December 1, 2018


Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance–a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.  Augusta E. Randel

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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 Jesus Christ with you.

“Our world is full of unrest... people strike out in anger and rage, hatred seems everywhere. It’s “us” whoever “us” is, versus “them.”  Each letter this year will include ideas to help us serve each other, to help move past the “usses” and “thems”.  We must not let the influence of evil overpower the influence of good. Eleanor Roosevelt said, “It isn’t enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn’t enough to believe in it. One must work at it.  Do those words sound  familiar?  I wrote them several years ago” --

It was 2001 to be exact, then I repeated them last year, and find them even more appropriate now.   This past year, we have experienced acts of violence and terrorism against innocents, as well as devastating hurricanes, floods, earthquakes and fires.  We need the peace only Our Savior can bring.  We need love this Christmas.  Mahatma Ghandi told us to be the change we want to see in this world.   Let us begin changing our world with acts of service and kindness.  The National Random Act Of Kindness Day is celebrated on Feb 17 in the US.  This year we, the readers of this blog,  are going to have a National Month of Kindness in December.  There will be Random Act of Kindness suggestions daily.  They are simple easy things, use them, or come up with your own.  Hopefully the more we do, the more positive our surroundings will be, and the more those around us will reach out and touch others. Positivity is contagious!  The gift of peace will enter our lives (and the lives of those around us) as we follow the Master.  

Throughout the month of December, I will be sending easy recipes, and decorating and craft ideas.  Many of these will be linked directly to pinterest, or other similar sites.  With very few exceptions, they are all projects which children can help make.  There will be stories, poems, scriptures and thoughts about Christmas.  This year’s music (found on youtube) represents my favorites from the past 20 years (Can you believe that I’ve been doing this that long?)  There are a few from years long past, so the style of music is a different.  There are  wonderful videos with some of them and they will be marked as video.  Others will be marked as audio recordings or lyric recordings (which have the words included with the video.)  Happy December, my friends ~~ Marilee

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The Touch of The Master's Hand 
by Myra Brooks Welch
extracted from https://allpoetry.com/The-Touch-of-the-Master's-Hand

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
      Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
      But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
    "Who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?
      Two dollars, and who'll make it three?"

"Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
      Going for three…" But no,
From the room, far back, a grey-haired man
      Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
      And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
      As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
      With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?"
      And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
      Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice,
    And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
    "We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
    "The touch of the Master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
      And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
      Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
    A game — and he travels on.
He is "going" once, and "going" twice,
    He's "going" and almost "gone."
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
    Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
    By the touch of the Master's hand.


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Random Act of Kindness (hereafter abbreviated as RAOK):  Smile at someone you see on the street or in store.  It’s a simple thing to do, but for someone in need, it can make their day.

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Craft Idea:
Mason Jar Christmas Tree
https://www.countryliving.com/diy-crafts/tips/g2132/mason-jar-christmas-crafts/?slide=4

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Matthew 6:11  Give us this day our daily bread.

This December, I want to bake more bread.  I love the smell of baking bread--the way it fills every corner of the house.  I love that moment when you take that crusty, golden loaf from the oven, cool it a little and then gently tip it out of the pan.  I slather the loaf with melted butter, then it’s  “Oh, what a feast!".  Bread is something to savor and share.  Fresh bread never lasts long in our house, even with the kids gone. We gobble it up.

I imagine that Mary made bread, and that Jesus grew up loving it, the same way that my children did.  Bread was very important to him.  He referenced it often.  John 6:51  I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.  In the Lord’s prayer, we read “Give us this day our daily bread.” John 6:35 reads, “And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.” And in Matthew 26:26 we read ¶ And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body.  

Bread is the symbol, not just of life, but of eternal life.

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When Joseph Went To Bethlehem
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QW0nNB5Px8&list=RD7QW0nNB5Px8&start_radio=1

When Joseph went to Bethlehem
I think he took great care
To place his tools and close his shop
And leave no shavings there.
He urged the donkey forward,
Then, with Mary on its back,
And carried bread and goat cheese
In a little linen sack.

I think there at the busy inn
That he was meek and mild
And awed to be the guardian
Of Mary's sacred Child.
Perhaps all through the chilly hours
He smoothed the swaddling bands,
And Jesus felt the quiet strength of
Joseph's gentle hands.

