FPC News and Announcements

New Years Day…Alpha, Waffles and Jesus!

We will begin at 10:30am in the Sanctuary for a pared down brief service of worship, during which
we will be watching the Alpha video “Is there more to life than this?”
Then we will head down to Fellowship Hall for waffles and an Alpha discussion around the tables.
There will be a movie for the kids in Nelson Hall. 
Hope you can join us!

Christmas Eve Candlelight Service @ 7:00 pm


Join us on Christmas Eve @ 7:00 pm in our cathedral-like sanctuary for an awe-inspiring Christmas Eve service featuring Chancel Choir, Chancel Singers, Lindsey Bell Choir, woodwind ensemble, soloists, and a pipe organ with more than 3,000 pipes. The service will include a special Christmas message from Dr. Eric Jacobsen, sharing from our children, carol singing, and hundreds of lighted candles. Come early to get a good seat!

End of Year Giving

To have your donations count for 2016, your gift must be received or post-marked by December 31st.
For an electronic payment, check out the FPC App and click on the “GIVE” tab. 
For any questions, contact Aaron Byers at abyers@fpctacoma.org or call 253-2723286 ext 119.
Thank you for all of your continued support of FPC. 

FPC Pajama Party & Game Day

Thursday, December 29th 10:00am-12:00pm in Fellowship Hall
Grab a friend, put on your pajamas (or don’t take them off!) and get ready to play a variety of board games! We’ll have games on hand, but feel free to bring your favorite!
The Youth Group will be serving us waffles, sausage, juice & coffee!
Parents- please stay with your kiddos!

New Years Day-Alpha, Waffles & Jesus!

We will begin at 10:30am in the Sanctuary for a pared down brief service of worship, during which
we will be watching the Alpha video “Is there more to life than this?”
Then we will head down to Fellowship Hall for waffles and an Alpha discussion around the tables.
There will be a movie for the kids in Nelson Hall. 
Hope you can join us!

Christmas Day Worship Service

We welcome you to join us on Christmas Day for an informal, come as you are…
…even in your pajamas, worship service!
We will sing familiar Christmas songs and enjoy hot cocoa and talk about all of the
gifts Jesus gives us! 
10:30am FPC Sanctuary
Parking available in the back of the church next to Wright Park!

A Prayer Story From Morf Morford

In mainland China, at least in 1999, they didn’t celebrate—or even acknowledge—Christmas. The lingering brutal winters fit that line from “The lion, the witch and the wardrobe” where Narnia is described as “always winter and never Christmas.”

I was teaching English for a major university in Beijing, China. It w as near the end of fall semester, and one of our sections was an overview of American holidays. We had a drab government issue workbook with inane Mad-lib style fill-in holiday related sentences that was somewhere between infantile and oppressive.

As we began the lesson on Christmas, I mentioned a few familiar Christmas traditions—including gift-giving and Christmas caroling. One of the students eagerly raised her hand with the obvious question “Can we do that?”

You need to keep in mind that in the People’s Republic of China, pretty much everything has been illegal at one time or another. In fact, during the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s and ’70s, Chairman Mao had compiled a list of “Social Parasites.” These were the categories of people who deserved no respect or legal rights. Teachers were between prostitutes and beggars.

The wearing of glasses had been suspect—if not criminal—as it was under the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia—because that meant that one probably—gasp!—read books—clearly a sign of a intellectually roving, difficult to control individual.

And I had heard a vague rumor that there was to be no Christmas Caroling in hotel lobbies, but I had naively somehow imagined that to be some kind of hotel-related policy.

As a typical oblivious and optimistic American I said, “Sure, let’s do that.”

What teacher, especially far from home, would not want their students to experience, first hand, an essential American holiday tradition?

I invited two of my classes to meet at the lobby of the “Foreign experts” apartment building where I was living. This place, at best, was a nearly one star hotel—with the added feature of two or three women at the front desk (who spoke no English) who were our “watchers.”

These were older women who were always baffled, if not annoyed, by their foreign residents. I was probably the only resident from the USA in the building—and was certainly the one that, unintentionally of course, generated the most discussion. One of the “watchers” found my comings and goings amusing instead of bothersome.

Among other things, the watcher’s job was to “monitor” us and sign in every visitor.

Another “watcher” was the woman in her early 30s who was the faculty advisor, guide and helper for the “foreign” teachers working for the university. She had told me that she was a member of one of the illegal “underground churches”—I invited her to join us Christmas caroling—she, of course, was far to prudent to join us.

On the appointed evening I found about 50 students packed in my lobby. The “watchers” were scared and horrified. There is nothing like a crowd in China when it comes to attracting official—and unwelcome—attention.

The front desk “watcher,” who was usually amused, was now in hysterics. Somehow she knew I had something to do with this.

I passed out about 20 candles and 30 copies of song sheets with the first verses of many familiar Christmas carols—Jingle Bells, Silent Night, O, Little Town of Bethlehem, O, Holy Night and a few more.

There were a few more people than song sheets, so the students clustered in groups of two or three as we sang the Christmas carols around the campus. It was a cold and clear evening and our voices softly echoed across the barren concrete campus.

These Christmas songs may be familiar to most of us, but these Chinese college students were seeing, hearing and singing them—all at once—for the very first time.

Even now, many years later, it brings chills to me to recall their faces glowing in fierce joy and discovery clustered around candles, with their passionate voices proclaiming the Christmas message under a frigid sky and to a sullen and silent campus.

“Silent Night” in particular stands out in my memory as a piercing hymn of hope in a world of frozen concrete monotony.

After singing for about 20 minutes, I was leading the group between two large buildings when a man rushed out and started yelling in Chinese.

