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Originally Posted by Charlatan
I can remember having to go to the midnight service as a kid... I remember the heat and the crush of people and then having to exit to go throw up. I was convinced I was evil because church made me barf.
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Boy, that's not at all like what I remember from childhood...poor Charlatan.
We would always have the Christmas pageant Christmas Eve, about 8pm or so. Following the pageant there would be cookies in the fellowship hall, and after cookies, the candlelight Christmas Eve service would start. My church was a big old-fashioned one with enormous stained glass windows running down either side and an elaborate altar with a giant portrait of Jesus hanging above it. The candlelight turned an already beautiful church into a magnificent, magical place--those Christmas Eve services will always live on in my memory.
Easters were also good--the church would always be packed, there would be lively music, and it was generally a celebratory, joyful time.
Now I am hundreds of miles away from my childhood church, and I've yet to find anything that remotely comes close, but I'm trying.
Here is a picture of the altar from the church (I still think it's beautiful):
