For me, where I crossover from a year to another is a big deal for me and my family, and I don't take it lightly. My husband and I are not attending the same type of church; I'm Pentecostal, and he is orthodox. But every end of the year, my husband and I usually spend those hours together. It is a blessing to me being by his side. I always say, "If the year ends today and another one doesn't come, I'll spend it with you."
This year, we did the crossover the orthodox way, and I followed him to an orthodox ministry where we spent the day. The crowd was massive, an it consisted of more easterners. When people speak the same language, their unity is common. The love and acceptance were present, even in the crowd, and I really admired it.
The journey was two hours away from the house, so we started off early. The children were filled with excitement and mischief, and maybe it was because they hadn't travelled that far in a while. The programme lasted longer than usual. After we shouted "Happy New Year!", the programme went on; it was a vigil. But I'm glad I spent it with my family.
