by Madeline Salmon

As soon as I heard about “Carols and Pie” at Church of the Cross, I decided I would attend. I made this decision because I like carols and I like pie. It wasn’t hard. The afternoon prior to the event, however, I found myself faced with a slight disappointment. The friends who had planned to come with me were no longer able to. I drove to church that evening knowing the event still promised two of my favorite things, but feeling just a tiny bit lonely.

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When I got to church I found a buddy to sit next to. He happens to be six, but the age gap didn’t bother either of us. We talked until the music began—and what beautiful music it was. There was a nice balance of choir pieces and congregational hymns, as well as readings from the Christmas story interspersed. I enjoyed a few of the carols simply because they’re old favorites that never grow stale, and others were arranged so beautifully that I found myself moved much more than I anticipated. It was everything an evening of carols ought to be.

Once I got into the great hall for pie after the program finished, I realized how foolish I had been in worrying about my lack of company. It’s Church of the Cross. I couldn’t have been lonely if I had tried. I talked to all sorts of people I knew and met some people I didn’t—eating pie all the while, naturally.

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When Andene asked me if I would like to write this post I had just grabbed my second slice and was about to load it up with whipped cream. At that moment I was again reminded of the glorious things that can happen at Church of the Cross. Picture this: In a softly-lit room on a chilly Advent night, “The First Noel” quietly and unobtrusively plays on repeat in your mind and you enjoy a pleasant, easy conversation, all while shamelessly reaching for the Reddi-wip.