That night’s Christmas Eve service was pleasant. Frank enjoyed the festive church decorations, the singing of carols, and the pageant put on by the Sunday school kids. Frank’s sister, Cindy, was a shepherd. He could tell by her demeanor she was not too happy with playing that part.
He thought of the play he, Bill, and Mark had done for drama class. He’d have to remember to share that with his family at some point. Because it had a Christmas theme, it might do something to show his father the U of M wasn’t all Sodom and Gomorrah.
Even on this, the most joyous of holidays, his father couldn’t get through an entire sermon without reminding his flock that the whole reason for Christmas was that they were all sinners in need of redemption. “The reason Jesus was born was to save you from burni
