I love the old movies about Christmas. You know the ones that make you feel all soft inside – cause you tear up or strike a familiar nerve. Movies like, “A Christmas Carol,” “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “White Christmas.” These movies are packed with family values, love for one another, charity, peace on earth and all the good things associated with Christmas. The strand that ties them all together is that life isn’t always perfect. Life for most people has its glitches and roadblocks.
To find the true miracles, we often have to dig deeper than the gifts of “The Christmas Story.” Ralphie’s dream of getting a Red Ryder B.B. gun, in spite of his mother’s objections, simply doesn’t result in the perfect, happy ending.
I think the true miracles of Christmas can be found in the simplest of things. Memories of those simple things are alive in my brain, more than any of the gifts I’ve ever received. I couldn’t tell you one special gift I asked for and got for Christmas, but I do remember the old scraggly tree we got at the last minutes in order to save money.
I recall my dad spending lots of extra hours working, so we could have special clothes to wear. I remember my mom spending hours curling my sister’s and my hair with rags. I think about the Christmases where homemade ornaments, knit scarves, mittens and doll clothes were all we had to give or receive. The smiles at receiving whatever was given always outweighed the gift itself. The time spent together is a miracle in itself.
When Christmas caroling one year, the little choir we were a part of was visiting an elderly man of ninety something. He didn’t answer his door, but peeked through the window as he heard the joyous voices. Almost like a little child, he pressed his nose against the pane and a small smile curled the edges of his mouth. He looked down to open the window slightly, so he could hear better. When his face reappeared, small tears had formed in the corners of his eyes. I considered that a wonderful miracle.
Sometimes we have to search hard for miracles. Maybe you’ve experienced the loss of a loved one this year. Perhaps you just lost your job and your debts far outweigh your assets. You might be struggling with addiction and feel there is no way out for you. There are many who are homeless, living under bridges with no warm blankets or clothes to push out the winter’s cold. How can there be even the tiniest miracle in any of that?
The most unlikely place for the King of Creation to make His human appearance, was in a lowly stable. Everything about that first Nativity of our Lord, was inconceivable – a virgin birth – born in Bethlehem as foretold by the prophets – true man yet true God- born to deliver the entire world from the chains of sin, guilt and death. None of it made sense, but these miraculous events were tucked away in Mary’s heart and undoubtedly remembered as they occurred.
There are times when we have to search hard for a miracle, but they do exist. I love those old movies, but I think Linus expressed it best. In “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” these were the words he recited:
“And there were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them! And they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, “Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings o great joy, which shall be to all my people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ, the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.” And suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God, and saying, “Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace, and good will toward men.”Luke 2:8-14
At the time I posted this picture we were about three months into the pandemic. I was in denial, hoping that this was all a figment of my imagination – that I’d wake up and it would be over. For a while there we had weekly updates from the Governor – statistics of the living and the dead. I was beginning to feel like a character in a Monty Python movie.
By that time in 2020 people were already finding creative ways to pass the time. They were getting to know their spouses and children again – in close quarters every day. Dirty laundry, sitting in a heap began to multiply and grow like the virus itself. Some folks wrote parodies that were quite funny and entertaining. Some posted silly COVID19 cartoons (including myself) to try and keep things in perspective. Some of us used the ‘time out’ to complete undone tasks while others slipped into their own little cocoon and felt good about not having contact with others.
I even toyed with the idea of deep cleaning my house. That lasted for about an hour. Instead I became a fan of old movies on TV. I spent a lot of time learning how to become a Zoomer instead of a Boomer. The Technology I had been avoiding for so long was now a part of my life.
I started thinking about silly things, like how many empty coffee cans we were saving and why – how many plastic bags could you get into another plastic bag before throwing the whole lot away. I spent a lot of time sitting down during my waking hours. Everything I eat has gone to my hips and I’ve discovered that cropping doesn’t work to eliminate the extra baggage.
Whenever there’s a new announcement about the state of the pandemic, we’re told to hang in there for another few weeks. Those few weeks turn into months and somehow we feel like a child asking his parent when they’re going to get there and the reply is, “Pretty soon.” I’ve actually read that someone is suggesting wearing a mask at home. Personally, I would be dead in an hour if that were the case.
Now a vaccine is in the works. I wonder if this is designed to get rid of us old fogies. It would eliminate the surplus population, as Ebenezer Scrooge once said. There’s not much we contribute to society anymore. I wonder if we’ll have a choice?