And close beside the manger bed
He dimmed the lantern's light,
And held the little Jesus close upon
That holy night.

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Easy Artesan Bread Recipe
1 T active dry yeast
1 T sugar
1 T salt (I actually cut the salt back by about half)
2 c warm water 
5 1/2 to 6 cups All-Purpose Flour
cornmeal or flour for dusting cookie sheet
boiling water
I have a Kitchen Aid mixer which I make the dough in, but am including instructions for those who make it by hand.
In a large bowl mix together the yeast, sugar, salt and water. Let this stand until the yeast is dissolved. Gradually add the flour, one cup at a time to the liquid and mix thoroughly until the dough pulls away from the sides of the bowl. Turn the dough out onto a floured surface to knead.
Knead the bread for 5 minutes sprinkling only enough flour to prevent sticking.  Let the dough rest for a few minutes, then knead it for 3 - 5 minutes more. Place the bread in a well greased bowl and turn it over once to grease the top.  Cover with a damp towel and keep warm until the bread doubles in bulk ( about 1 ½ to 2 hours)  
Return the dough to the bowl and turn it over once to grease the top. Cover bowl with a damp towel and keep warm until the dough doubles in bulk, about 1 to 2 hours.
Punch down the dough and briefly knead out any air bubbles. Cut the dough in half and shape 2 round or oval loaves.  Place the loaves on a cookie sheet generously sprinkled with cornmeal. Let the loaves rest for 5 minutes. Lightly slash the tops of the loaves 3 or more times diagonally and brush with cold water.  Slide loaves onto baking stone in a cold oven. Bake at 400°F for 35 to 45 minutes, until the loaves are golden brown and sounds hollow when tapped.  Bake to internal temperature of 190 degrees.
I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things.  It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness.  Carrie Fisher

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Luke 2:6-7, 57
6 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
52 And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.

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Do You Have Room?
Written by
sung by April Meservy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jR7lo9ycKBA

They journeyed far, a weary pair,
They sought for shelter from the cold night air.
Some place where she could lay her head,
Where she could give her Babe a quiet bed.
Was there no room?  No corner there?
In all the town a spot someone could share?
Was there no soul come to their aid?
A stable bare was where the family stayed.

Do you have room for the Savior?
And do you seek Him anew?
Have you a place for the one who lived and died for you?
Are you as humble as a shepherd boy,
Or as wise as men of old?
Would you have come that night?
Would you have sought the light?
Do you have room?

A star arose, a wondrous light
A sign from God this was the Holy Night
And yet so few would go to see
The babe who came to rescue you and me.
This child divine is now a King
The gift of life to all the world He brings
And all mankind, He saves from doom
but on that night for Him there was no room

Do you have room for the Savior?
And do you seek Him anew?
Have you a place for the one who lived and died for you?
Are you as humble as a shepherd bo,
Or as wise as men of old?
Would you have come that night?
Would you have sought the light?
Do you have room?

Will you come tonight?
Will you seek the light?
Do you have room?

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“Another year is over, thank you for allowing me to share with you my love of and faith in Jesus Christ.”  For 21 years I have had the privilege of sharing these messages.  I apologize for the computer problems which prevented me from completing the series.  Today’s message will inclue both a poem (from yesterday) and a story of service.  Additional items will be posted to my blog. 
One final thought, “When I consider thy heavens, the work of the fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou has ordained; “what is man that though art mindful of him?” (Psalms 8:3-4 ) who am I that thou art mindful of me?  As Christmas approaches, each of us should open our hearts to receive once again a witness that Christ was born as the Savior of the world, that He lives, and that because of Him, we will live again.  We should determine in our hearts and minds to listen to the message of the angels, to walk with the shepherds and to join the wise men and seek our Lord.  Remember, “feed my sheep, feed my sheep, feed my sheep ~~ Marilee


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SANTA'S PRAYER
Author Unknown

He knelt beside the manger bed,
A tear was in his eye.
His jolly laugh and manner gone,
As he heard the baby sigh.

Sweet sleeping child, I never meant
To push aside your birth,
To lose you in the tinsel,
Or trade gifts for things of worth.

It seems that long forgotten
Is the star o'er Bethlehem,
Angels voices, shepherds watching,
Cattle lowing, and a lamb.

