Then spake Jesus

John 8:12 Then spake Jesus unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.



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"Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.” —The Polar Express



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A Soldier’s King

A Soldier's King - YouTube


No one seem to notice the man beside the road
He was just a ragged soldier out there in the cold
But he seemed to have a purpose only known to him
As he walked along the streets
That night through the town of Bethlehem

In his head, he held a memory of all the wars he'd known
In his hand, he clutched a medal for the bravery he'd shown
And the weight of every battle he carried in his heart
But his eyes were clear and searching
For a manger in the dark

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know him and stand before his light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight

He had marched for politicians
Served under their command
And he fought for all the causes that he did not understand
But it was something deep inside him now
That led him on his way
With a single star to guide him to where the baby lay

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know him and stand before his light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight

He stood before the son of God, come to pay our debt
He smiled up at the soldier that the world would soon forget
So he held out his medal and said this for you I bring
There he swore allegiance to the newborn baby King

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know him and stand before his light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight
Like the soldier who found his king tonight


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I have a great deal of respect for those who serve in the defense of our country, and their families. My heart goes out to those Gold Star Families who’ve paid the ultimate price for peace. The Myanmar Civil War is currently being fought with over 13,000 casualties this year. African continental wars have totaled over 13,000 casualties this year. The Russia-Ukrainian War is also ongoing with casualties estimated at nearly 100,000. The war in Israel/Pakistan Conflict is ongoing with new numbers each day. It is so hard for our soldiers to be far from home at Christmas time.

 Here is a quote from Remembering Our Military Members This Christmas - Christian News Journal ‘I get asked often by civilians what they can do to support our military that will really make an impact. You can pray— for hope, healing, and restoration to any areas where there’s been loss or hardship for military members and their families. You can also invest in organizations working to provide biblical resources and establish best-practices for faith-based trauma healing. As we enter this time of joyful celebration, let’s do it arm-in-arm with the wonderful men and women who protect our freedom to do so.”

Let us honor and pray for those serving in our military, and for their families at home also. May they find the light of Christ in their hearts ~~ Marilee



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Drop Donuts

From Darrell’s grandma

Mix:

1 ¾ c. flour

¾ c. sugar

1 T baking powdered1 t. salt

½ t. nutmeg

¾ c. milk

1 egg

Drop by teaspoonful into hot grease. Drain on paper towel. Coat with sugar and cinnamon or with glaze



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from Carole. Thank you.

There is a legend of an African boy called Emmanuel, who was always asking questions. One day he asked the question, “What language does God speak?” No one could answer him. He traveled all over his country to find the answer but did not get a satisfactory answer. Eventually he set out for distant lands to find the answer. For a long time he had no success. At last he came one night to a village called Bethlehem and as there was no room in the local inn, he went outside the village in search of a shelter for the night. He came to a cave and found that too was occupied by a couple and a child. He was about to turn away when the young mother spoke, ‘Welcome Emmanuel, we’ve been waiting for you.” The boy was amazed that the woman knew his name. He was even more amazed when she went on to say, “For a long time you have been searching the world over to find out what language God speaks. Well, now your journey is over. Tonight you can see with your own eyes what language God speaks. He speaks the language of love, that is expressed in sharing, understanding, mercy and total acceptance.”


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WE all need to speak the language of love. I'm sure that most of us have read the next story, but I added my own wonders of the world at the end.


"Seven Wonders of the World."

extracted from The Seven Wonders of the World (epistle.us)

A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World."

Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids
2. Taj Mahal
3. Grand Canyon
4. Panama Canal
5. Empire State Building
6. St. Peter's Basilica
7. China's Great Wall


While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one quiet student hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list!

The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."

The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."

The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are:

1. to see
2. to hear
3. to touch
4. to taste
5. to feel
6. to laugh
7. and to love."

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple, ordinary & take for granted are truly wondrous! A gentle reminder -- that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.”

After reading this, I came up with my own “7 Wonders.”


1.God loved us enough to send his only begotten Son to this world
2. Jesus Christ loved us enough to live for us, that we might know how to live
3. He died for us, and atoned for our sins making eternal life a reality
4. He Knows us each as individuals, our weaknesses, our strengths and loves us anyway.
5. He hears our prayers.
6. He carries us when we cannot fight on by ourselves
7. We are His children

They are my “wonders.” What are yours? Marilee

 

When Israel was

 

Hosea 11:1 “When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son.”