So today I’ll think about cleaning my refrigerator. I’ll consider dusting the furniture. Notice, I said I’d think about it. I may even be so bold as to go grocery shopping. I look forward to a weekly happy hour via the internet to visit with dear friends. This and shopping are the highlights of my current condition. But I will hang in there with the rest of the world. It won’t be long now. Or will it?
Prepare the way of the Lord; Make straight in the desert A highway for our God. Every valley shall be exalted And every mountain and hill brought low; The crooked places shall be made straight And the rough places smooth; The glory of the Lord shall be revealed, And all flesh shall see it together; For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.
As we say hello to the last month of this eventful year, all of us are quite eager to get it done with. The year 2020 will long be remembered as one to forget. For the first time in a hundred years, a worldwide pandemic swept across cities and country sides with rampant disregard for anyone in its path.
We were subjected to impeachment hearings, presidential campaigns ad nauseum, name calling, bullying and injustice. Our city streets exploded with protests and violence, unleashing more hatred and anger. Mandates came at us on a weekly basis – wear a mask, masks don’t help – every symptom meant you had COVID19 – death came to many too soon – schools were closed – small business and the entertainment industry were put on hold – economy would most likely tank – fear, anxiety, depression set in as families huddled together and got to know one another again.
So we have experienced just about every human emotion and we’ve gotten through another year. There is hope on the horizon with vaccines that will help eliminate the pandemic. There is optimism by some that our country is on a better path with the election of a new president. We look ahead with anticipation to the start of a new year and pray that the next one will be better.
During this month, we are also looking forward to the celebration of Christmas. We are on the cusp of a great adventure. The King of Kings is born in a dirty stable, surrounded by smelly animals. The promised Messiah came to fulfill the covenant made with man in the Garden of Eden. From the depths of poverty, in a land filled with anger, frustration, hopelessness, the Prince of Peace would emerge. His birth would lead to a ministry beyond compare, a horrible death and resurrection from that death.
As we make way for the Lord, let’s remember that He will come again in majestic glory. We can count on it!
This is the beginning of the holiday season. On December 10, the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah will start. The Christian season of Advent begins today. Both of these seasons involve light. The Menorah is lit, the Christmas lights decorate our trees and houses. It’s time to experience a special, wonderful time.
Hanukkah lasts for eight days and celebrates the re-dedication of the second temple in Jerusalem in 165 BC. Eight candles are lit to symbolize each of the eight days. Christians honor the birth of the light of the world, Jesus, His birth and the promise of the Messiah fulfilled.
When we enter this time of Christ’s birth and the wonder of the season, there is much that’s difficult to understand – angelic announcements to Mary and her betrothed husband, Joseph – a virgin birth – the King of Creation born into poverty in a lowly stable surrounded by animals – a chorus of angels singing praises to God for this amazing event as angels watched in amazement – God and man united and wrapped up in one tiny baby – a fulfillment of so many prophetic messages from the Old Testament, all pointing to the Savior of the world.
By today’s standards this is just a foolish story designed to give people hope in time of trouble. There is no truth – simply a fantasy created by men to lead the masses like sheep.
But it isn’t a fairy tale. It is truth that we can believe with the help of the Holy Spirit, who gives us faith. God created us. He loves us unconditionally, even though we don’t deserve His love. He took on human flesh to become one of us – to experience sadness, pain, anger, poverty and all that life throws at us, yet in all of it, He remained faithful to His heavenly Father. That doesn’t make sense either, does it? To top it off, he submitted to a torturous end, endured the scourge beyond the normal amount of lashes, suffered, was humiliated, spat upon and crucified. He died so that we don’t have to.
When we put reason in the equation, all of it sounds ridiculous. When we believe by faith that every word is true, we have come to understand the wonder of all of it. God’s love is immeasurable. He created a paradise for mankind and wants it for us again.
As we begin this season, let’s not forget who the light of the world truly is. He died, yet he rose from death. We will die too someday. When we place our trust in Him, our death will not be the end of the story, but the beginning of a new adventure. Let the light shine and never forget what that light represents.
Acting our age isn’t always possible when you enter your golden years. When you think about it, acting our age is really an impossible task at any age. When we’re born we come out kicking and screaming and when we die, we do much the same thing.
As we reach the end of our journey on this planet, it seems to get more and more difficult to get out of bed each day. With all the challenges facing everyone this year, it’s hard for any of us (no matter what our age) to roll out of the sheets and tackle a new day. Much of our ZIP has been sapped from us in the past ten months. The idea of retreating to peaceful sleep might seem like the only solution.