Unremembered is the rag-wrapped baby,
Born to be a King,
Amid the gifts and stockings
That Santa Claus will bring.

I only meant to spread some hope
To all the sons of earth.
And share the joy in giving
Like the wise men at your birth.

I wanted just to see some peace
In a world so torn with strife.
I only brought presents and candy,
You gave them eternal life.

Still kneeling there with a tear stained face,
He saw the eyelid lift.
'Twas almost as if he heard these words,
'Dear Santa, I accept your gift.

It was with love and selflessness,
You acted on your plan.
And with every gift, a part of me
Was delivered to the hearts of man.

I may be right now overlooked
By those who are lost or weak
But I'm still here for each of them,
They only have to seek.

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Just Detours
A. Brian Fielder
https://www.inspirationalstories.com/3/340.html

I have a little story I thought I would share with all of you. I recently relocated, bought a house and moved in the first weekend of July.
Since I have been in my new neighborhood, I have had the pleasure of meeting a few of my neighbors who seem to be extremely nice people. For Christmas, I thought I would do something nice for each of the neighbors that I know. I sat down and counted. There were nine neighbors whom I knew by name or spoke with often when I was out in my yard. I also knew which houses they lived in.
I decided to add one more person to my list for a total of ten. This lady that I decided to add lives down the street from me. I meet her every morning walking to work as I drive down the street. She always manages a contagious smile and a hearty wave. I had no idea what her name was and not even sure which house she lived in.
My gift idea was to make small fruit baskets and leave them on each of my neighbor's front porches or door steps the night of Christmas Eve for them to find, either that night or the next morning. I signed the cards: "Happy Holidays from 5104 Northumberland Road."
I saved the friendly lady for last, since I was still not exactly sure where she lived. I finally decided upon a house down about where I met her each morning and felt relatively sure that it was hers.
My neighbors really appreciated the baskets and would tell me as they saw me in the yard or they would call, and a couple even came by to thank me.
This morning on my way to work, I placed my mail in the mailbox and noticed a small note inside. It was addressed simply -- Resident, 5104 Northumberland Road.
I opened the envelope and took out a Thank You card. I opened the card and read the message which really caught me by surprise.
The card said. "Thank you for the lovely fruit basket you left on the porch of Richard Kelly. It was very thoughtful. Richard Kelly passed away on January 19, 1999. He never stopped talking about how nice it was that someone remembered him in his time of illness. He really appreciated it."
I was sincerely stunned. I had no idea who Richard Kelly was or that he had been gravely ill. I had left that nice lady's basket on Mr. Kelly's porch by accident. I wanted to say by mistake, but that would be wrong. I believe that Richard Kelly was meant to have that basket and the Lord knew that he only had less than a month to live. I hate that the nice lady did not get to receive a fruit basket from me this Christmas, but I believe that if she knew what happened, she would have had outcome no other way.
I feel blessed to have helped Richard Kelly's last days be more cheerful. This just further reinforces my belief that there are never any mistakes in life -- just detours, shortcuts, and small excursions along the way.
Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world, stroonger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death, and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem 1900 years ago is the image and brightness of Eternal Love?  Then you can keep Christmas.  And if you keep it for a day, why not always?  Henry Van Dyke (1852 - 1933)

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1 John 4:19 We love him, because he first loved us.


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The Quiet Of Christmas Morning (Bach 147 - composed by Johann Sebastian Bach)
Performed by Moody Blues (inspired by Bach)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6f10H6dUe4k
video with still pictures of animals

In the quiet of Christmas morning
In the peace of Christmas dawn
The child that is the future
Will see the earth reborn
When we take our Christmas journey
In the steps that went before
With hands across the water
In the peace forever more
In the quiet of Christmas morning
In the peace of Christmas dawn
The child that is the future
Will see the earth reborn

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Easy Fudge Sauce
1 cup heavy cream
2 tablespoons light corn syrup
12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
2 teaspoons vanilla
In a medium saucepan, combine the cream and corn syrup; bring to a boil.  Remove from heat and whisk in the chocolate until melted and smooth. Stir in the vanilla. Let cool.  Refrigerate in an airtight container for up to 1 month.  Can be given as a gift along with carton of ice cream, or by itself.


