December 2, 2021

 Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today’s Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday. – Gladys Taber


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Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

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Straight No Chaser is an American acappella group that was formed in 1996 at Indiana University. I really enjoy this version of Carol of the Bells, but want to let you know that “Ding Dong” is repeated 14 times before the music starts. The ding dongs lasts the first 53 seconds of the music. (If you want to watch a really funny version of The 12 Days of Christmas, search for it and look for the 1998 original version.)

Carol of the Bells

Straight no Chaser

Carol of the Bells- Straight No Chaser - YouTube

Ding dong (14X)

Hark! how the bells
Sweet silver bells
All seem to say,
"Throw cares away."
Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold

Ding, dong, ding, dong
That is their song
With joyful ring
All caroling
One seems to hear


Words of good cheer
From ev'rywhere
Filling the air

Oh how they pound,
Raising the sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale,
Gaily they ring
While people sing
Songs of good cheer
Christmas is here
Ding, dong, ding, dong
(Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas)
That is their song
(Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas)
With joyful ring all caroling
On, on they send
On without end
Their joyful tone
To ev'ry home

(repeated 2 x)

Ding dong ding dong



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RECIPE

Coconut Chocolate Chip Bar Cookies from Kaylee M. (This is her great grandmother’s recipe. Thank you, Kaylee)

½ c. shortening                             2 ½ cup flour

½ c. sugar                                    1 t. baking soda

1 c. brown sugar                          1 t. salt

1 t. coconut extract                      1 cup nuts

2 eggs                                           12 oz. bag chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 375°. Spoon walnut sized balls onto cookie sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes. To cook as a bar cookie, press into 13x9 pan. Reduce oven temperature to 350° and bake for 25 minutes.

Rocky Road topping: 4 cups mini marshmallows, 1 cup chocolate chips. Spread over slightly cooled bars, broil for 2 minutes until golden brown



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TRADITION


When our children were teenagers, they were given the opportunity to visit older members of our church, to have “grandparents”. I remember Margenne and Eldon and Mickey and Dick telling us how much they enjoyed those visits. The past year has been a time of loneliness for all of us, especially the elderly or those shut-in. Here’s a way to create happy memories for your family and to brighten the lives of those around you.



THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (activity)


This is kind of a Secret Santa project. Buy these items in advance along with the twelve notes you will be leaving with them.

Have your family begin dropping them on the doorstep of your special friend on December 13th. Do this in the evening after dark, of course, so the children can ring the door bell and run, without being caught. We had a funny thing happen one year. We were doing this and took turns making deliveries. On this particular night it was my turn. I was ready for bed when I realized that I hadn’t made the delivery. I was in a long nightgown, had on a tattered robe and my fuzzy monster slippers. I thought about being sensible and getting dressed, but that would be a waste of time! I’d just get in bed when I got home. I drove to the house, sneakily made the delivery, and ran back to the car before they could catch me. I locked the keys in my car with the engine running! Talk about embarrassing, so I suggest wearing street clothes just in case you have to knock on their door and call your spouse to come and unlock the car for you.


Make up your own notes or use a variation of these:


ON THE FIRST DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...a partridge

in a pear tree...(sorry, but it’s the wrong time of year for trees, and the partridge flew away, we can't find the partridge, so here are some pears)

[Leave this note, along with a can or bottle of pears]


ON THE SECOND DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...two turtle

doves...(but we don't have any...so will candy turtles on a bar of Dove

soap do?)


ON THE THIRD DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...three French

hens...(Our brown french hens won’t leave their nest, so we're giving you 3 chocolate eggs courtesy of the French hens.)


ON THE FOURTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...four

calling birds...(we can't find those calling birds, but here are 4

messages they left for you before they flew off.) [Leave this note plus

4 messages describing what a wonderful person they are]


ON THE FIFTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...five golden

rings...(aren’t you glad pineapple is golden? leave note and can of pineapple rings)


ON THE SIXTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...six geese a

laying...(you don't really want messy geese all over the house, do you?

How about some eggs that they left behind?) [Leave note and half dozen

eggs]


ON THE SEVENTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...seven

swans a swimming...(the swans must have flown south for the winter, so here is their favorite bubble bath.


