Dec 27 2012

IT's NOT ABOUT THE GIFTS!

With each passing year, I'm realizing it's not about the gifts under the tree. It's about the gift of grandkids! Hangin out with Kaedyn and Jayel is the best gift! Kaedyn is holding a gift for me...a coffee mug. All wrapped up by Chelsea,  my daughter in Anchorage, complete with a ribbon made to look like steam coming off the top of a cup of hot coffee! Kaedyn had me play the "what is it" game. A big tootsie roll?, I asked. "Nope, papa, that's not what it is." Hhmmm. Is it  a warm muff for me to put my hands in to keep them warm in the winter? "Noooo, papa, that's not what it is". Maybe it's a toy steam roller used to squeeze down asphalt in the street. "Nope. That's not it. Go ahead and open your mug!" Immediately Kaedyn realizes that he just spilled the (coffee) beans and he holds his hand to his mouth in shock! We all had a good laugh and a few good Christmas hugs.

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Dec 14 2012

Christmas Prayer by Max Lucado

Dear Jesus,

It's a good thing you were born at night. This world sure seems dark. I have a good eye for silver linings. But they seem dimmer lately.

These killings, Lord. These children, Lord. Innocence violated. Raw evil demonstrated.

The whole world seems on edge. Ticked off. We hear threats of chemical weapons and nuclear bombs. Are we one button-push away from annihilation?

Your world seems a bit darker this Christmas. But you were born in the dark, right? You came at night. The shepherds were nightshift workers. The Wise Men followed a star. Your first cries were heard in the shadows. To see your face, Mary and Joseph needed a candle flame. It was dark. Dark with Herod's jealousy. Dark with Roman oppression. Dark with poverty. Dark with violence.

Herod went on a rampage, killing babies. Joseph took you and your mom into Egypt. You were an immigrant before you were a Nazarene.

Oh, Lord Jesus, you entered the dark world of your day. Won't you enter ours? We are weary of bloodshed. We, like the wise men, are looking for a star. We, like the shepherds, are kneeling at a manger.

This Christmas, we ask you, heal us, help us, be born anew in us.

Hopefully,

Your Children.

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