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My Christmas Miracle
For many of us, one Christmas stands out from all the others, the one when the meaning of the day shone clearest.
Although I did not guess it, my own truest Christmas began on a rainy spring day in the bleakest year of my life. Recently divorced, I was in my 20's, had no job, and was on my way downtown to go the rounds of the employment offices. I had no umbrella, for my old one had fallen apart, and I could not afford another one. I sat down in the streetcar, and there against the seat was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle inlaid with gold and flecks of bright enamel. I had never seen anything so lovely.
I examined the handle and saw a name engraved among the golden scrolls. The usual procedure would have been to turn in the umbrella to the conductor, but on impulse I decided to take it with me and find the owner myself. I got off the streetcar in a downpour and thankfully opened the umbrella to protect myself. Then I searched a telephone book for the name on the umbrella and found it. I called, and a lady answered.
Yes, she said in surprise, that was her umbrella which her parents, now dead, had given her for a birthday present. But, she added, it had been stolen from her locker at school (she was a teacher) more than a year before. She was so excited that I forgot I was looking for a job and went directly to her small house. She took the umbrella, and her eyes filled with tears.
The teacher wanted to give me a reward, but -- though $20 was all I had in the world - - her happiness at retrieving this special possession was such that to have accepted money would have spoiled something. We talked for a while, and I must have given her my address. I don't remember.
The next six months were wretched. I was able to obtain only temporary employment here and there, for a small salary, though this was what they now call the Roaring Twenties. But I put aside 25 or 50 cents when I could afford it for my little girls Christmas presents. (It took me six months to save $8.) My last job ended the day before Christmas, my $30 rent was soon due, and I had $15 to my name -- which Peggy and I would need for food. She was home from her convent boarding school and was excitedly looking forward to her gifts the next day, which I had already purchased. I had bought her a small tree, and we were going to decorate it that night.
The stormy air was full of the sound of Christmas merriment as I walked from the streetcar to my small apartment. Bells rang and children shouted in the bitter dusk of the evening, and windows were lighted and everyone was running and laughing. But there would be no Christmas for me, I knew, no gifts, no remembrance whatsoever. As I struggled through the snowdrifts, I just about reached the lowest point in my life. Unless a miracle happened I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness, this harsh air, this abandonment. God and men had completely forgotten me. I felt old as death, and as lonely. What was to become of us?
I looked in my mailbox. There were only bills in it, a sheaf of them, and two white envelopes which I was sure contained more bills. I went up three dusty flights of stairs, and I cried, shivering in my thin coat. But I made myself smile so I could greet my little daughter with a pretense of happiness. She opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms, screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.
Peggy was not yet six years old, and had been alone all day while I worked. She had set our kitchen table for our evening meal, proudly, and put pans out and the three cans of food which would be our dinner. For some reason, when I looked at those pans and cans, I felt broken-hearted. We would have only hamburgers for our Christmas dinner tomorrow, and gelatin. I stood in the cold little kitchen, and misery overwhelmed me. For the first time in my life, I doubted the existence of God and His mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice.
The doorbell rang, and Peggy ran fleetly to answer it, calling that it must be Santa Claus. Then I heard a man talking heartily to her and went to the door. He was a delivery man, and his arms were full of big parcels, and he was laughing at my child's frenzied joy and her dancing. This is a mistake, I said, but he read the name on the parcels, and they were for me. When he had gone I could only stare at the boxes. Peggy and I sat on the floor and opened them. A huge doll, three times the size of the one I had bought for her. Gloves. Candy. A beautiful leather purse. Incredible! I looked for the name of the sender. It was the teacher, the address simply California, where she had moved.
Our dinner that night was the most delicious I had ever eaten. I could only pray to myself, Thank You, Father. I forgot I had no money for the rent and only $15 in my purse and no job. My child and I ate and laughed together in happiness. Then we decorated the little tree and marveled at it. I put Peggy to bed and set up her gifts around the tree, and a sweet peace flooded me like a benediction. I had some hope again. I could even examine the sheaf of bills without cringing. Then I opened the two white envelopes. One contained a check for $30 from a company I had worked for briefly in the summer. It was, said a note, my Christmas bonus. My rent!
The other envelope was an offer of a permanent position with the government -- to begin in two days after Christmas. I sat with the letter in my hand and the check on the table before me, and I think that was the most joyful moment of my life up to that time.
The church bells began to ring. I hurriedly looked at my child, who was sleeping blissfully, and ran down to the street. Everywhere people were walking to church to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. People smiled at me and I smiled back. The storm had stopped, the sky was pure and glittering with stars.
The Lord is born! Sang the bells to the crystal night and the laughing darkness. Someone began to sing, Come, all ye faithful!
I joined in and sang with the strangers all about me.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all.
And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

