Winter Lights


It seems to me that people who leave their Christmas lights up all year get a bad reputation. You know; you might be a redneck if you leave your Christmas lights up until the 4th of Jue-Lie. ( that’s July for those of you who do not speak Red neck.) George Strait even wrote a song about the redneck ways of a man named Leon Dixon who leaves his Christmas lights up all year-long. Of course you know Leon spelled backwards is Noel.  It just seems like we think leaving the Christmas lights up too long is some sign of mental illness, or perhaps a symptom of laziness and procrastination. No decent disciplined middle class homeowner would disgrace the neighborhood and entire community by overextending the Christmas lights. Personally I am a Christmas guy. I love Christmas! I love everything about it! The cookies, the parties and gatherings, the music, and especially the lights. My study looks like it could be the Study of Pastor S. Claus complete with snowmen, and Santa’s, a manger scene, and two Christmas trees that you’ve guessed it… remain up all year long.  When I was growing up it was tradition for my Mom and Dad to load all four boys in the family car and drive around town and look at all the lights. Later when I had my own children we would travel to pre – casino Niagara Falls NY and Canada with my Brother, and Uncle, and their families to see the impressive Festival of Lights sponsored by those communites.When we lived in New England my father in – law would always take our family to Rhode Island to the Lasolette Monastery to see the light display  that covered the entire grounds of the Abbey. I love the Christmas lights.

Maybe it’s because I am somewhat of a redneck, or perhaps its simply because I come from the state of perpetual bleak mid-winter (Upstate New York). But I am in favor of extending the Christmas lights until at least the end of February. I also purpose that this custom be redefined from Christmas lights to Winter lights. Maybe its the depletion of commonsense resulting from vitamin D deprivation. Maybe it’s the eternal gloom of overcast skies and impending blizzard conditions of the state in which I live. Perhaps it’s the continual sub-zero  temperatures and windchill that has frozen my brian, and short circuited my ability to reason. Whatever the case may be my heart is strangely warmed as I drive through the oppressive  darkness of another Upstate winter night and am surprised by the encounter of the warmth and cheer of those winter lights. My heart fills with gratitude for those stallwart souls on my street with the intestinal fortitude of leaving their lights on well after Christmas. I feel a certain sort of kinship and solidarity with them as I drive past their homes and yards, that are still warmly beaconing the light of hope. I am especially grateful to the heroic homeowners off of route 13 between Ithaca and Dryden who have an elaborate light display in the spirit of Holiday Inn (the movie) for every holiday season. You are true Upstater’s, and I thank you for the warmth and cheer you have given to me and my family over the years.  We look forward to driving past your house and enjoying your creative genius.               Jesus said  “You are the light of the world a city on a hill cannot be hidden.” and “Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” I’m not sure that leaving your Christmas lights up all year-long was what Jesus had in mind when he spoke these words. But the winter lights for me serve as a reminder that my life needs to shine even in the darkest and bleakest of times. We have an opportunity like never before in a post Christian generation to have even the smallest of lights add great luminescence. So as you drive past my house in the midst of the bleak mid-winter of an Upstate NY existence,  you can be rest assured that my winter lights will be burning brightly. “This little light of mine… I’m gonna let it Shine!”


The Great One(s)

