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  December 5 - Christmas Angel . . .              (back)

Christmas Angel 

It was just a Christmas angel,
That my Mom put on our tree.
She bought it at a five and dime,
When I was only three.

 

Each year we'd trim our Christmas tree,
With lights and ornaments.
Then Mom would always tell me,
What the angel represents.

 

The angels came to tell the shepherds,
Of the Christ Child's birth.
And, angels are still here with us,
To guide us here on earth.

 

The angel on our Christmas tree,
Was made in such a way.
That if the light inside burned out,
You just threw it away.

 

The light burned out when I was twelve,
The angel would not shine.
But, Mom would not throw it away,
She said it looked just fine.

 

She loved that little angel,
That she put upon our tree.
She said it didn't need a light,
For anyone to see.

 

Then I grew up, and I moved out,
To start my family.
And, I'd go home at Christmas time,
To help her trim her tree.

 

My wife and children went with me,
To mom's house every year.
The house was filled with love and joy,
As we shared Christmas cheer.

 

The kids would always say to her,
The angel is burned out.
Then, she would smile and tell them,
What the angel's all about.

 

She told another reason,
For it's specialty.
Your daddy picked that angel out,
When he was only three.

 

My mother passed away this year,
Early in the spring.
And then I had the painful task,
Of going through her things.

 

The beautiful old house she owned,
Was left me in her will.
We moved back in the summertime,
We feel her in it still.

 

Early in December,
We brought out our Christmas tree.
I went up to the attic,
Just to see what I could see.

 

I saw a cardboard box, with markings,
"Ornaments and stuff."
And in it was the little angel,
That she loved so much.

 

I brought the cardboard box downstairs,
And showed the family.
Then they persuaded me to put,
The angel on our tree.

 

We trimmed the tree that weekend,
And we talked of Christmas past.
Then when the tree was finally done,
The angel went on last.

 

Every night till Christmas,
All the lights were burning bright.
Except the little angel,
That had longed burned out her light.

 

Then on Christmas morning,
I arose before the rest.
I had to have my coffee,
To be at my very best.

 

I walked into the living room,
My coffee cup in hand.
Then what I saw, so puzzled me,
I could not understand.

 

I just stood in silence,
As, my eyes filled up with tears.
The little angel all aglow,
That had been dark for years.

~author unknown~

 

December 12 - Christmas Reminders . . .            (back)

 

CHRISTMAS REMINDERS

 

 

Christmas has become extremely commercialized. Everywhere we look we see Christmas trees, lights, presents, signs enticing us to buy this or that for the people on our lists. But let's try to keep our thoughts focused on the real meaning of the season.

 

When we see a wreath, let's remember that God's love is never ending.

 

When we see the lights, let's remember that Jesus is the light of the world.

 

When we see candles, let's remember that our lights, however small, shine brightly enough to spread to those around us.

 

When we see presents, let's remember that God gave us the greatest gift of all in His Son, Jesus Christ.

 

When we see a Christmas tree, let's remember a tree on top of a hill called Calvary.

 

When we see snow, let's remember the One who cleanses our sins in a way that makes them pure white.

 

When we sing carols, let's remember the importance of making a joyful noise unto the Lord.

 

When we sit down to Christmas dinner, let's remember that Jesus is the bread of life.

 

When we see all those around us in need, whether physically, financially, emotionally, or spiritually, let's remember that Christmas really shouldn't be limited to one season of the year. God's gift was for all seasons. And, every time we share that gift, it's Christmas!

 

Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift! (2 Corinthians 9:15)

 

~Linda J. Gilden~
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December 19 - A Visit from the Christ Child . . .                         (back)

 

A VISIT FROM THE CHRIST CHILD

 

'Twas the morning of Christmas, when all through the house
All the family was frantic, including my spouse;
For each one of them had one thing only in mind,
To examine the presents St. Nick left behind.

 

The boxes and wrapping and ribbons and toys
Were strewn on the floor, and the volume of noise
Increased as our children began a big fight
Over who got the video games, who got the bike.

 

I looked at my watch and I said, slightly nervous,
"Let's get ready for church, so we won't miss the service."
The children protested, "We don't want to pray:
We've just got our presents, and we want to play!"

 

It dawned on me then that we had gone astray,
In confusing the purpose of this special day;
Our presents were many and very high-priced
But something was missing -- that something was Christ!


I said, "Put the gifts down and let's gather together,
And I'll tell you a tale of the greatest gift ever.

"A savior was promised when Adam first sinned,
And the hopes of the world upon Jesus were pinned.


Abraham begat Isaac, who Jacob begat,
And through David the line went to Joseph, whereat
This carpenter married a maiden with child,
Who yet was a virgin, in no way defiled.

 

"Saying 'Hail, full of Grace,' an archangel appeared
To Mary the Blessed, among women revered:
The Lord willed she would bear -- through the Spirit -- a son.
Said Mary to Gabriel, 'God's will be done.'

 

"Now Caesar commanded a tax would be paid,
And all would go home while the census was made;
Thus Joseph and Mary did leave Galilee
For the city of David to pay this new fee.

 

"Mary's time had arrived, but the inn had no room,
So she laid in a manger the fruit of her womb;
And both Joseph and Mary admired as He napped
The Light of the World in His swaddling clothes wrapped.