Janet Miriam Holland Taylor Caldwell (September 7, 1900 - August 30, 1985) was a prolific American author

This is Christmas: not the tinsel, not the giving and receiving, not even the carols, but the humble heart that receives anew the wondrous gift, the Christ.  Frank McKibben

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Matt 25:40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

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When I think upon Christmas
Hillsong
Hillsong is “a youth ministry by name, but by identity we are a people who have found hope, salvation, joy, forgiveness and a future in Jesus Christ. Our songs are the overflow of our hearts and a reflection of life in Jesus.”






When I think upon Christmas words can’t express
How our Father in Heaven has sent us His best
To be born in a manger the King in the hay
And creation will worship His name
For the joy of the world He was born
Bringing peace to us all through the gift of the son
Now the darkest of ages are done for the Savior of heaven has come
When I think upon Jesus, the king of all days
I can’t help but respond with an offering of praise
Like the wise men and shepherds I’ll follow your light
Like the angels I’ll lift Your Name high
For the joy of the world you were born
Bringing peace to us all through the gift of your love
Now the darkest of ages are done For the Savior of heaven has come
For the joy of the world You were born
Bringing peace to us all through the gift of your love
Now the darkest of ages are done for the Savior of heaven has come
Now I look back in reverence to that holy night
for the God of the heavens had us on his mind
Let us sing of His glory, rejoice in His Name
Oh Emmanuel with us always and forever His kingdom will reign

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COBBLER MIX
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 cup sugar
1 tsp. powdered vanilla
1 tsp. cinnamon
Combine and blend the ingredients in a small bowl. Store in an airtight container.
ATTACH THIS TO THE JAR:
"Berry Cobbler"
4 cups fresh berries (blueberries, raspberries or boysenberries)
1/4 cup orange juice
1/4 cup sugar
1 jar Cobbler Mix
1 cup unsalted butter, melted
1 egg
Preheat oven to 375°. In a large bowl mix together 4 cups of assorted fresh berries with 1/4 cup each lemon juice and sugar. Pour this mixture into a 13X9 inch baking dish. In a separate bowl combine Cobbler mix with 1 cup of melted sweet butter, and 1 egg. Mix until everything sticks together. Drop by spoonfuls over the top of the berry mixture. Bake for 35-45 minutes. Allow to cool for 15 minutes before serving. Serves 8-10.
Source: Cindi Madascy Jar Mix Recipes

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Jews, living at the time of Christ, were instructed to give of their wealth to support the poor and needy.  One day Jesus walked to the temple and sat nearby, watching people make their donations in the coffers of the temple.  Many wealthy people dressed in their finest clothes came and put in a lot of money.  Some did it gladly, others complained.  A poor widow came and put in 2 mites.  Jesus called to His disciples and told them that she had given more than anyone.  She had put in everything.  We have 2 short stories today which are both about gifts of service.  The first is not a Christmas story.  It is the story of a little girl named Hattie, who gave her all.  The second is a story of service by 3 trees to a small bird.  As we serve others, let us remember that what is important is the love in our hearts. ~~ Marilee

One Sunday morning, the pastor of a church went outside to find a group of children who were unable to get in to go to Sunday School because the building was too crowded. One of those children was a six year-old named Hattie. When the pastor saw her, he lifted her up in his arms, put her up on his shoulder, and carried her into the church where he found a place for her to sit in the Sunday School class.
The next morning as he walked to church, the pastor saw Hattie again and stopped to talk to her. He told her that he hoped that some day the church would be able to build a building that was large enough so that there would be room for all the children who wanted to attend.
Two years later, little Hattie died and the pastor was asked to preach the funeral service. After the service, Hattie's mother handed the pastor a small purse containing fifty-seven cents. She told him that Hattie had been saving her pennies to help the church build a new Sunday School building. The pastor took the fifty-seven cents back to his church and told the people about the little girl who had been saving her pennies to help them build a new Sunday School building. The people were so inspired by Hattie's gift, that they gave faithfully until they built a wonderful new building with plenty of room for all of the children who wanted to attend.
I am sure that Jesus would say that Hattie gave more than anyone to build this great church. She gave all that she had.
Note: The story of Hattie Wiatt is taken from on a sermon by Russell H. Conwell delivered December 1, 1912.  The sermon is found on the Temple University site.

