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‘Twas the Week Before Christmas

December 25, 2007 By Leave a Comment

I’m glad it’s finally Christmas.  The next week stretches before me with not as much to do. . .

Last week went like this:

  • Monday – My Birthday.  My husband and I went to a third choice restaurant because the first 2 were closed due to the power outage caused by the ice.
  • Tuesday – Morning at home doing housework.  Worked in church office in evening preparing for rest of week
  • Wednesday – Housework & laundry in morning.  Prayer Service in evening.
  • Thursday – Housework & sewing in morning.  Nursing home ministry in evening.
  • Friday – More housework in morning [You'd think I'd be caught up, but no.]  Church Christmas party in evening.  We had a fun present exchange and my 5 yr. old son ended up with a 2 liter of soda.  He said that he would share with me if I share my mini Snickers with him.  Then he carried it home all by himself.  We didn’t open it for a while; just imagine a 5 yo with a carbonated beverage. . .
  • Saturday – My husband was free to spend the day with us.  Hooray!  We all went to a breakfast buffet [kids free!].  Then we took the kids shopping for each of us.  It was interesting how we split up in the store, but somehow managed to bump into each other a lot.  We even got a grocery stop in on the way home.
  • Sunday – Had a Jesus Birthday Party for the 3-5 year olds with cake and ice cream.  Crazy fun.  I’m glad we did it, and I’m glad it’s only once a year!  The evening service was our Candlelight service.  My 3 year old sat the most still that I have ever seen!  All I need to do is give her a lighted candle. ;)
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Merry Christmas!

December 25, 2007 By 1 Comment

By this time [10 AM] you are probably done opening presents, if you have small children.

We even have the wrapping paper cleaned up and breakfast ready to eat. [Rolls - yum!]

I pray that you have a joyous celebration of Jesus Christ’s birth.

I leave you with Ron Hamilton’s chorus from the song Born in a Manger:

Born in a manger long ago,
How could the Savior love me so?
He left His throne for Calvary,
He came to earth for me.
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Sunday Poem ~ Ready For Christmas

December 23, 2007 By 2 Comments

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            Ready For Christmas

                                             

“Ready for Christmas,” she said with a sigh,
As she gave a last touch to the gifts piled high,
Then wearily sat for a moment and read,
Till soon, very soon, she was nodding her head.

                                         

Then quietly spoke a voice in her dream,
“Ready for Christmas? What do you mean?
Ready for Christmas when only last week
You wouldn’t acknowledge your friend on the street.

                               

“Ready for Christmas, while holding a grudge?
Perhaps you had better let God be the judge,
Why, how can the Christ-child come and abide
In the heart that is selfish and filled with pride?

                           

“Ready for Christmas when only today
A beggar lad came and you turned him away
Without even a smile to show that you cared?
The little he asked — it could have been spared.

                                

“Ready for Christmas? You’ve worked, it is true,
But just doing the things that you wanted to do.
Ready for Christmas? Your circle’s too small –
Why, you are not ready for Christmas at all!”

                                 

She awoke with a start and a cry of despair,
“There’s so little time and I’ve still to prepare.
O Father, forgive me, I see what You mean,
To be ready means more than a house swept clean.”

                                 

Yes, more than the giving of gifts and a tree,
It’s the heart swept clean that He wants to see;
A heart that is free from bitterness, sin –
Ready for Christmas — and ready for HIM.

                                               ~ Alice Haneche Mortensen

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Sunday Poem ~ Christmas Night

December 16, 2007 By Leave a Comment

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The Night of Nights

So many moons had come and gone Across the heavens fair . . .
Day followed night, night followed day In usual sequence there.
But one night in the velvet sky A brilliant star appeared,
A strange phenomenon indeed, And all who saw it feared!
Shepherds upon a lonely hill Stood dumb-struck and afraid,
Some left their sheep in panic, while Still others knelt and prayed.
Just then bright angels pierced the night With wingspreads ‘cross the sky
Singing a song of peace on earth, “Glory to God on High!”
Meanwhile the lofty star had burned A pathway through the night,
The humble inn of Bethlehem Was flooded with its light.
This night . . . a night of miracles Differed from the rest
For Christ was born to Mary, all The weary world to bless.
“Then let us go,” the shepherds cried, “To see this holy sight!”
On, on to Bethlehem they went On, on into the night.
There they beheld the infant King And worshipped and adored
The One whom God had sent to be The Saviour . . . Christ the Lord!
This night, so mystical, so sweet, Differed from all the other
Because the Saviour came, there’s hope For every man and his brother.

                                                                                           ~ Georgia B. Adams

 

 

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Sunday Poem ~ One Small Child

December 9, 2007 By Leave a Comment

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      One Small Child

One little Child . . no more, no less –
And could His mother Mary guess
Salvation for the human race
Depended on that night, that place?
And did she know this Child would cause
All heaven to rock with glad applause?
Would cause the angels to rehearse
Their midnight song of sacred verse?
Would cause a star of strange design
To leave its orbit, and to shine
A brilliant path, from east to west?
Would cause wise men to choose the best
Of hoarded treasure, and to search
The nations from a camel perch?
Would make a king (in craven fear)
Destroy small man-children near?
To this small Child the nation thrilled,
For He was prophecy fulfilled.
But could His mother even guess
While rocking Him with tenderness,
The whole import of His advent . . .
This one small Child, from heaven sent.

~ Esther S. Buckwalter

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