 As long as I can remember I have been a Pittsburgh Pirate Fan.  Thusly my life as a baseball fan has been a symphony of joy and suffering. Perhaps there has been more suffering than joy, but the joys have been so intense that it grips me even today. The winning is short-lived. Championship seasons last only until the champion of the following season is crowned. Unless you are Yankee fan those seasons are a rarity, and are  to be treasured memories that stoke the hot stove of the winter months and spark the eternal optimism each spring. It is my opinion that Yankees fans are vastly under equipped to face the realities of sufferings and disappointments of life.
                                    My earliest memories of baseball had to do with pictures and tales of the 1960 World Series and Mazeroski’s moment of greatness. I was three years old at the time and so the details of the actual events are somewhat clouded, and consist of newsreels and accounts of the historic event. My Father and my Uncle Dick are largely responsible for my irrational obsession with the Pirates. They regaled me with tales of suffering through years of losing and sub par teams, culminating in the ecstasy of that victorious 1960 season. My Dad’s experience with the Pirates was largely one of  losing season after losing season. Yet during that period of losing the Pirates had Ralph Kiner, he of titanic and legendary blasts that defied even the confines of Forbes field. Kiner even in the midst of baseball mediocrity was a  bastion of baseball greatness. Truly He was one of the Great One’s of Pirates history. He perhaps was a savior of the Pirates franchise during that period. In those days fans would turn out to the games just to see him hit, and leave when it came apparent that Kiner would not have another plate appearance for the game.
                As for me I was fortunate enough to grow up as a Pirates fan during the 60’s and 70’s. The Pirates teams during that era were more than respectable, competing almost every year for the pennant and playoffs. Obviously as a Pirates fan during this period of baseball history my favorite player was “The Great One” Roberto Clemente I remember going to a game in 1972 to see Roberto. We sat in right field just to watch his every move. In the 3rd inning Boots Day hit a ball that got past Roberto to the wall, Roberto retrieved the ball turned and fired the ball over the head of the third baseman like a missile into the dugout on the third baseman players scattered for cover. It was the most impressive error I have ever witnessed, I have never forgotten or gotten over it. Later that year Roberto Doubled for his 3000th hit. I still have the news paper article and picture of him proudly standing on second. He was truly the great one. When he was killed tragically in that  plane crash in 1973 my heart was broken, it was my first experience with the death of someone I loved. In my heart he was the greatest of all time.
                   The next few years were difficult, even though we had decent teams it didn’t seem like the Pirates could get over the hump. Willie Stargell during those years was quickly establishing himself as Pirates legend. He spread a whole lot of “chicken on the hill” during those days, with a succession of gargantuan blasts and tape measure shots. However in 1979 he established himself as a true Great one as he became Pop,s head of the Pirates Familee. I will never forget the seventh game of the 1979 World series. I was watching in the TV lounge of the college dorm I lived in. Huddled together with a few loyal Pirates faithful surrounded by Orioles fans who had taunted and boasted of victory since they took a 3 games to 1 advantage in the series Pops stepped to the plate and unleashed the shot heard around the Pirates nation, silencing the arrogance and taunting of the Orioles fans in the room. I wept tears of Joy. Pop’s was truly a Great One.
                      There were other joys and sorrows The teams in the 90’s, the joy Barry Bonds emergence as baseball legend, the sorrow of his defection. the torment of watching our own Sid Bream slide across the plate with the winning run for the Braves denying us the world series. The 20 straight losing seasons were almost intolerable. But somehow we survived ,allegiance intact. It has been a joy to watch the development of this team toward becoming a championship club. Though I miss Neil Walker and regret that nothing could have been done to to keep the Pittsburgh Kid in Pittsburgh. I love this years team in spite of our suspect pitching. And Just the other day in Colorado, Andrew McCutcheon had a three home run game for the second time in his career. Only three other players in Pirates history have accomplished such a feat. Ralph Kiner, Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell. The Great Ones. Truly Cutch is walking in the path of greatness; Greatness that comes along infrequently in this life.Enjoy him Bucco fans He is truly one of the great ones!

Holy Days Batman!!!!