 

"Three wise men from the East had come looking for news
Of the birth of the Savior, the King of the Jews;
They carried great gifts as they followed a star --
Gold, frankincense, myrrh, which they'd brought from afar.

 

"As the shepherds watched over their flocks on that night,
The glory of God shone upon them quite bright,
And an angel explained the intent of the birth,
Saying, 'Glory to God and His peace to the earth.'

 

"For this was the Messiah whom prophets foretold,
A good shepherd to bring His sheep back to the fold;
He was God become man, He would die on the cross,
He would rise from the dead to restore Adam's loss.


Let's have fun celebrating, but leave not a doubt
That Christ is what Christmas is really about!"

 

The children right then put an end to the noise,
They dressed quickly for church, put away all their toys;

For they knew Jesus loved them and said they were glad
That He'd died for their sins, and to save their dear Dad.

©1986 F.R. Duplantier

  

December 26 - Just One Small Babe . . .                     (back)



There was no snow on that rare night,
No evergreens, baubles, or balls,
No carols, save, "Joy to the World",
No mistletoe, no Santa Claus,
Except the stars that shined, no lights,
Just one small babe.

A babe that grew into a man,
Bearing a sorrowful cross,
Taking on His back the sins of the world,
That none might be lost;
The universe groaned in His travail,
The Father turned away His face,
All of creation saved by His grace -
Just one small babe.

 

Happy Birthday

Jesus!

 

 Resolve to help spread the love of the Lord

around the world in 2005

Reach Up, Reach Out and help win the world for Christ!

 

 

Bonus - Why Bethlehem? . . .                 (back)

  

Why Bethlehem?


Why Bethlehem Of All Places? I’ve been to Bethlehem. It’s fairly indistinguishable from many other Judean towns, except for the Church of the Nativity built over the traditional site of Jesus’ birth. Bethlehem is located on a ridge about 2500 feet above sea level, and five or six miles southwest of Jerusalem. Why, with all the grand locations in the world to choose from, did God choose for His Son to be born in Bethlehem? I can think of three good reasons. 

 

1) TO FULFILL PROPHECY
Seven hundred years earlier the prophet Micah quoted God: “As for you, Bethlehem Ephrathah...from you One will go forth from Me to be ruler in Israel, His goings forth are from long ago, from days of eternity.” Now, some Messianic prophecies are cryptic--they are identified and understood only after the event has occurred. Psalm 22 and Isaiah 53 must have perplexed readers for hundreds of years as to their meaning. Only after the Savior went to the cross did the followers of Jesus realize how the first seems to be the thoughts of the Lord on the cross, and the second an eyewitness description of that event. God placed such prophecies in the Bible so that when they happened, His people would be comforted to know He had planned it from the beginning. However, Micah 5:2 stands out there in the open. God wanted everyone to know the Savior would be arriving in Bethlehem. And everyone did know, at least those familiar with the Scriptures. When the magi arrived in Jerusalem asking at every street corner where the newborn King could be found, word filtered up to King Herod in the palace and he called in his advisors. “In Bethlehem,” they all agreed, quoting Micah 5:2. God keeps His word; Jesus was born in Bethlehem. 

 

2) TO IDENTIFY WITH DAVID
The Messiah would be a Son of David and sit on the throne of David. Old Testament prophecies emphasized both points again and again. Since both Mary and Joseph were of the lineage of David, Jesus was doubly covered. When the census of Luke 2:1 called everyone to his ancestral home, they made the journey of a hundred miles south to Bethlehem. Bethlehem was where Ruth lived and where she gleaned the fields behind Boaz' harvesters. Boaz spotted the lovely young widow and the rest, as they say, is history. Their son Obed became the father of Jesse, who raised a large family of sons and daughters, the youngest son being David. Thereafter, Bethlehem would forever be known as the city of David. Even the angels called it that. “Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior,” they said to the shepherds. Doubtless many of the psalms of David which God’s people have loved and sung for thirty centuries were inspired by time spent in the same fields and meadows where the shepherds met the angels that wondrous night. One day as the Lord and His entourage were approaching Jericho, a blind beggar sitting beside the gate began to call out to Him. “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Again and again, he repeated that refrain. When our Lord came within earshot, He had the man brought to Him and restored his sight. The son of God is the Son of David! Jesus was born in Bethlehem. 

 

3) TO MAKE A CONNECTION
Bethlehem in the Hebrew means “House of Bread.” What more fitting place for One to be born who would be known as the Bread of Life. One day, the Lord Jesus fed thousands of people with the lunch of a child. Soon afterward, He taught the people the meaning of the miracle. “There is a bread that endures to eternal life,” He said. He Himself was the living and true Bread from Heaven, “which a man may eat and live forever.” (John 6) Isaiah asked the people of God in his day: “Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread? (Isaiah 55:2) That is to say, why are you working and worrying and spending your life for things that do not nourish you, do not strengthen you, and do not satisfy you? A good question for our day, also. Jesus is the fulfillment of prophecies given hundreds of years earlier. Jesus Christ is the Son of David, born in the City of David. Jesus is the Bread of Life, born in the House of Bread. How much plainer can God make it? Jesus is Lord. 

This month's song is "The First Noel"

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