ON THE EIGHTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...eight maids

a milking...(here's some milk we got from the eight maids.) [Leave note and carton of

milk]


ON THE NINTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...nine ladies

dancing...(here is some lotion to rub into their tired feet just in case they’re out all night)


ON THE TENTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...ten candy canes used by the ten Lords who sprained their ankles jumping around.


ON THE ELEVENTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...eleven

pipers piping… A bubble pipe and solution which will make enough bubbles for all of those pipers


ON THE TWELFTH DAY of Christmas, your true love gave to you...twelve

drummers drumming… You could use sugar cookies with “Drums” piped on them or a cake that has been decorated like a drum, or anything else you can tie in.


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This lyrics of this short poem can also be sung to the tune of jingle bells.

Christmas bells, Christmas Bells,
Ring them all the day.
God the Father sent His son on that first Christmas Day.
Oh, Christmas bells, Christmas bells,
ring them all the day.
God the Father sent His son to us on Christmas day.



The legend of the Bells

as told by Marilee

Shepherds, who lived near Bethlehem, were out at night in their fields watching over their sheep. Suddenly a bright light filled the sky. It was so bright that the shepherds had to close their eyes for a minute because it hurt.

When they opened their eyes, a beautiful angel was standing in the air just above them with his arms opened wide.

The angel spoke to them: "Do not be afraid. I'm here to bring you good news for all people. Today in Bethlehem, a baby has been born. He is the one that will save the world. You will know the baby because He will be wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laying in a manger."

Suddenly the sky was filled with angels who appeared and proclaimed, "Glory to God, and peace to all people on earth."

The shepherds were amazed. They had to go find this baby the angels were talking about.

As they flocked to Bethlehem they passed a blind child sitting by the side of the main road. He had heard the angels and wanted the shepherds to lead him to the baby Jesus. He tried to follow, but couldn’t keep up, he was too slow. None of them took the time to lead him. When the streets were quiet again, the boy heard the faint toll of a cattle bell in the distance. He thought that perhaps that cow was in the very stable where the child was born. He followed the sound of the bell to the very stable where the Baby Jesus lay.

The legend says that every year, at Christmas time, the sound of the bells will lead believers to Our Savior.























December 1, 2021

 


Christmas is a time when we find our way back home, whether in person or in our hearts. It's a time to celebrate the birth of Jesus, relive childhood memories, continue cherished traditions, and share hospitality and good will with others. It is a privilege for me to share my love of Christ with you. 

For the past month, we have heard on the news that there will be no Christmas this year. Because:


1) there is a shortage of Christmas trees


2) there is also a shortage of toys


3) trucking delays effect everything!


4) shortages are forecast for canned pumpkin for pies, frozen turkeys to cook, and chocolate!


Lastly


5) there will be a shortage of Christmas cheer.


No Christmas cheer? Hah! Christmas isn’t about the presents we buy or the money we spend. It’s “a time when we find our way back home, whether in person or in our hearts. It's a time to celebrate the birth of Jesus, relive childhood memories, continue cherished traditions, and share hospitality and good will with others.”  Christmas joy can be found by continuing much loved traditions, or starting new ones, by remembering Our Savior. Throughout the month of December, I will be sending stories, poems, scriptures and thoughts about Christmas. I will also include simple craft or decorating tips and recipes. As always, the highlight for me is the music. I love Christmas music, it fills my soul with light and lifts my spirit, even on the craziest of days. I hope you will enjoy the music this year as much as I enjoyed the time spent listening and transcribing the lyrics. Sundays will have a scripture, a quote, a link to an instrumental song and a story. May the Lord bless you and help you to find joy and peace this Christmas. ~~~ Marilee ~~~


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Isaiah 7:14 Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.


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"I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world." -Norman Vincent Peale


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I wish there was away to link to these songs without the YouTube ads, but if there is a way, I don’t know how to do it. The link will take you right there.