Holy days Batman! What happened to our holidays? Good question Robin! I have been wondering that for sometime now myself. It seems as if there is some confusion concerning the reason we celebrate. In the past few years it seems as if we have lost much of the spiritual significance to our “Christian holidays”. In particular our Christian High Sabbaths of Christmas and Easter. Much of this is due in large part to the silence of the governing authority within the organized church in regard to the origin of the days and traditions surrounding our celebrations. This silence to many is interpreted as cover-up, or perhaps, some conspiracy to deceive, or at very least collusion with the deceptive darkness. Indeed many of us rose up in indignation upon the discovery of the cruel hoax by which we have participated in with annual celebrations of the birthday of Jesus on December 25th, only to find out that he was probably born several months earlier during the Feast of Tabernacles. Especially if what the apostle John wrote in his gospel is accurate. (“And the Word became flesh and tabernacled  or pitched his tent among us dwelt among us.”John 1:14 ) Not to mention the pain of discovery when we found that there was no such thing as the Easter Bunny, and the greatest moment of disappointment of my life was the revelation that Santa Claus is not real; gasp. The horror of it all… You mean I’ve been lied too?? Oh not really, it was all in fun. Honestly I am not bitter;  the story of Santa Claus is a great story about a man who truly tried to embody the ideals of Christ by giving his life to others. (though poetic license and folklore have made Santa a little larger than the real life St. Nicolas) Despite all the fictitious nonsense, I believe in that in regard to showing compassion and generosity to others, there should be a little Santa Claus in all of us.  To me none of this is that big of a deal to me. Personally, I love the Christmas and Easter celebrations. To me the holidays in and of themselves do not represent the problem for me. It’s what we have done to the Holy Days that causes me to wonder about the spiritual validity of our celebrations.  It just seems that our celebrations have been reduced more to a celebration of capitalism and materialistic opportunity than it is a religious celebration. We spend more time arguing over whether or not the crèche’ display in the public square is an infringement of the principle of separation of church and state, than we do Christmas caroling to shut-ins or performing acts of kindness for folks in our communities.  We debate over whether it is appropriate to risk personal offense to someones civil rights by being so disrespectful as to wish them a Merry Christmas.  As Much as I love Santa, ( And I do have real aspirations to be Santa.) The stories about him and other entertaining characters like Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, The Grinch Who stole Christmas, Fred Claus, And a deranged Elfman named Buddy sometimes overwhelm the true story of Jesus birth. Add to that the fact that Jesus was not really born on December 25th. coupled with the fact that the Wisemen and Shepherds never bowed together in worship at the manger, which was most likely not housed in  a cozy little barn with clean fresh smelling hay, but more likely a damp filthy stable housed within a dark cold cave, and the truth really becomes even more muddled and obscure. Somehow we have taken the simple story of Christmas and disguised it so well that we hardly recognize it anymore. We have done the same sort of thing with Easter as well.

Some ungodly things have taken place on these Holy Days as well. It’s really become more about stuff than the message of the holiday. Todays parents and grandparents are under enormous pressure to make sure that they provide an acceptable Christmas for the children in their lives. Which means the appropriate amount of trendy and expensive gifts must be acquired in order to offer an acceptable sacrifice to our idols of personal possession and greed. So much so that many are willing to sell their soul upon the altars of credit debt.                                                                                                                                                       This is not to mention the confusion with Easter. my second favorite of all holidays when I was growing up. probably the significant amount of dental work in the past years of my life is due in large part to Christmas and Easter, and dare I say it Halloween. Easter egg hunts, baskets with solid chocolate bunnies, sugar encrusted marshmallow chickens, jelly beans and my favorites of the new generation of Easter candies, Cadbury eggs. All of this cozily cradled in a nest of  green cellophane grass. I could never figure out how three days got crammed into Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday morning. The 72 hours that make up three days somehow didn’t fit. I often wondered why there were certain years when the Easter holidays and passover did not coincide. In these later years I have found out some other rather unsavory tidbits concerning this holiday.

What makes these days significant anyways?

These two holidays have several, significant issues in common. First, both holidays are close to an annual equinox of the sun. Christmas coincides with December 21st which is the winter solstice. It is also the shortest day of the year. Easter is set to coincide with the spring equinox and the beginning of harvest season. Christmas and Easter also have another common denominator that make these days significant as well. Both coincide with pagan festivals and celebrations. Christmas was originally celebrated by pagans as the Feast Of Saturnalia. This was a feast to honor the Roman deity Saturn. The festival was complete with a sacrifice in the temple of Saturn, a banquet in his honor, followed by personal gift giving. A festival atmosphere prevailed throughout the feast which began on December 17th and extended through December 23rd.