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"The way you spend Christmas is far more important than how much." — Henry David Thoreau



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O Come, Emmanuel

performed by The Piano guys, intrumental, beautiful video

O Come, Emmanuel - Christmas Version - ThePianoGuys - YouTube



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Cranberry Salad

from Darrell

1 c. sugar

1 package cranberries

1 pint whipped cream

¾ pound mini marshmallows

1 can crushed pineapple

Grind cranberries. Mix with sugar and let sit for at least 2 hours. Whip cream. Add marshmallows and let that stand for 2 hours. Mix together and add pineapple. Let sit in the fridge overnight



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The Christmas Legend of Babushka

Babushka (the Russian word for old woman/grandmother) lived in a tiny village.

One winter evening, the Three Wise Men knocked on her door. She invited them in, and soon they all sat around the fire. The wise men showed their gifts and told her they were going to where the king of kings was born. Babushka served them some warm soup for the journey.

Babushka shared with them that she would love to come along but first needed to clean the house and prepare herself.

After cleaning, scrubbing, and washing, she gathered her coat and some small gifts. However, the star the wise men had followed was nowhere to be seen. So she wandered off searching for the star, and people say she is wandering still, leaving gifts for children everywhere.



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I wrote this story in 2010, and wanted to share it again. We had friends come and watch a Christmas movie last Sunday. I hoped they would choose “The Littlest Angel.” They didn’t, so I watched it by myself this week. The links following the names of the different nebulas are all working links. They’re gorgeous pictures, and I’m a science nerd. All of the light in existence reflect the light of Christ. They are the Father’s creations. ~~ Marilee


from 2010:

I remember watching The Littlest Angel starring Johnny Whittaker and Fred Gwynne in 1969. I LOVED it and never understood why it didn’t become a classic! I found a Christmas movie collection on dvd several weeks ago which included it along several more favorites of mine. I immediately bought it and we watched it that night. I STILL love it. It inspired today’s story (and of course, Charles Tazewell who wrote the book). As you read “my” version, picture Whittaker with those shining blue eyes and red hair as the littlest angel, and Fred Gwynne with his irrepressible smile as the guide. I had fun writing it–adapting it, and hope that you will enjoy reading it. (Warning: I made a major change in the end of the story, so those of you who are purists might shake your head.)

Marilee’s Littlest Angel

“Look, little one, see the glory of the universe! Spiral galaxies with arms reaching out to all, nebulas, gas giants, hot suns. He wants you to see them, to know them, for He made them. They are His creations.”

“Wow, look at that Crab nebula https://th.bing.com/th/id/OSK.HEROH-aR-oGOUEyML-BmuquXSnT5ip65SUBsxyVqJC2wHV8?rs=1&pid=ImgDetMain

and those gas pillars https://th.bing.com/th/id/R.545fd934b55dbf75a6ba97dab6109bc8?rik=vDUid%2bNui1Jr%2fw&riu=http%3a%2f%2fupload.wikimedia.org%2fwikipedia%2fcommons%2fe%2fe1%2fEagle_nebula_pillars_complete.jpg&ehk=PsigFt6zSrG1ApaUr12m%2fpSjpz%2b7YjplJuqLfHO7TBM%3d&risl=&pid=ImgRaw&r=0

, and look at that Bug Nebula

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1c/NGC_6302_Hubble_2009.full.jpg/800px-NGC_6302_Hubble_2009.full.jpg

Wow, it looks like a butterfly to me.”

Through billions of galaxies, they wandered, until the ancient angel had shown all of God’s wonders to His newest, littlest angel. Approaching a galaxy filled with more than 200 billion blazing suns, the little angel excitedly said to his guide, “It looks like spilled milk, don’t you think, or maybe even a road of milk?”

“It does indeed. It is here that we find God’s greatest creation. Would you like to see it?”

“Sure!” Expecting to see more fabulous vistas with brilliant colors, the little angel was shocked when they approached a small sphere turning slowly in space. “Are you sure God made this? What’s so special about it?

“A long time ago, before this planet even existed, there was a Grand Council held in Heaven. All of God’s children shouted with joy when they heard that Heavenly Father was going to create a glorious world for them to live upon during their mortal lives.”

The angel explained it all, the War in Heaven, the six days of creation, the Garden of Eden and the story of Adam and Eve and how man came to be. Then he told the littlest angel that the best part of the story was still to come.

“The best part?”

“Yes.”

Drawing closer to the surface of the planet, the little angel wrinkled his nose at the dirt and confusion. "I don’t see anything so special”

“Behold, God’s glory.”

“I don’t see anything...just a woman on a donkey and a man leading her. It looks like they’re heading towards that noisy desert town over there.”

