It was evening. Ina was sitting in the wicker rocker enjoying a few quiet moments of contemplation before bed. The fire in the grate was burning low. Her Bible was open in her lap. She was reviewing the text of the young minister’s sermon from the second chapter of Luke – the birth of the Christ child.
It was a fine sermon, Ina thought. And a fine day altogether. After that spell of unseasonable cold, today was almost spring-like. No one complained about the temperature in the mid-40s with plenty of sunshine. It was a blessing. And so many had come out for the service.
The minister had specified a light breakfast before the service, and Ina was grateful because it gave her time to prepare dinner. She baked an apple pie and before they left for the church, she put a beef roast in the oven.
Church services were held only once a month when the minister came, but the congregation met regularly (weather permitting) for Sunday school. The minister previewed the Sunday school lessons with Ina, who was the Sunday school superintendent and disseminated the lessons to the teachers.
The minister carried Ina and Jack over to the church in his car, then returned for Bertha and June and their daughters. Bertha was responsible for the grape juice and the bread for the communion plate.
Today’s service was, of course, their Christmas program. After the sermon, the Sunday school children presented a little skit and the whole congregation enjoyed singing many carols from the hymnal. It was lovely.
Back at the house, Ina quickly served dinner – pot roast, salad, and apple pie. Then the minister and his family left – anxious to get home to their own holiday preparations. Ina gave them eggs, cream, some of the roast, and a chicken to carry home with them. Others had shared as well. It was important because the congregation could not give him much in terms of money.
And then the house was quiet once more. The sun, now very low in the southern sky, shone brightly into the living room and warmed it. Ina sat there addressing her cards and writing notes and letters. How very pleasant it was.
She and Jack needed only a light supper. And after the dishes were done once more, she and Jack listened to a fine program of Christmas music on the radio.
And now – it was bedtime – and she admitted she was very tired after such a full day. KW