Easter was originally celebrated as a feast in honor of the goddess Ishtar. Ishtar was a particularly heinous Assyrian goddess. She was the goddess of War, love, sex, and fertility. Her festival took place at the beginning of the harvest season to assure fertility rights for their crops. Her festival, most likely involved ceremonial prostitution, and perhaps even human sacrifice. There are even some suggestions that Ishtar may have been the great whore of Babylon made reference to in the book of Revelation. As heinous as these festivals were, they are largely influential as determining factors in the choosing of the dates of our holy days. In order for the Church to deter the falling away of Christian converts on the anniversaries of these annual celebrations, the church offered alternative celebrations and feasts on these days of their own making. This practice is called syncretism. For many years syncretism provided  useful mediums for the gospel. opportunities to talk about the miraculous birth’ life death and Resurrection, of Jesus our Messiah  However in recent years the simple message of the birth, life, death, and resurrection, of our Savior somehow gets overwhelmed by the extreme materialism of capitalism running amuck in our nation. We have been for sometime losing the significance of our Holy Days in a post Christian world. The spirit of anti-Christ reacts vehemently against anything remotely Christian,  citing separation of Church and state all the while embracing the tenets, traditions, and celebrations, of other world religions as culturally enriching. The concept of worship in these seasons of our joy is crowded to a back burner in the midst of myth and legend of elves reindeer, and furry little bunnies, eggs, and mounds of presents brought to greedy children who already have more possessions, and cavities, than they are able to manage. So what is to be done?

The Feasts of God

Several years ago as a part of my Grinchly grumbling about the Holidays and other government conspiracies meant to steal the joy of believers in this nation, I spoke to the Lord in prayer that we needed to have new holidays. At the time I had no idea what those days should be. Over the course of the next several years, the gentle prodding and, revelations of the Spirit through conversations with friends, my daily bible reading, and a few pertinent websites, I began to discover that God already had Holy Days and feasts of His own. Somewhere along the line, we the Church came to the place that we abandoned these days in favor of our own celebrations. Perhaps it was because we consider ourselves to be gentiles, rendering us at Liberty from the law. We are after all not under law, but under grace, right? Not so fast there partner… Before you answer that question consider this. Jesus himself said “I did not come to destroy the Law but to complete or fulfill it.” In his life and ministry Jesus also completed, or fulfilled all righteousness including attendance to the Feasts and fasts of God. As Christians we are at very least grafted in to the “holy nation” of Israel. Early Christendom, was very much Hebrew in its celebrations, festivals, feasts, and observances. It was not really until the time of Constantine when the emperor “Romanized” the Church by assimilating it into the empire. Furthermore the concept of not under law but under grace, does not render the law ineffective,or null and devoid of significance. Not under law signifies that we are free from the sacrificial system of the shedding of blood of bull, and goats as a means of salvation. Jesus Christ offered himself as the sacrifice for sin once and for all, by willingly shedding his life’s blood on Calvary’s cruel cross. When we apply the blood to the doorposts and lintel’s of our heart salvation’s work is completed in our hearts. The law however shows us how to live lives that are pleasing to God. It defines for us the parameters of living in blessing, and provides a warning for avoidance of the curse of sin. Included in the law are the observance of the feasts of God. Following each command for observance of these feasts the statement “This is to be a lasting ordinance unto you for all generations.”                  ( Leviticus 23:14, 21, 31,41)  The ordinance is not until messiah comes, or only until the law is complete , or even until the eternal kingdom of God is established. It is to be a lasting ordinance forever. Indeed in Zechariah 14 immediately following the day of the Lord is an observance the feast of tabernacles.” Then the survivors from all the nations that have attacked Jerusalem will go up year after year to worship the King the Lord Almighty and to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles.” A lasting ordinance forever. These feasts are not simply commands or statues given by God solely for remembrance, though each of them  reminds us of God’s working in the past through and for his people. Each of the Feasts of God possesses a past, present, and future, element of God’s fulfillment of the feasts through the Messiah Jesus. The Feast of Tabernacles for example; Reminds us of Gods provision, guidance discipline and protection of the Israelite people during wilderness wanderings. It also reminds us of the abiding presence of God in the midst of His people. The people were to live in booths or tents or temporary dwellings for seven days, and to worship the Lord and celebrate his provision for the years bountiful harvest. ” Live in booths for seven days, all native-born Israelites are to live in booths,so that your descendants will know I had the Israelites live in booths when I brought them out of Egypt I am the Lord your God.” ( Deuteronomy 23:42-43) There was fulfillment of this feast in the life of Jesus and John hints that the birth origins of the “Word of God” May well have taken place during the Feast of Tabernacles. He said ” And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.”          (John 1:14) The phrase for made his dwelling among us can literally be translated pitched his tent among us, or even more astoundingly, Tabernacles among us.  The Feast of tabernacles also foreshadows for us the great tribulation and how the provision of God will enable the faithful to endure to the end dwelling in tents and relying on the provision and guidance of God to bring them through the time of Jacobs trouble. In the past the Church has had observances that embodied the spirit of this feast. The puritans who crossed the sea in order to escape a tyrant King and religious persecution and established the Plymouth Colony, in an attempt to worship and praise God for his provision and deliverance, set aside a day of Thanksgiving and worship of God to bring Glory to Him For his goodness and faithfulness throughout their perilous journey.        The camp meeting movement of the 1850’s also bore similarities to, and captured the spirit of the Feast of tabernacles as they took tents into the wilderness to worship God and to preach the gospel in temporary tabernacles, of tents, pavilions, brush arbors or picnic groves. Indeed the camp meeting movement was a major contributor to the holiness movement and the outpourings of the early 20th century. Many of the denominations find their origins rooted in a movement that embodied the spirit of the Feast of tabernacles. Many of these camps are still in existence in today though attendance and leadership support is slowly waning away. The president of the Nazarene Theological Seminary quoted a statistic saying that 60% of the Pastors who are serving the Church today received their call at a camp meeting.

