didn’t have Jesus and needed him. But, now, I have the assurance that I *will* spend eternity with my Daddy in heaven.
After all of the families went through and placed their ornaments on the tree, Brother Tim & his family sang the song “How Beautiful Heaven Must Be” as an invitation. Gene and I took all of the kids up and prayed over each one of them. The thought of spending eternity without all of them is a thought I can’t bear. I pray every day that my children will all come to accept Christ and will give their lives to Him.