Monday, December 11, 2017

Story Of The Geese

There was once a man who didn't believe in the incarnation of Christ or the spiritual meaning of Christmas, and was skeptical about God. He and his family lived in a farm community. His wife was a devout believer and diligently raised her children in her faith. He sometimes gave her a hard time about her faith and mocked her religious observance of Christmas. "Ifs all nonsense - why would God lower himself and become a human like us? Ifs such a ridiculous story I" he said.

One snowy day, she and the children left for church while he stayed home. After they had left, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening.

Then he heard a loud thump, something hitting against the window. And another thump. He looked outside but couldn't see. So he ventured outside to see. In the field near his house he saw, of all the strangest things, a flock of geese! They were apparently flying to look for a warmer area down south, but had been caught in the snow storm. The storm had become too blinding and violent for the geese to fly or see their way. They were stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter, unable to do more than flutter their wings and fly in aimless circles.

He had compassion for them and wanted to help them. He thought to himself, ''The barn would be a great place for them to stay! Ifs warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm." So he opened the barn doors for them. He waited, watching them, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But they didn't notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them. He moved closer toward them to get their attention, but they just moved away from him out of fear. He went into the house and came back out with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread trail to the barn. They still didn't catch on.

Starting to get frustrated, he went over and tried to shoo them toward the barn. They panicked and scattered into every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where there was warmth, safety and shelter.
Feeling totally frustrated, he exclaimed, "Why don't they follow me? Can't they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm? How can I possibly get them into the one place to save them?" He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn't follow a human.
He said to himself, "How can I possibly save them? The only way would be for me to become like those geese. If only I could become like one of them! Then I could save them! They would follow me and I would lead them to safety."
At that moment, he stopped and considered what he had said. The words reverberated in his mind: "If only I could become like one of them- then I could save them." And then, at last, he understood God's heart towards mankind, and he fell on his knees in the snow and worshipped Him.



Sunday, December 10, 2017

A Christmas Letter


Dear Children,
It has come to my attention that some of you are upset that slowly but surely, people are taking My Name out of the season.
How I personally feel about this celebration of My birthday can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own.  If you want to celebrate My birth this Christmas, the best gift for me will be that you all get along with each other.
Now, having said that, let Me go on.  If it concerns you that many of the towns in the country where you live don’t allow the display of scenes depicting My birth in public places, then just display a Nativity scene in your window.   If all My followers did that there would be many of them all around town.
At the same time, please understand that I didn’t actually ask anyone, anywhere, at any time to make a point of celebrating my birth.   So I don’t mind if the nativity scenes don’t make it out at all.  I'd prefer you all to remember who I AM and the reason why I was born.
I would stop worrying about the fact that some people in some places are calling the tree a ‘holiday tree’, instead of a Christmas tree.  It was me who made all trees.  You can remember Me anytime you see any tree.  You could decorate a grape vine if you prefer - I actually spoke of that in a bible teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and the fruit that could be displayed on the vine to show you’re My disciples.  (John 15: 1 – 8.)
If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list:
1.  Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, visit someone in a nursing home or hospital.  You don’t have to know them personally.  They just need to know that someone cares.
2.  Instead of giving your children more presents than you can really afford, spend more time with them.  Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you all down here.  Hold them in your arms and love them.  Then remind them that I love them too.
3. Pick someone who has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her. 
4.  Did you know that someone in your area may consider attempting to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless?  Since you don’t know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
5.  Instead of worrying about what the retailers in the shopping centres call the season, be patient with the people who work there.   Give them a warm smile and a kind word.  Even if they may not be allowed to wish you a “Merry Christmas”, that doesn’t keep you from wishing them one.
6.  If you really want to make a difference, support one of My missionaries – one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard of Me.
7.  Here’s a good one.  There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no “Christmas” tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive.  If you don’t know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them via an organization that will make the delivery for you.
8.  Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then make sure you live out your life like a Christian.   Don’t do things in secret that you wouldn’t do in My presence.  Let people know by your actions that you are one of Mine.

Don’t forget - I am God and can take care of Myself.  Just love Me and do the things I have told you to do in the Bible.  I’ll take care of all the rest.  Check out the list above and take action.  I’ll help you, but the ball is now in your court.
And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love; and always remember....

I LOVE YOU – Jesus.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Santa's Prayer


My dear precious Jesus, I did not mean to take your place,

I only bring toys and things and you bring love and grace.
People give me lists of wishes and hope that they came true;
But you hear prayers of the heart and promise your will to do.
Children try to be good and not to cry when I am coming to town;
But you love them unconditionally and that love will abound.
I leave only a bag of toys and temporary joy for a season;
But you leave a heart of love, full of purpose and reasons.
I have a lot of believers and what one might call fame;
But I never healed the blind or tried to help the lame.
I have rosy cheeks and a voice full of laughter;
But no nail—scarred hands or a promise of the hereafter.
You may find several of me in town or at a mall;
But there is only one omnipotent you, to answer a sinner’s call.
And so, my dear precious Jesus, I kneel here to pray;
To worship and adore you on this, your holy birthday.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

T'was The Night Before Christmas

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM ID JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDNT HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP,

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.
 

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

No Christmas This Year

We won't have a Christmas this year, you say
For now the children have all gone away;
And the house is so lonely, so quiet and so bare
We couldn’t have a Christmas that they didn’t share.

We won’t have a Christmas this year, you sigh,
For Christmas means things that money must buy.
Misfortunes and illness have robbed us we fear
Of the things that we’d need to make Christmas this year.

We won't have a Christmas this year you weep,
For a loved one is gone, and our grief is too deep;
It will be a long time before our harts heal,
And the spirit of Christmas again we can feel.

But if you lose Christmas when troubles befall,
Your never have really had Christmas at all.
For once you have had it, it cannot depart
When you learn that true Christmas is Christ in you heart.