I had to grab one of my students to find out what he was saying. He was with campus security and was irate that we had an unauthorized group (the authorities are overly sensitive about gatherings—perhaps for good reason) and that we had lit candles.

There was a fire hazard, presumably, on this all-concrete campus.

We stopped singing, and most of the group blew out their candles.

I suggested heading back to my apartment where we could have hot chocolate (which virtually none of the students had tasted before) and I had collected a large pile of wrapped cassette tapes and books for gifts.

As we turned toward my apartment, most of the candles were re-lit and many of the students were softly singing.

As we entered the lobby of my building, the “watchers” were yet again horrified—first of all because we were returning (among other problems, all guests were supposed to sign in, but this was impossible with such a large group) and, perhaps even worst of all, there was an important phone call—for me—from the head of campus security. He was furious—and spoke no English. I had to grab a student to take the call and interpret for me.

The head of security wanted to know my name, my department, my supervisor, and my apartment number.

I knew that I was in trouble—Chinese style.

I answered these questions as the rest of the students went up to my apartment where hot cocoa and gifts were waiting.

All the students were having a wonderful time when I finally made it back to my apartment. They each had a gift and their fill of hot chocolate. After about an hour they all left and a few students helped me clean up my apartment.

I was exhausted, but I knew that, for me at least, the party wasn’t over.

The next afternoon my phone rang. It was my official faculty “watcher.” She was laughing so hard she could barely speak.

She told me that I was in big trouble and needed to explain and document this “cultural experience” of Christmas caroling.

I was required to submit a copy of the song sheet we used and “proof” that our activity was merely a traditional American holiday tradition. I also had to give a reasonable estimate of the number of students involved.

Before she hung up she said, “You only have two weeks left on your contract, and I don’t think you’re going to make it.”

I compiled and submitted all that, and I am sure there is a bulky file somewhere in Beijing with my name on it.

The next evening, in the frigid darkness, I heard a faint echo of singing coming from one of the far corners of the campus. In a year living there, I had never heard any improvisational singing before.

I like to think I left a tradition of spontaneous joyful singing in the heart of their frigid winters.

About two weeks later my faculty “watcher” drove me to the airport. Long before this, she had called me her “little trouble-maker.” I could tell she wanted to make sure I got on my plane, but maybe, just maybe, she was a little sorry to see me go.

As I look back on this unlikely Christmas, I am reminded of the original Christmas, where Jesus left the safety and glory of the presence of God to bring a message of hope and restoration to a people who did not want to hear it.

And, in fact, were eager to murder Him to silence the voice of God in their midst.

I had travelled a few thousand miles, He had crossed eternity and stepped into our time and space.

He left His known world to leave us a legacy of peace and glory that transcends description and definition.

Isn’t that the most “Christian” thing to do? To risk it all to leave behind a living legacy of joy and shalom that redefines and shines hope on every seemingly grim circumstance?

As I look back on this experience, and realize how close I came to being arrested, deported or worse, I wonder…would I do it again?

Of course.

A Hospitable God Week 4 Begins on December 18

Read Revelation 19:6-9. A Heavenly Banquet

Read the passage slowly and prayerfully. Listen with the “ear of your heart” to the Spirit’s leading, receiving and savoring deeply in your heart the fruits of this communion of service and love.



Jesus often alludes to the Great Feast in the Kingdom of God, both in parables and in direct comments. This gathering of the redeemed of the Lord in the presence of God on the Last Day is the culmination and fulfillment of the incarnation, the cross, and the resurrection. When we celebrate communion, Jesus is our host. Reflect on your place at the heavenly banquet table, assured by Christ’s broken body and shed blood that gives you the right to be called a child of God. Consider how, washed and purified by Christ, you become capax Dei, capable of perceiving the things of God. In this banquet, the wedding feast of the Lamb – we receive not just food and drink, but we receive God. Jesus Christ washes us, he makes us his guests, and he invites us to a communion of service and of love. The Heart of Christ is a spring, which wells up to eternal life (Jn 4:14). Out of his heart shall flow rivers of living water (Jn 7:38), saying “Come to the Father!” In gratitude, what fruits of this communion of service and love do you want to flower in your life?


Respond and Rest

Let your prayer reflect your desire for the fruits of gratitude, service and love. Rest and Wait in gratefulness for the things of God.


Light the Candle

Record any light you received as you reflected on this week’s Scripture

Christmas Eve Candlelight Service @ Tacoma First Presbyterian


Join us at 7:00 pm on Christmas Eve at Tacoma’s First Presbyterian Church for an awe-inspiring candlelight service featuring vocal choirs, handbell choir, soloists, an instrumental ensemble, and a pipe organ with more than 3,000 pipes! Held in our soaring cathedral-like Sanctuary, this wonderful service retells the Christmas story through Bible readings and a special message from our Senior Pastor, Dr. Eric Jacobsen. The service ends with the singing of “Silent Night” in the midst of hundreds and hundreds of candles. Everyone is welcome at this Tacoma-area tradition—and that means YOU! First Presbyterian Church is located at 20 Tacoma Ave. S at the corner of Division and Tacoma Ave. S. We’re just a block away from Wright Park.

FPC Adult Sunday School Class Schedule


Continuing  1/8 – 3/5



Facilitated by: Devon & Jen Duval    Location: Nelson Hall

A DVD/discussion study that explores God’s design for the family. Come learn what foundational truths and “tools you need to build the family God desires you to have.”  


New Class Beginning January 8th

1, 2 & 3 JOHN Navigators Life Change Bible Study

Teacher: Matt Pickard   Location: South Chapel

If you would like to do your own study of the letters of John to accompany what is discussed in class, you can purchase a study book for $11 from the church office or from Matt Pickard.


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