“His name is Joseph. She is Mary. The child she carries is our Savior, Jesus Christ; and the town is Bethlehem.” They watched as her days were accomplished. They looked on with awe as she birthed her Son. Filled with joy that knew no bounds they joined the throng of angels singing in heavenly chorus to the shepherds on the hillside. Tears running down his precious face, the littlest angel turned to his teacher and asked, “Why, did He do this? Why here? Why now?”

“Because He loves us, little one.”

Turning his head from side to side and seeing the glory of God round about, the littlest angel said, “Beautiful, it’s so beautiful. You’re right, this is the greatest creation of all.”


Therefore the Lord

 Isaiah 7:14 “Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.”




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Oh, God...
help us rightly to remember
the birth of Jesus, that
we may share in the songs
of the angels, the gladness
of the shepherds, and the
worship of the wise men.

May the Christmas morning
make us happy
to be your children.

-Robert Louis Stevenson


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When Love Was Born
performed by Mark Schultz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKSU9Dbxvrw

Starlight shines, the night is still
Shepherds watch from a hill
I close my eyes, see the night
When love was born

A perfect child gently waits
A mother bends to kiss God’s face
I close my eyes, see the night
When love was born

Angels fill the midnight sky, they sing
Hallelujah, He is Christ, Our King

Emmanuel, through your small door
Came the hope we’ve waited for
The world was changed forevermore
When love was born.

I close my eyes and see the night
When love was born


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The Legend of the Candle

This is the story of a poor cobbler who lived in a cottage close to his village. The shoemaker had the habit of leaving a candle lit during the night to shed a light on the path for the travelers who would often pass by. One day, war started and the young villagers had to leave,. The cobbler always his candles lit to illuminate the paths to whoever passed by. He did this even though there were few who crossed those paths. Later on, as the village’s bells signaled the end of war, its residents lit candles in their homes, it was Christmas Eve.

Thanks to the lit candles in the village, as per the shoemaker’s ritual, the youngsters returning from war found their homes. This became forever known as the Miracle of the Candles. The habit of lighting candles began on that Christmas night.




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Banana Drop Cookies

from Nancy Gibert

Mix together:

2 c. flour

1 ½ t. baking powder

½ t. cinnamon

¼ t. baking soda

¼ t. salt

¼ t cloves

In mixer bowl, beat well

½ c butter (or shortening)

1 c. sugar

2 eggs

½ t. vanilla

Add 1 c mashed banana and dry ingredients alternately to beaten mixture. Beat well after each addition. Drop by big spoonful 2” apart on well greased cookie sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes at 375. Immediately remove from cookie sheet to cool

Banana Frosting

Mix together:

2 c. powdered sugar (may use more if you like thicker frosting)

¼ c. mashed banana

2 T softened butter

½ t. vanilla

Spread on cooled cookies.




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Game


There's nothing like music at Christmas time. For a fun evening, make yourself a game kit. Place the following items in a box. Have someone reach into the box and pull one out and guess what song they represent. Give them three points if they get it right. If they don't, then hum the first few stanzas of the song. Give them 1 point if they get it right then. These are a few I’ve put together. Have fun making up your own. ~~ Marilee

band-aid ~~~ O Holy Night (Fall on your knees..)

hershey’’s kiss ~~~~~ I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

paper and pen ~~~~~ Santa Claus is coming to town

map ~~~~~ Where Are you, Christmas?

Chestnuts ~~~~~ The Christmas Song (chestnuts roasting on an open fire)

drumstick ~~~~~ The Little Drummer Boy

popcorn ~~~~~ Let It Snow

Jingle bell ~~~~~ Jingle Bells

whistle ~~~~~ All I want for Christmas is my two Front Teeth

birthday candles ~~~~~ The Birthday of a King

flashlight ~~~~~ Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella

toy boat ~~~~~ I Saw Three ships

candy canes ~~~~~ The Christmas Waltz

sprig of holly ~~~~~ Deck the Halls

silk rose ~~~~~ Gesu Bambino

newspaper ~~~~~ Good Christian men, Rejoice

ear plugs ~~~~~ Silent Night

empty pill bottle ~~~~~ Grandma got Run Over by a Reindeer (my son insists on that one)

small stone ~~~~~ Rockin Around the Christmas Tree

Christmas stocking ~~~~~ Here Comes Santa Claus

mistletoe ~~~~~ A Holly Jolly Christmas

Canned pears ~~~~~ 12 Days of Christmas



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How can we shine with the light of Christ? We can reflect back His light by loving others. In 1 John we read in verse 7 “Beloved, let  us love one another:  for God is of love; and everyone that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God”.  Verse 16 states that “... we have known and believed the love that God hath to us.  God is love and he that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God, and God in him.“ Verse 21 reads, “And this commandment have we from Him, that he who loveth God love his brother also.”  Where do we start?  We start by following in His footsteps.  We look for the good in those around us.  We treat them as we want to be treated.  We trust in Him, even when life is hard.  We honor Him by serving those in need around us.  In today's story, one man recognizes the good in another, despite appearances. He reaches out to him in acceptance and good will. ~~ Marilee