David Deyl - Somewhere in My Memory (From *Home Alone*) - YouTube


Candles in the window

Shadows paint the ceiling

Gazing at the fire glow

Feeling that gingerbread feeling


Precious moments

Special people

Happy faces

I can see


Somewhere in my mem'ry

Christmas joys all around me

Living in my mem'ry

All of the music

All of the magic

All of the fam'ly home here with me


Candles in the window

Shadows painting the ceiling

Gazing at the fire glow

Feeling that gingerbread feeling


Precious moments

Special people

Happy faces

I can see


Somewhere in my mem'ry

Christmas joys all around me

Living in my mem'ry

All of the music

All of the magic

All of the fam'ly home here with me


Somewhere in my mem'ry

Christmas joys all around me

Living in my mem'ry

All of the music

All of the magic

All of the fam'ly home here with me



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RECIPES

This years recipes will be quick and easy snack/treats. If any of you have a recipe you’d like to share, please send it to me or place it in the comments. This is a no-bake recipe – quick and easy to make with your children:)


S’More Cookies Please
2 eggs
1 cup white sugar
3/4 cup butter
2 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
2 cups miniature marshmallows
12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
3 tablespoons peanut butter
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup shredded coconut
1. Beat eggs. Combine eggs, sugar, and butter or margarine in a large saucepan. Bring to a boil and let cook on low for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Turn off heat. Add the crumbs, marshmallows and coconut.
2. Spread mixture into a lightly buttered 9x13 inch dish.
3. Melt the chocolate chips and peanut butter together and spread over the top of the bars. Refrigerate overnight. Cut into small squares to serve.


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TRADITION


I received a package in the mail from my niece, Connie, several days ago. I texted her and asked her if I should open it. She said yes. There was a card with the gift and the message from Connie said, “I give that gift to someone new every Christmas! It’s your turn! In the package, there was a bright red gift box tied with a gold metallic ribbon. I opened the gift, and in it there was a nativity from Africa. The “stable” was made from a coconut shell and the people and animals were painted rocks. Connie and Ron picked a perfect present for me, and started a new tradition. This year, I will find someone to share a gift box with.

Each day, there will be a new “tradition” suggestion.


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KEEPING BABY WARM
~ by Lynda H. Laughlin

It was an inexpensive dime-store Nativity set, and he was only three years old. His back was toward me, but I could see that his chubby little hands were busily working on something at the old table.

"What are you doing?" I asked him impatiently annoyed at him for touching the decorations after he had been told not to.

As I started toward the scene of his latest mischief, he turned toward me with wide blue eyes filling and a single tear starting down his cherubic cheek. Then I saw it. A carefully folded tissue had been tenderly placed over the small ceramic infant.

"Baby Jesus was cold, Mommy," he whispered.

Ten years have passed, and the tiny Nativity has been replaced by a much larger one. But this year, as every year, I found a carefully folded tissue covering the Baby Jesus. I think I know who did it, and I hope he never stops.


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I read a news article entitled “Drama on Christmas Eve: Baby Jesus’ Journey to the Crib. written by Fr Seán O'Dowd, and published in Africa December 2000 while looking for story ideas. I didn’t write anything that year, but remembered the basics of the article for some time, finally writing it in story form in 2010. ~~ Marilee

The church was beautifully decorated and filled to capacity. The choir sang in perfect harmony and the congregation joined them in song as a 10-year old girl and her classmate walked down the aisle of the church and ascended the stairs to the stage. Chosen to play the all-important parts of Mary and Joseph, they took their roles seriously. Weeks of practice led up to their performance that Holy night.

Mary, concentrating deeply on the treasure she carried in her arms, stumbled. She missed the top step and fell, landing on all fours. Baby Jesus lost an arm in the mishap and also suffered severe head injuries. Joseph gathered up the baby and the severed arm from the polished floor. Mary dusted herself off and the procession continued.

When they arrived at the manger, Father Tony realized what happened and was very angry. All of planning, the practicing, the time spent in rehearsal had been in vain. His first words to Joseph and Mary were, “Look at what you’ve done.”

