the seventh runner

One of the ladies from church blogged about St. Peter’s annual Christmas Pageant…

“…There, before the altar, the children told the story of Mary and Joseph, the journey to Bethlehem, the birth of the Savior of mankind.  One of the young adults sang solo, her haunting soprano dancing into the sacred space, coloring it.  The choir sang from the loft at the western end of the nave, beneath the fiery glass of the Pentecost window, festooning the organ’s rich notes with their voices, weaving a tapestry of story and song…”