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The Legend of The Evergreen Trees
One winter, when the birds were all leaving for southern lands and warmer areas, a little bird broke its wing on the way and was left behind. Soon frost and snow covered the forest and she was cold and hungry. So she asked the trees to help her and let her stay in their branches. However, the trees were not always kind. The birch tree was proud of being beautiful and haughtily replied to the bird's pleas by saying that he could not possibly help him because he had to look after the birds of the forest first. The strong oak tree was reluctant because it was afraid that the bird would have to live there till spring time and would eat up some of its acorns. Even the willow tree that seemed to be gentle otherwise refused to help or even talk to the stranger.
The poor bird was in much distress and tried to fly some more but her wing was still not fit for the purpose. Seeing her struggling like this, the spruce tree asked her why she seemed so downcast. When the bird revealed her miseries, it offered her the thickest, softest and warmest branch to stay on. The bird was really glad to find some help. Inspired by the kindness of the spruce tree, the big and strong pine tree also volunteered to protect the spruce tree and the bird from the North Wind all through the winter. The little juniper tree also piped in to offer its berries to the bird to quench her hunger. So, the bird lived comfortably there and flew away in the springtime, when its wing healed.
The Frost King, who kept close note of the behavior of all trees, strictly instructed the North Wind not to touch even a single leaf of the kind spruce, pine and juniper trees; while he was free to play havoc with the leaves of other trees. The North Wind especially enjoyed plucking the shining, green leaves of the willow, oak and birch trees and leaving them bare for the winter, with nothing to protect them from snow, rain and sleet.
It is for this kindness that the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are always green.  They are known as evergreen trees.

"The true sprit of Christmas is love." -- Linda Willis

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John 15:9 As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.

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Greensleeves - What Child Is This
The Gothard Sisters
This is a beautiful instrumental version of Greensleeves, along with a joyous performance video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0tn-VdgU_k


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I want my family to understand the joy serving others brings both to the giver and the recipient at Christmas time.  Some things are really big and obvious like donating to Toys For Tots, or Christmas caroling at Nursing Homes.  They need to experience the joy which comes from the little things they do.  I was at the store today and there was a little old lady (who wasn’t me) heading for the door carrying a heavy bag of groceries.  One young man, who appeared to be a teenager, walked up to her and asked to carry her bag.  The other young joined him and together they walked her to her car steadying her against the wind.  Then they looked around the parking lot, and gathered up the shopping carts and put them in the stall.  What a thoughtful thing to do.  I went about my shopping and saw them back in the store getting things down from the shelves for short people; lifting items up and into the carts from the bottom shelves for people with bad knees.  With each act of service they did, their smiles grew bigger.  What fine young men.  As far as I could tell, they did it just because.  I’m a people watcher.  It fills my heart with joy to see good deeds done.  Encourage your children to look for things which will only take a few seconds to do, but will lift the hearts of those around them.  Today’s story is one of service~~ Marilee

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Brownies In A Jar

This mix is the first step to a batch of the best fudge brownies you've ever sampled. No chocolate lover will be able to resist them.
Source: Better Homes and Gardens


1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1-1/2 cups sugar
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate pieces
1 cup all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup white baking pieces

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1/2 cup butter, melted and cooled
2 slightly beaten eggs

1. Layer in a 1-quart glass jar or canister the following ingredients: cocoa powder, sugar, chocolate pieces, flour, baking powder, salt, walnuts, and white baking pieces. Tap jar gently on the counter to settle each layer before adding the next. Cover jar and store at room temperature up to one month. Or, attach baking directions and give as a gift.
2. Baking directions: Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour an 8x8x2-inch baking pan. Combine butter and eggs in a large bowl. Stir in jar contents. Spread into prepared pan. Bake for 35 minutes or until edges begin to pull away from pan. Cool in pan on a wire rack. Cut into bars. Makes 16.