After everyone left the church, Father Tony went to the office and got the first aid kit to repair the damage from the accident. There was no time to get a new baby before mass. He had to do something! He went to work and re-attached the arm, putting it in a sling, then took bandaids, gauze and tape and bandaged the Christ child’s head. Satisfied with his efforts, he thought about how disappointed he was with the performance. He had set so many lofty goals, made so many plans for this performance. People would get more involved in the parish. They would give of their time and talents. They would donate funds for missionary work and provide for the needy. What would happen to those dreams now?

Finished with his task, Father Tony carefully placed the wounded baby Jesus in the crib. Gazing at the baby laying in the manger, he felt himself relax and bowed his head in prayer. His thoughts turned to Christ as he realized that here was someone who understood the meaning of pain and suffering. Someone with whom he could share his own pain, especially the pain of failing to present a perfect pageant to honor Him. The peace of Christmas then began to permeate his whole being. Later, he turned off the lights, left the church and retired for the night.

On Christmas morning the parishioners arrived for Mass. Big, strong, fearless-looking men arrived, but inside many of them were men who had been made redundant. There were some men whose marriages had broken down and whose hopes for a happy family life had been shattered. In the wounded Christ, they found a Savior who understood where they came from. The women too, seeing a patched-up Christ, loved him and wondered how they could heal the wounds of their own children when they failed to be perfect.

The youth were amused at first. Then they began to realize that an injured Christ reached out for their sympathy and that maybe there were times when their own friends had need of sympathy and encouragement. The children saw that the Savior too had bumps and bruises and realized he understood that mistakes and accidents happen.

The toddlers hoped that baby Jesus didn’t have a headache. One little three-year-old offered to go home for a baby aspirin, if necessary.

Each person’s heart was lifted and courage received as a result of the broken doll.

Father Tony wondered whether they should put the manger away for another year or leave it out as a symbol of Christ’s understanding. He repented of his harsh words towards Joseph and Mary. Was it just an accident? No, he thanked God for the blessing.


 

This Christmas, mend a quarrel. Seek out a forgotten friend. Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust. Write a letter. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth. Manifest your loyalty in word and deed. Keep a promise. Forgo a grudge. Forgive an enemy. Apologize. Try to understand. Examine your demands on others. Think first of someone else. Be kind. Be gentle. Laugh a little more. Express your gratitude. Welcome a stranger. Gladden the heart of a child. Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. Speak your love and then speak it again. Howard W. Hunter



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Another year has ended. Another Christmas is here. Thank you for allowing me to share my love of and faith in Jesus Christ. It many ways, it has been a different December from what I planned – very limited social interactions with others. Yet, in many ways, it has been exactly what I planned. I took my walk with Christ. I served, at times under difficult circumstances, and felt His comfort and Love. Throughout this entire year, through the pain and suffering, I was never alone. He was always near.


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STORY IN RUSSIA


In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical principles) in the public schools. They were invited to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage. About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused, and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage. They relate the following story in their own words:


It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our orphans to hear – for the first time -- the traditional story of Christmas. We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem. Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger. Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened. Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every word.


Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger. Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me. No colored paper was available in the city. Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw. Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia, were used for the baby's blanket. A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we had brought from the United States.


The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat -- he looked to be about 6 years old and had finished his project. As I looked at the little boy's manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies in the manger. Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at his completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously. For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately -- until he came to the part where Mary put the baby Jesus in the manger.


Then Misha started to ad lib. He made up his own ending to the story as he said, "And when Maria laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don't have any place to stay. Then Jesus told me I could stay with him. But I told him I couldn't, because I didn't have a gift to give him like everybody else did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift. I thought maybe if I kept him warm, that would be a good gift. So I asked Jesus, 'If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?' And Jesus told me, 'If you keep me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave me.' So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and he told me I could stay with him -- for always."


As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his little cheeks. Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him -- FOR ALWAYS."