For our Church for the past 14 years we have attempted to have a Feast of Tabernacles of sorts on our grounds. we dwell in tents and RV’s have services outside in an old revival tent. We bring in Worship teams and musicians, evangelists, and pastors, and special speakers  . We have Chicken barbecue, burgers, Kosher hotdogs, great coffee, and one year even roasted a lamb. ( Which was more mutton than lamb; a tad on the gamey side.) We live outside for the weekend, and let me assure you in Upstate New York in early October, that can be a little dicey, one year we even had snow. We will be hosting this event again this year October 1-4 2015 This event has been a great blessing to us as a people. As we fellowship around picnic tables and campfires The Holy Spirit moves within our midst and blesses us with His presence. certainly The Feast of Tabernacles is a wonderful holiday given to the people of God. We look forward to this feast of ingathering each year until the Lord returns and Gathers His people to himself to forever be with the Lord. The feast of Tabernacles is referred to as the season of our joy! It has become for me just that a joyful time of celebration, refreshing and revival. A time when we as a Church have re-gathered after our hectic summer and return back together as a body. we as a Church continue to observe The Christian Observances, for they present opportunities for sharing the good news about the birth and life, death, resurrection and triumphant return of our Messiah Jesus. However we have also found great blessing in the observances of The Sabbaths of God. We invite you to join us this year at the Feast of Tabernacles October 1-4 2015 visit us @ for information and details. We will continue this discussion in Holy Days part two.


