Matthew 2:19-21
19 But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt,
20 Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and go into the land of Israel: for they are dead which sought the young child's life.
21 And he arose, and took the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel.
“The brightest Christmas ever was lit by a single star and swaddled in the most drab colors, but offered mankind the greatest gift of all… true and lasting love.” – Ton Sorenson
Carol of the Bells (for 12 cellos) - The Piano Guys - fun video to watch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9GtPX6c_kg
Homemade Chicken Stew
1 cup evaporated milk
¼ cup all-purpose flour
1 ½ pounds chicken thigh meat
¾ pound small fresh button mushrooms
2 potatoes, peeled and cubed
2 cups pearl onions
2 large carrots, coarsely chopped
2 ¼ cups frozen green peas, thawed
1 cup chicken broth
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon ground black pepper
½ teaspoon dried marjoram
¼ teaspoon dried rosemary
¼ cup chopped fresh parsley
In a small bowl stir together evaporated milk and flour until smooth. Place chicken, mushrooms, potatoes, onions, and carrots in slow cooker. Pour in milk mixture and broth. Season with salt, pepper, marjoram and rosemary. Cook on low 6 hours. I hate mushy peas, so add them for the last 15 minutes. Stir in parsley just before serving.
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Finding joy in our lives is a matter of choice. Life isn't easy. Its not meant to be. Choosing to be joyful means leaving behind negative attitudes, breaking molds and changing our perspective on life. If you’re struggling to find joy this Christmas, look to Jesus Christ. He's our guide, our example, our leader. He came that we could have joy in this life and in the life to come. There is no guarantee of happiness. There is no guarantee of a trouble-free existence, but through the love and sacrifice of Our Savior, there will be joy. ~~ Marilee
“Joy is a choice, but it isn’t an easy one.” Julie B. Beck
“Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow." Helen Keller
“A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love. She gives most who gives with joy.” Mother Theresa
“We are shaped by out thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” Buddha
Another
Christmas Carol - The Story of Joel
I
was first touched by the kindness of a stranger many years ago as a
boy of fifteen. My story is dramatized in The Story of Joel.
Provided
by Joel of spiritofstnicholas.org
extracted
from
http://www.christmasmagazine.com/en/spirit/story24.asp
The
kids on the bus asked, "You coming to the game tonight?"
"I
can't. My grandmother's coming over."
There
was no visit from grandmother, of course, just another of Joel's
well-devised covers for the truth. Joel never went anywhere but
straight to the house.
Blake
House had been Joel's and his mother's home for the last four months.
The place wasn't bad; there simply wasn't any privacy. Sharing a room
with his mother was easier since she started going to night school.
Many nights, Joel was already in pajamas and ready for sleep by the
time she returned.
For
Joel's mom, the Blake House was nothing short of a miracle. She knew
it was hard on a boy of Joel's age but it was a comfort to know that
he realized it was necessary. One more day with her husband may have
been the end of her or her son, and Joel knew it too. In a way, it
was his growing intervention in the assaults that convinced her they
had to leave.
For
Joel, things had a calm predictability but the days went by slowly.
His mom was tormented by uncertainty. With the help of the Blake
House staff she had found a part-time job and a grant for vocational
training. In spite of this support, it was hard to imagine a time
when she might stand on her own.
As
Christmas approached, she started preparing Joel for the reality of
the upcoming holiday. She'd say they would have a nice dinner with
their Blake House friends and later walk a few blocks to take in the
downtown view. She would explain that, with luck, they could be in
their own home by March and they would have a private Christmas and
presents then.
"I
don't need Christmas and I don't need presents," Joel
grumbled.
"Scrooge!"
she quipped back.
She
was proud of his effort to deal with his envy of other children's
holiday excitement. He was so serious, though. She wished there was
something she could do to give him a lighter heart and a happier
Christmas.
On
the Saturday before Christmas the families and staff were enjoying
their holiday supper when Joan, the House counselor, called Joel's
mom into her office.
"Do
you have any plans tonight?" Joan asked.
"Joel
and I are going to walk to the overpass to look at the downtown
lights and decorations."
Joan
pointed out the front window, "Maybe you'd prefer to ride
instead of walk." Curbside sat a polished Town Car.
"I
don't understand," was all Joel's mom could get out before Joan
continued.
"An
anonymous friend has made arrangements for you and Joel to have use
of this car for the next five hours … which will come in handy
since the performance is across town. If you leave now, you'll have
time to get in some shopping before the show. What d'ya say? I
thought so!" Joan smiled and led her out of the office to get
Joel.
"Ma'am,"
said the driver opening the door as the two approached the
car.
"What's
up with this, mom?" blurted Joel as the door shut.
"We're
going to the show," she said bewildered, holding up her hands.
As the driver settled back into the Lincoln, he turned and smiled,
saying, "I'll be taking you to the mall before the show. And I
was asked to give you this." The driver handed her an envelope
before he turned to set off.
"Please
forgive this intrusion into your privacy," the note began. "I
hope you accept this invitation to a Christmas celebration. Enclosed
you will find two tickets to tonight's performance of 'A Christmas
Carol' and a small token of appreciation for your loving care of
Joel." The tickets and a $100 gift certificate slipped into her
hand.
The
note continued, "Christmas is a time of hope and gratitude. In
hopes of a prosperous New Year for you, and in gratitude to loving
mothers like you, I wish you a Merry Christmas. Remember, you are
never alone in this world because where love lives, friends always
follow, seen or unseen. Sincerely, The Spirit of St.
Nicholas."
"What's
wrong, mom?"
"Nothing,
honey," she whispered through tears, hugging her son. "Let’s
go Christmas shopping, my little Scrooge!"
The
mother and son felt special that magical night and for many days and
nights that followed. The excitement of the performance and the
touching story of the play stayed with Joel and his mother for a long
time.
It
took longer than planned for them to get their own home, but by the
following summer they began what was to be many years of stable and
prosperous living. Forevermore, Christmas became their favorite time
of year.