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A WEST SIDE CHRISTMAS STORY

~by Pat Sullivan

My husband, Chuck, and my sister, Lee, are partners in a heating company in Chicago.  Lee is the buyer, hirer, firer, phone answerer, typist, bookkeeper, and office girl.  She will bring hot soup and sandwiches to a crew in an icy basement at three o'clock in the morning, but she is Hard-Hearted Hannah when it comes to spending company money.
When she says "No" to an expense account item, or something she thinks is a luxury, her eyes shoot fire ... and Chuck, who is usually a very verbal man, starts to tiptoe around her desk.
One day about a week before Christmas, all the phones in the office seemed to start ringing at once.  There were more broken boilers, burned-out fire-pots, and stuck stack switches than there had ever been before, and the men were working around the clock.  I went into the office to help out on the phones, and it was all I could do just to write down the names and addresses of the people without heat.  Worst of all, it seemed that everyone who called either had a new baby, an old grandmother, or had just gotten out of the hospital themselves.
One woman called in tears.  She lived in a section of Chicago where rioting, looting, and burning had taken place a few months earlier.  She had been phoning for several hours, one heating company after another, trying in vain to get a serviceman to work in a black neighborhood.  I took the order and promised that a man would be there within the hour.  Then she asked if she could pay a little money each week for the service call, and I looked at Lee and repeated the question.  She nodded, "Okay," and when I told the customer, Mrs. Jenkins, not to worry, she said, "God bless you, miss," and hung up.
Lee turned the call over to Chuck, as all the other men were out.  "Bump that other call I gave you; they only have a noisy burner.  This one is a no-heat. Better get right on it."  Chuck left and was gone for several hours.
When he came back, he told Lee, "Forget the billing on that one."
She looked at him, "Since when are we in the charity business?"
Then Chuck told us that Mrs. Jenkins was a widow with seven little children.  Her house was clean and bare with very few furnishings.  The children were thin and hungry-eyed, wearing worn and much patched clothes.  After Chuck had gotten the heat going, one of the smaller boys had shyly come over to watch him pick up his tools, and Chuck patted him on the head and asked, "What did you tell Santa Claus you wanted for Christmas?"
The child looked him right in the eye and answered, "Ain't no more Santa Claus.  Mama say he die, no use to ask him for any toys, cause he is dead, and we ain't gonna get nothing anyways.
Lee never said a word, but brusquely handed Chuck another call and told him to get going.  We worked, all three of us, most of the night.  The next morning Lee called in to tell us that she hadn't heard the alarm and would be in late.  Chuck seemed strangely happy to hear this and asked one of the men to watch the phones for a while, then hustled me into my coat.  "Can't spend a dime with that woman looking over my shoulder," he grumbled.
When we pulled up in front of a large toy store, I knew what he was up to.  He hummed and whistled while he loaded the shopping cart with dolls, games, trucks, and space ships.  Then we headed to the candy store for filled stockings, striped red-and-white peppermint canes, and sugar figures of pigs, soldiers, and ballerinas.  We drove through thick snowflakes, bumper to bumper, all the way to the West Side, unloaded the piles of presents and rang Mrs. Jenkins' doorbell.
In we trotted, behind the whooping children, to find a red-cheeked Lee pinning a Christmas Star of Bethlehem on the top of a fragrant pine tree.
Nearby was Mrs. Jenkins, smiling through her tears, as she carefully unpacked a Nativity scene and reverently placed the figures of the Holy Family in the middle of her dining-room table.
"Well, don't just stand there ... get busy!"  said Lee, handing a box of tinsel to my open-mouthed husband.  "What took you so long?"
To celebrate the heart of Christmas is to forget ourselves in the service of others.  Henry C. Link 

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1 John 4:16 And 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.

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COUNTRY SOUP
1/2 c. split green peas
1/2 c. barley
1/2 c. lentils
1/2 c. raw rice
2 tbsp. parsley
2 tbsp. onion flakes
2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. lemon pepper
2 tbsp. beef bouillon
1/4 c. alphabet noodles

Use dried ingredients and seasonings. Layer peas, barley, lentils, and rice in 1 quart jar. Layer the parsley, onion flakes, salt, lemon pepper and beef bouillon just around the edges. Put the alphabet noodles just around the edges. Fill the remaining part of the jar with twist macaroni. Give as a gift with instructions to add 3 quarts of water, 2 stalks of chopped celery, 2 slices carrots, 1 cup shredded cabbage, 2 cups of tomatoes and simmer until vegetables are tender. You can add a nice touch by placing a piece of fabric over the cover and securing it with a ribbon or yarn.