Today I Thought I saw Jesus


Today I thought I saw Jesus
May 28, 2009 at 12:26pm
John Cramer II
May 16th 2009
Today I thought I saw Jesus. He was sitting in front of the South Shore Mall, seated on a park bench enjoying the warm spring sunshine and watching people as they hustled in and out of the mall parking lot. Occasionally he would speak to a passerby only to be largely ignored. I sat two floors above at a small bistro table in the food court sipping an elegant gourmet coffee. As I sat there in the warmth of this beautiful day, my eyes were continually drawn to him. What if this really was Jesus? Should I go and approach him, should I strike up a conversation with him? Naw, it couldn’t be him; must be some escapee from some sort of institution. Yet he really looked like Jesus. He was wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt, and painter pants. His feet were shod with worn work boots, his hands were calloused from the toil of manual labor. His hair was long and black and cascaded down upon his shoulders his beard was full but trimmed. He was drinking a bottle of water. I must confess I watched closely to see if the bottle would become empty, and then miraculously refill, or perhaps would turn to wine as he drank from it. Eventually he emptied it and placed in into a bag with other empties that he was evidently recycling, (Which I am relatively sure he would do ). I watched him for about 20 minutes, all the while trying to figure out if this really could be the Son of God in the flesh. And then he did something unexpected that totally changed my perspective of him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth and lit a match to it. He smoked.
Now I knew in that one instant that this wasn’t Jesus. He smoked. Jesus would never smoke, everyone knows that. I have been taught all my life smoking is a sin, Jesus could never smoke. But what if Jesus smoked? I know I’m bordering on heresy here. But what if Jesus Smoked? We are so engrossed in the religious ideals that have been passed to us from generation to generation by the institutional church, that we have some preconceived ideas of what Jesus would be like if he were among us today. But what if Jesus smoked? Just the thought of it makes you uncomfortable doesn’t it?
We have so enshrouded Jesus in the piety, and sublimity of his deity, that sometimes we miss out on the frailty of his humanity. It most often escapes us that he came to the common man. He came to the poor, the broken and the oppressed. He found fellowship with the publican and the sinner. He was at home with those at the public house, as he was in the temple courts. He was constantly accused by the religious leaders of his day of being a common sinner. We all know that bad company corrupts good character. Jesus really should have paid more attention to that, but he didn’t, maybe because of those to whom His father had sent him. Jesus said: I did not come to the righteous but to call sinners to repentance. He also said it was not the healthy who need a physician, but the sick. I know; I know, somewhere in the religious community there are those who are screaming at me right now that Jesus was without sin! He would never defile the temple of God with the evil weed of tobacco, especially in these days when we know it is so harmful and addictive. Perhaps that is true… and perhaps that is even what I believe is true. But what if? What if these standards only apply to a society that values the temporal and material over the eternal and spiritual? What if the worldly standards that dictate our measurement of value and success, have skewered our perception of righteousness and effected our convictions? What if the measure of a man’s life is measured in quality of life rather than quantity of life? What if the standard is, about how we invested in other’s, rather than investing in ourselves? What if the temple we were entrusted with was the one being built one living stone upon another not one of flesh and blood, one that is eternal and spiritual, not one that is temporal, brief, and wasting away? What if God’s standard of righteousness had more to do with how a man is on the inside a quality of heart, not based upon the external appearances. What if success was measured by God as faithfulness and obedience rather than wealth and influence? What if statistics didn’t tell the real story of God’s people? What if appearances were deceitful and God really cared about what goes on in the heart? What if the Father was more concerned with how we cared for other’s eternal destiny, and He was less concerned about how we cared for our own? I believe that life is not simply about longevity but about faithfulness.
Neil Young once said in one of his songs; I’d rather burn out … than to rust. Too many of us end our lives rusting away in comfortable, dormant rest while the remainder of the world goes to hell around us. I say; Amen Neil. Let me burn the candle at both ends. I want the Father to literally wring me out to get the very utmost from the moments I live. I want him to make me effective in reaching the lost, to remove the barriers and hindrances to my witness to them. I want go to the ones that he would go to. I want to find the ones he would seek. I don’t want to miss him when he comes.
Today I thought I saw Jesus… That is until he smoked…
But what if Jesus smoked? … It’s something to think about.
Jesus I hope we won’t miss you when you come. I hope we are among the people you would walk in the midst of. I hope we are found investing our lives in the things you would invest in. I hope we are working for the things you would work for. I hope I don’t miss you when you come. You know today I thought I saw Jesus … and really what if I did? I could have sat with him and talked at his feet just like the disciples did. Boy, oh boy, then for sure I would really believe right? Sure, that is until I saw Him smoke… and then everything would change.
Lord change my worldview to your world view, my values to your values. Help me to see people the way you see them. Help me not to miss seeing, and knowing you when you come. Fill my heart with your compassion help me to see you among the people you have called me to. And help me never to forget to ask the question… What if Jesus Smoked?

