Go & Tell the Story

By Rev. Juliet Hampton, Assistant to the Bishop My parents were married in the late 1960’s, and early in their marriage they purchased an item that would unknowingly change my perception of how a Christmas tree had to look to feel complete to me.   Their purchase was a golden star, with a rotating plastic tube that would heat up from a lightbulb and shine hundreds of little beams of colored light from the all over the room.   My earliest childhood memory is having some aliment that kept me up all night during the harsh winter, and being rocked in my mother’s arms watching this light. I was fascinated by the reflection of the light onto the walls.   Little beams of color dancing all around the room would lull me to sleep.   I knew this was good, but I didn’t have an understanding of why it was good.   I didn’t understand until the first Christmas when my own child was ill, and I rocked him in front of a similar star of light on my own tree. E...