I'd be embarrassed to tell you what we paid for tickets to see the Rockette's Christmas program at Radio City. But it really was wonderful. However, it isn't the best Christmas program I've seen this year. That would have to be the one performed this past Sunday by the children from our neighborhood. With a stage full of angels and shepherds, the children sang, prayed, and read scripture, powerfully telling the story of Jesus' birth. Sure there were a few unexpected moments -- like one of the angels bursting into tears for her mother -- but that was part of the power of the event. Hundreds (500? 600?) attended, about half Highland members and about half neighbors from the Colonial Apartments and Freedom Fellowship areas around our building. When Jayma sang the song about how children around the world imagine Jesus in different colors, I couldn't help but notice the great diversity in the audience (and the diversity with the dolls the younger angels were holding). We've watched Lindy grow up at Highland and when she sang "Welcome to our World," it was very moving. Later in the assembly her dad baptized someone from the neighborhood who's been coming for quite a while now. (And, of course, it was in her mom's heart that God placed much of this dream six years ago.) As I wrote recently, "location, location, location." What a joy to be in a spot where God wants us -- just to be able to see part of what he's up to!