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To the Babe of Bethlehem, I celebrate your birth. You gave m e a perfect brightness of hope.  To the Savior, I celebrate the pattern you gave me to live happily and to return to my Father in Heaven. Until next year, may God bless you and keep you safe in the arms of his love.~~~ Marilee


Because he Lives

Because He Lives - YouTube


Because He lives;
Because He rose in mighty triumph from the grave
I put my trust in Him, and seek to follow Him in faith
Because He lives


Because He lives,

I Shall find strength To stand against the tempter’s power

He is my refuge and defense in every troubled hour

Because He lives


chorus:

Because He lives,

I can bear whatever burden may be mine

I am encircled in the arms of love divine Because He lives,

Because He lives


Because He lives,

He will banish every shadow of my pain

Every sorry will be swallowed up in Him

For in his hand is healing for the weary soul

This I know because he lives


Because He lives,

My heart is filled with peace amid a world of fear

And through the blindness of the night,

In Him I rest secure

Because He lives,


Because He lives,

There is no task so great that I cannot endure

I bear no heartache that His tender mercy cannot cure

Because He lives,

(chorus)


Because He lives I will fear no darkness

Because He lives I will walk in light

Because He lives I will praise His kindness

Because He lives hope shines ever bright

Because He lives I will seek His righteousness

Because He lives I’ll follow where He leads

Because He lives I shall conquer even death

And I shall live because He lives!

Because He lives

I will rejoice in Christ and glorify His name

And with the willing voice of gratitude proclaim:

My Savior lives!

Because He lives

He will banish every shadow of my pain

Every sorrow will be swallowed up in Him

For in His hand is healing for the weary soul

This I know because He lives

Many of our memorable and enduring Christmas traditions include different kinds of lights—lights on trees, lights in and on our homes, candles on our tables. May the beautiful lights of every holiday season remind us of Him who is the source of all light. David A. Bednar



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Francesca Battistelli - Messiah 

Francesca Battistelli - Messiah (Official Lyric Video) - YouTube



Long awaited precious promise
Son of God and son of man
Heaven's glory in a manger
Has come to us in Bethlehem, ooh

Messiah, Messiah
A baby born to save us all
Messiah, Messiah
On our knees we fall

All we longed for, all we needed
Shining in this child's eyes
Hope forever, death defeated
Because of this one holy night

Messiah, Messiah
A baby born to save us all
Messiah, Messiah
On our knees we fall

O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Christ the Lord

Long awaited precious promise
Coming back again

Messiah, Messiah
A baby born to save us all
Messiah, Messiah
On our knees we fall
On our knees we fall



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Oreo Cookie Balls

1 (14 ounce) package chocolate sandwich cookies (such as Oreo®), crushed

1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, at room temperature

    1 (12 ounce) package chocolate candy melts

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Mix cookie crumbs and cream cheese together in a bowl; roll into balls and arrange on the prepared baking sheet. Chill cookie balls about 1 hour. Melt candy melts in the top of a double boiler over simmering water, stirring frequently and scraping down the sides with a rubber spatula to avoid scorching. (I melt mine in the microwave). Dip cookie balls in the melted chocolate, removing balls using 2 forks to allow excess chocolate to drip back into double boiler. Arrange coated cookie balls on the baking sheet; refrigerate until coating is firm, about 10 minutes.


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Games


I love to play trivia games (at least I used to). Here is a link to question and answers for a fun Christmas trivia game night

Christmas Trivia: 50 Fun Questions with Answers (parade.com)

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Jingle Bell Toss

Grab some red solo cups and jingle bells. Each person takes a turn attempting to toss their jingle bells into cups that are placed on a table in front of them. To make it more challenging, spread out the cups, or enforce the rule that after each jingle bell makes it into a cup, the person takes a step back to make things harder.

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I Spy with my Christmas Eye

Each person takes a turn choosing a Christmas object of their choice. The rest of the room takes turns asking “yes” or “no” questions until one participant guesses correctly. The correct guesser gets to go next.


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It’s almost here, another Christmas. Tomorrow will be the final blog. My walk with Christ won’t be done though. It will last every day for the rest of my life. Deborah Whipp said, "Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance -- each beautiful, unique and too soon gone." the lessons I’ve learned about my Savior and myself will never be gone, they will just strengthen and become more precious with each passing year. ~~Marilee


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Becoming As Little Children --Author Unknown

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.

His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their relationship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder.

The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." "You see, m'am, I never saw my child grow up. My wife and son were taken from me in an automobile accident when they were both too young. I was never able to get over it."

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks and "I'm sorry to hear that." With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."