It was a Christmas tradition for Harry and Betty Sherda to attend Midnight service at the Episcopal Church in Beverly Hills, CA.
The words of “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” are poignant with meaning. “Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.” Betty prayed, “Oh Holy Child of Bethlehem be born in us (me) today.” Betty, an agnostic, was born again.
The Sherdas served on our board for over 20 years. Harry, a C.P.A. served as Treasurer. Betty, a court translator, traveled with Charla in Mexico.
The Sherdas hosted us on a number of trips, including a trip to the Holy Land, led by Dr. George Wood.
A trip to Bethlehem was number one on Betty’s agenda…but we were so disillusioned by the Church of the Nativity.
Then Dr. Wood led us to a nearby shepherd’s cave, much like the one that could have been used by the innkeeper. It was musty and a dark, dank place. No place to give birth. We wept. No little drummer boy, or soft lights or poinsettias. No place for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Early the next morning, after the birth, we could hear the innkeeper’s wife saying, “If I had only known, I would have given Him the best room in the inn!”
But most important; is there room in your heart for the Lord Jesus? “Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.”