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"The Invitation" by Bob Perks

"Excuse me sir," the man said softly as he tried to stop a passerby.

But no one would stop to talk with him.

"I'm a stranger here in town. Could you help me find this place?," he said to one kind looking woman.

She passed him by, but stopped and turned around.

"What is it you are looking for?" she asked while keeping her distance.

"I received this invitation for a Christmas day feast. I'm new in town, you see. I don't know where this is."

She took the paper from his hand and then began to laugh.

"Oh, this!" she said and shook her head. "I wouldn't waste my time. It's in a part of town..." she paused for moment and giving the man a quick glance, continued.

"Sir, a man of your quality should not go there."

This man was a well dressed man. Although not wealthy, he gave the appearance of success.

She quickly pointed down the street and told him where to turn. "You'll know you're there when the houses look like run down shacks. Just past that mess, at the farthest end of the road you'll find him."

Just then a friend of hers came walking by. "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes. He got one of old man Hanson's Christmas invitations and he wanted to know how to get there," she said.

Oh, no! That's a joke." he said.

"Why, sir would you say that? I found it to be a wonderful, kind thing to do. I'm new here in town and I have no one to spend Christmas with this year."

"Well, I'd rather spend it alone then in that house. He passes them out every year and no one ever goes. You'd have to be desperate!" he said laughing and then dropped the invitation on the ground as they walked away.

"I am, I am alone in a town full of strangers for Christmas" replied the man as he reached down to retrieve the paper.

Reading it again out loud:

"Dear friend,

You are cordially invited to a feast. It begins at noon on Christmas Day.

Dress is casual and you are to bring nothing but your kind heart and gentle spirit.

There are no strangers. Just friends I haven't met."

222 Shady Brook Road

Your friend,

Jed Hanson"

The man set out, invitation in hand, to take part in a grand and glorious feast.

He walked past the old shacks the woman spoke about. Within each window were handmade decorations and the warmth and spirit of the day spilled out into the streets with the laughter of the neighborhood children.

There, at the end of the road, was a house not much better than the ones he passed.

He carefully stepped onto the porch and knocked gently on the door. Waiting another minute he tapped on window pane hoping to get someone's attention.

"I must be early. Where is everyone?" he said as he peeked through the window curtains.

Suddenly the door opened wide.

"Yes, my friend you are here for the feast?" the old man asked.

There standing in the doorway was Mr. Jed Hanson. He was dressed in an old carefully patched sweater, faded blue dress pants, white shirt and old neck tie. He motioned for him to enter.

"I'm sorry, I must be early."

"Not at all, my friend. Please come in it is about to begin."

Turning toward the adjacent room he saw a magnificent table laid out before him filled with all kinds of food and festive goodies for the holiday.

"There is so much. How many people attend this feast?"

"You are the first and only one, my friend."

"I can't believe that. With all of this, it is more than I even imagined. Why wouldn't you have hundreds of people here?"

"It is a sad fact. It is all based on their perception of me. I am a simple man, dressed in simple clothes. By today's standards I look poor and unworthy of anyone's attention. My home is old and worn, too. So no one chooses to enter," he said. Then pulling out the chair at the head of the table, he motioned to the man to sit.

"Once you learn the true value of this experience your life changes forever."

"What is the lesson here?"

"Every human being is like this house. Although on the outside we may look tattered and torn, it is what is on the inside that makes the difference. You accepted my invitation even after seeing me. You saw something inside of me that no one else did. Then upon seeing the home in which I reside, you did not turn away."

"I saw you as no different than I. Although your clothing gave the impression of a troubled soul, the spirit of your invitation told me you were sincere. When I saw your house, I thought nothing of it because I was focused on the feast within."

"There, my good friend, is the lesson. Every human being has value. Every situation in life, good or bad, has within it a valuable lesson."

My friend, life is a banquet and God has already given you, "The Invitation."

Won't you join us?

"I believe in you!" Bob Perks

Bob@BobPerks.com

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