Watch Night Service


           Among my most prominent memories of New years celebrations as a child was the dreaded watch night service. My grandfather Collins Cramer pastored a country church in the backwoods of southwestern Pennsylvania. To say they were a conservative holiness church would probably be a vast understatement by todays standards. The congregation was primarily made  up of farmers and coal miners, with a bus driver or two thrown in for good measure. They were simple people, with simple tastes, and simple faith.  Their dress was just on this side of the Amish as far as style goes. The men in their sunday finest wore dark suits black, or dark navy blue and dark gray with the appearance of an occasional brown suit for the more liberal male congregant.  My Granddad being a snappy dresser often preached in a navy blue pinstripe which was quite daring. The women wore their hair up in a bun, and wore long sleeve dark dresses with hemlines to the mid calf. Some of the more adventurous women were bold enough to have a white collar covering the neckline, with matching white gloves which were quite stylish. Dark plain shoes with a wide low heel were standard footwear apparel. This was the standard dress code for a conservative people. I say this with no disrespect but with fondness of memory. Although these gentle folk were strict in apparel and practice, there was a genuine desire to live a life that was pleasing to God. They were willing to err on the side of caution ,and perhaps surrender their liberties rather than risk falling out of favor with God.

Each December 31st the congregation would gather for the watchnight service. Which for an 8 or 9-year-old boy amounted to an almost intolerable marathon of having to sit still from about 8:00pm until after midnight. However the evening was not without its entertainment. The opening act was usually a hymn sing fraught with Christmas carols which I dearly loved. The hymn sing was for me the highest form of entertainment. it was more like open mic night at the improv than a church service. Anyone and I stress anyone … regardless of talent could sing a special, and I use the term special very loosely. There were some like my Uncle Perry and Aunt Lola who actually were very talented. And there was usually a Cramer family group which consisted of My Granddad and Grandmother , My dad and his brother, Edward and my Mom and Aunt Roberta, who was my uncle Edward’s wife. They could actually sing parts and their offering was usually musically sound, As were most of the specials, but there were a few that were not so much. However the bible does say make a joyful noise unto the Lord, and it was joyful!  I always enjoyed those specials all of them.  The specials were followed by first sermon. This was generally preached by either my Dad or my Uncle both of whom were elders in the Church of the Nazarene. First sermon was followed by testimonies, and readings, and second sermon which was preached by my Granddad. As good a preacher as my Granddad was; I was usually sleeping by the end of his sermon. I remember one year I fell asleep with my head on a hymnal for a pillow. Now, I don’t know if Jacob drooled on the stone he used for a pillow at Bethel, but I do know I drooled on that hymnal. When I awakened the whole side of my head was covered in slobber, and I was half deaf from the drool bubble in my ear.

What happened next is to me is the highlight of the entire evening. Adults, children, everyone, would gather around the altar to bring in the New Year in prayer. The sentiment was that this could be the year that Jesus returns and we want to be prepared. This could be the year that Jesus returns and there are so many who are not saved. So many in our families that do not know Christ. So many of our neighbors who are not prepared to meet God. We want to be prepared! We want to be found at the work. We want to be found in the harvest fields. We want to have the heart of God, and be not willing that any should perish, but all come to repentance! The prayers were anointed! The prayers were impassioned! The prayers reached to the heavenlies, because the prayers were loud! Deafening actually, for they all prayed at the same time at the top of their lungs!  I could never figure out why they asked someone to lead out in prayer because you could never hear what the leader was praying over the din of all the other prayers being offered. I guess it was the job of the one leading to set the tone. Whatever it was it was glorious! I will never forget those prayer meetings! I will never forget those watchnight services. what a way to bring in the New Year! You can have the ball dropping in Times Square New York City, New York. Give me a little White Church in the backwoods of southwestern Pennsylvania with a handful of Saints gathered around the altar praying the glory down!

As the years have passed Watchnight services deteriorated into game nights and parties, and slowly we lost the spirit of them and they faded away almost altogether. Perhaps it is not the watchnight service that we have lost as much as it is we have forgotten how to pray. Forgotten how to pray until the glory fall, until we break through to the heavenlies. forgotten how to pray until we approach the throne of God and touch the hem of the garment of the One who gave all for us.  If on this New Years Eve I have one prayer to offer in resolution for the coming year, it is that God would rekindle within me and my people the passion for prayer that I witnessed so long ago around that old wooden altar, in that little country church in the backwoods of Southwestern Pennsylvania.