Saturday night we were trying to do something meaningful with our granddaughter, who is almost two. This is the first Christmas she may possibly remember, and we’re emphasizing Jesus’ birthday all we can. Hearing of a Living Nativity being put on by a local church, we set off tonight to experience it together.
It was a half hour drive, but Lucy had taken a late nap so we weren’t concerned. She was getting cranky by the time the church came in sight. Then we turned the corner to access the parking lot…and saw the line of cars coming from the other direction, who were waiting to turn right into the lot. The policeman with a light stick waved us on past, and we drove by, looking for the end of the line. We found it…a mile away.