Last night was another example that the Universe knows best. My original plans were altered so I found myself in Union Square, heading to a Mexican restaurant on Xmas Eve. Swept up in a crowd of kids, I went a few blocks in the wrong direction but I was far from lost. The sight of Grace Church on Broadway at 11th took my breath away, leaving a wide smile in its wake. Upon seeing my joy, a very handsome man smiled boldly back as we crossed in opposite directions. This church, looking right out of Oxford, has always been there but I’d never noticed it. Upon closer inspection, the schedule was full of appropriate Xmas Eve activities. I took note in case I wanted to explore the Episcopal option afterwards.
Betsy & I enjoyed a leisurely meal with all the chips & guac girls could ask for & then some. After our gift exchange, the charming waiter dropped off tequila shots for Feliz Navidad on the house. Neither of us were up for it but the two NYU dudes next to us were more than happy to take them off our hands. I made sure we snuck the empty glasses back to our table in appreciation of a gentleman’s gesture.
I mentioned stumbling upon the lovely church to Betsy as we were leaving dinner. Away from her family for the first Christmas, Betsy eagerly asked if we could go have a look. We arrived at 9:30 for the 8 o’clock service & caught the perfect amount of church (a mere 45 minutes) which included: the second-half of the sermon; contributing our “biggest bills” to the outreach collection; and a lovely candle-lit singing of Silent Night. As we headed back onto Broadway, we glimpsed the glow of the magical moon overhead. Its light so bright over the people & steeple put the big bow on our Christmas Eve, perfect in ways we could not possibly have planned.
Pardon the poor pixels, but look at that luna:
May your feet lead your heart
where it knows you should go.
Ho, ho, ho!
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