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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

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Hi y'all. As is quite apparent, I've fallen way down in the blog posting department and I cannot promise anything exciting in the near future. I am feverishly trying to finish the Christmas gifts I am knitting so I cannot spare even a few moments for writing. So instead, I will share something that sums up my heart, not just at Christmas, but always. Come on by in the New Year if you can and have a WONDERFUL Christmas, remembering the One who is The Gift :)!

Will the Christ Child Come?
Written by Gaye Willis
One Christmas we had an interesting experience that I would like to share. Halfway through December we were doing the regular evening things when there was a knock at the door. We opened it to find a small package with a beautiful ceramic lamb inside. We looked at the calendar and realized that the 12 days of Christmas were beginning! We waited excitedly for the next night's surprise and only then, with the gift of a matching shepherd, did we realize that the lamb was part of a nativity set. Each night we grew more excited to see what piece we would receive. Each was exquisitely beautiful. The kids kept trying to catch the givers as we slowly built the scene at the manger and began to focus on Christ's birth. On Christmas Eve, all the pieces were in place, all but the Baby Jesus. My 12-year-old son really wanted to catch our benefactors and began to devise all kinds of ways to trap them. He ate dinner in the minivan, watching and waiting, but no one came. Finally, we called him in to go through our family's Christmas Eve traditions. But before the kids went to bed, we checked the front step - - no Baby Jesus! We began to worry that my son had scared them off. My husband suggested that maybe they dropped the Jesus and there wouldn't be anything coming. Somehow, something was missing that Christmas Eve. There was a feeling that things weren't complete. The kids went to bed and before I went to bed, I again checked to see if the Jesus had come - - no, the doorstep was empty. In our family, the kids can open their stockings when they want to, but they have to wait to open any presents until Dad wakes up. So one by one they woke up very early and I also woke up to watch them. Even before they opened their stockings, each child checked to see if perhaps during the night the Baby Jesus had come. Missing that piece of the set seemed to have an odd effect. At least it changed my focus. I knew there were presents under the tree for me and I was excited to watch the children open their gifts, but first on my mind was the feeling of waiting for the ceramic Christ Child. We had opened just about all of the presents when one of the children found one more for me buried deep beneath the limbs of the tree. He handed me a small package from my former visiting teaching companion. This sister was somewhat less-active in the church. I had been her teacher for a couple of years and then, when she was asked to be a teacher, she requested to go with me. I had learned over time they didn't have much for Christmas, so that their focus was on the children. It sounded like she didn't get many gifts to open, so I had always given her a small package -- new dish towels, the next year's Relief Society lesson manual -- not much, but something for her to open. I was touched when at church on the day before Christmas, she had given me this small package, saying it was just a token of her love and appreciation. As I took off the bow, I remembered my friendship with her and was filled with gratitude for knowing her and for her kindness and sacrifice in giving me a gift. But as the paper fell away, I began to tremble and cry. There in the small brown box was the Baby Jesus! He had come! I realized on that Christmas Day, that Christ will come into our lives in ways that we don't expect. The spirit of Christ comes into our hearts as we serve one another. We had waited and watched for Him to come, expecting the dramatic "knock at the door and scurrying of feet" but He came in a small, simple package that represented service, friendship, gratitude and love. This experience taught me that the beginning of the true spirit of Christmas comes as we open our hearts and actively focus on the Savior. We will most likely find Him in the small and simple acts of love, friendship and service that we give to each other. This Christmas, I want to feel again the joy of knowing that Christ is in our home. I want to focus on loving and serving. More than that, I want to open my heart to Him all year that I may see Him again.
"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins."Matthew 1:21 NIV


Anonymous said...

What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas

mkpb said...

I love this story. It is a wonderful reminder of how Christ enters our lives in ways that we do not expect. It does contain one bit of incorrect information, and that is that the 12 Days of Christmas do not begin before Christmas. They begin on Christmas Day and go until January 5th. January 6th is Epiphany -- the day that Christians celebrate the Maji's visit to the Christ Child.

I apologize if this comes across as criticism. It's just that I struggle every year to help my congregation observe Advent -- the 4 Sundays before Christmas (and the days in between) that begin the Christian year, a time that is set aside for us to prepare for Christmas. In this world in which we live, people are so busy "getting ready" for the commercial holiday, that they do not prepare their hearts for the reason we have Christmas in the first place. Then people are so tired of Christmas that they are dragging their trees to the curb on Christmas night, because Christmas is over (as the world sees it). No! It's just beginning.

OK -- that's my soap box for today. You probably already knew all of that.

Thanks for your blog. Merry Christmas.

jody said...

i know and i appreciate your sharing-i didn't actually write the story but just copied it "as is" b/c i like its message-i think as Christians we, too, can get caught up in what are the "correct" traditions and again forget to fix our eyes on the Author and perfector of our Faith! the 12 days of Christmas are just as much of a man-made tradition as anything else since the Magi did not actually arrive 12 days after the birth so that is why i chose to just leave the story as written and focus instead on the message it tells :) and i don't feel criticised-thanks for coming by :)!!

Dirtdart's Wife said...

I have read this Christmas story many times and never tire of it Jody. The message is quite clear. Christ does come into our lives in ways we least expect. I hope you have a very blessed Christmas!

P.S. I hope you're finished your knitting soon and get to enjoy a restful day or two before the big celebration of Christ's birth!

Sandra said...

This is such a dear story; thanks for putting it on your blog.

BTW, I'll take those Christmas trees; my sheep LOVE to eat the needles.

Merry Christmas and
Happy Holydays!

Gina said...

Merry Christmas to you and yours!