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I am almost to the point where I can think again.  I can’t type, but I CAN think (almost).  It is hard to believe that Christmas is less than a week away.  I did NOT write the following recipe for joy, but if you follow the instructions, you can serve it to others.  I kep saying this, but hopefully tomorrow things will be back to normal ~~ Marilee

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Recipe For Christmas Joy

1/2 cup Hugs
4 tsp. Kisses
4 Cups Love
1 Cup Special Holiday Cheer
1/2 Cup Peace On Earth 3 tsp. Christmas Spirits
2 Cups Goodwill Toward Man
1 Sping Of Mistletoe
1 Medium-Size Bag Of Christmas Snowflakes (The Regular Kind Won't Do !!

Mix hugs, kisses, smiles, and love until consistent. Blend in holiday cheer, peace on earth, Christmas spirits and good will toward men. Use the mixture to fill, warm heart, where it can be stored for a lifetime. (it never goes bad!) Serve as desired under mistletoe, sprinkle liberally with special Christmas snowflakes. It is especially good when accompanied by Christmas Carols and family get-togethers. Serve to one and all.

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Mary’s Dream
I had a dream, Joseph, I don't understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was all about. The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. They'd gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts. It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren't for our Son.
They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and stacked them under a tree. Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They'd decorated the tree also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on the top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh, it was beautiful.
Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited about the gifts. They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our Son. I don't think they even knew Him. They never mentioned His name. Doesn't it seem odd for people to go to all that trouble to celebrate someone's birthday if they don't know Him?
I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration He would have been intruding. Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so full of cheer, but it made me want to cry. How sad for Jesus -not to be wanted at His own birthday celebration.
I'm glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, if it had been real.

~ Another special Christmas Message from your friends at Bethany Farms Box 311, Carrllton, IL 62016 Copyright © 1986 Bethany Farms.

What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace." (Anges M. Pharo)

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Matthew 1:21   And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS:
for he shall save his people from their sins."

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When Love Crossed Over
words and music by Rita Baloche
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f0OxpjDCMQ


One glorious night when love crossed over
And cast aside both crown and throne
To live beside the common man
As was foretold.  The promised one.

And there he lay in humble straw
As angels sing goodwill to all
A gift from God to reconcile all men to Him
This perfect child.

Behold this day a Savior’s born
And in whose faith this world has longed
Conceived in faith, Received with love
Come kneel beside this child of God
Come kneel beside this child of God

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Easy Christmas Cookies

4 cups miniature marshmallows
1∕3 cup margarine
3 1∕2 cups crisp rice cereal
1 1∕3 cups candy covered plain chocolate candies (or peanut chocolate)
Melt together marshmallows and margarine in heavy saucepan over low heat, stirring occasionally until smooth.  Pour over combined cereal and candies; toss until lightly coated. Shape into 1 ½ inch balls.  Place on waxed paper.  Makes about 3 dozen.
http://www.geniuskitchen.com/recipe/easy-christmas-cookies-4127


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Dear friends, I am not feeling well, so will forego my commentary today.  Keep serving ~~ Marilee

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Manger Song (Modified)
Frederick M Lynk

Young mary the mother
gazed fondly at Him,
and softly touched
the manger’s rim

Joseph sat musing 
on a bundle of hay,
the shepherds played sweetly
a small harp lay.

The angels stood smiling
 in heaven’s joy,
and humbly adoring
the infant Christ boy.

The ox and the donkey 
forgot the fresh straw,
and knelt down in wonder 
at what they saw.

The walls were shining
like molten gold;
The winds sang gaily,
around the fold.

And gleaming silver 
strewed every star,
and sang a star greeting
from heaven afar

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Wonder
Nancy Buckley

There is faint music in the night,
And pale wings fanned by silver flight;
A frosty hill with tender glow
Of countless stars that shine on snow.

A shelter from the winter storm,
A straw-lined manger, safe and warm
And Mary crooning lullabies,
To hush her baby’s sleepy sighs.

Her eyes are rapt under His face,
Unheeded here are time and space;
Her heart filled with blinding joy
For God’s own son, her little Boy!

Extracted from loveliveson.com