I’ve decided that aging doesn’t have to be an ending, but more like a fresh start. We may be coming close, but we aren’t dead yet. If we are really honest with ourselves, we might live another twenty or thirty years. I imagine I will resemble a prune if that’s the case. I’m half way there already.
I do believe that each day needs to begin with God time. Whether this be time in meditation or prayer – reflection on the important things in life – writing thoughts down in a journal, we need to meet with our Creator and set the plan for the day. More often than not we instead focus on how WE will tackle the events of every day living. Ending the day in thanksgiving for the blessings we’ve received will also give us time with God. Life in the middle should be the same.
We don’t have to go it alone. What a wonderful thought. Even though it seems that our struggles are insurmountable – our goals unattainable – our dreams unfulfilled, we have the assurance that we don’t have to face life on our own.
I’m beginning to realize I have a long way to go in accepting the fact that I’m old. I’ve been fighting it for some time. I’m not afraid of the aging process or the limitations it puts on me. It’s not because I’m totally vain and don’t want to see the effects aging has on my body. I know I will never be a size 2. I will never have unwrinkled skin. I will never be able to climb mountains or jump from an airplane and go free falling.
My issues come from the fact that I’m losing some of the simple abilities, like reaching a shelf that’s too high – fear of losing my balance and falling – not being able to do simple tasks which I never thought twice about before. I think men go through this as well, when they finally realize they can’t safely drive a car anymore. It’s like losing control of things that used to define us.
Yesterday was a good example of my frustration. Paul and I celebrated Thanksgiving by first attending church online. The message was inspiring and spoke of not trying to interfere in God’s plans. I was excited to have my husband home for this holiday for the first time in many years.
The day before, I made a cheesecake from scratch. Surprisingly the result was perfect. I followed the recipe to a Tee. All of the cold ingredients were set out to reach room temperature before I started. I fumbled as I cracked the eggs and had to scoop out some random shells. The sugar has been rarely used lately and was lumpy. There were little obstacles along the way – things that never would have caused me concern when I was 65. The cake turned out perfectly. I should’ve been proud of the result, but I wasn’t. I felt I was a failure because the task was such an ordeal for me.
Simple things like finding the right cake pan, having to get down on all fours to retrieve it from the far recesses of the cupboard and then getting back to an upright position, were challenges that never used to get in my way. As I prepared our Thanksgiving feast I had trouble reaching things from high shelves, keeping up with the dishes, making sure things would be just right. The meal turned out fine, but I was feeling sorry for myself for being so incapable.
I wondered how I ever put on a Thanksgiving feast for twelve or more people. I know it may sound silly, but one of the things that has brought me down during this “time out,” is discovering my limitations. And then I thought about that earlier sermon. Even in our aging, God is in control. He walks with us through every aspect of life. He’s there when our bodies start to fail. He holds us up when we have difficulty standing tall. He never leaves us, even in our golden years. From birth unto the grave, God is always there. Even after death, He has prepared a perfect place for us.
I was glad to have my husband with me too, encouraging me to ask him for help when I need it. I have a very stubborn streak and like to be independent, so those could be considered fighting words. He couldn’t understand why I felt incapable. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t understand. It was ridiculous. It should’ve been laughable, but I shed a few tears over it.
I have since decided to heed my husband’s offer to ask for assistance. I will eat a little more humble pie and less cheesecake from now on and start learning to accept this thing called aging with more grace. I know that this world is not my final home and that gives me peace.
When we have successes in life, it’s easy to pat ourselves on the back even though the good that has been done really had nothing to do with us. Our work here on earth is as much of a gift as our redemption. Whatever we do, should be to the glory of the One who made it possible.
Thank you, Lord, Jesus, for all you have done for us. May our gratitude be shown through our deeds and help us to remember that all good things come from you.Amen
1 Corinthians 10:31 “So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL MY FRIENDS. MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS YOU!
The image today shows the first Thanksgiving and the guests preparing to dig into a great feast from the bounty of their first year in the new world. The current trend is to think of these first pilgrims as invaders, with the idea of possessing land and savagely taking it away from those who were there first. It’s apparent that the newcomers were sitting down to eat and give thanks with their new friends, the natives.
As an old lady, I was taught that we are a nation of immigrants. An immigrant is one who is currently living under difficult pressure by his government, by church, by a feeling of persecution or hardship. Some other words for immigrant – expatriate, settler, evacuee, squatter and refugee. These immigrants endured a treacherous journey to escape the life they left behind to start afresh.
That journey across the ocean was bad enough, but when they arrived in the new land, they had nothing except a strong faith in God and a will to begin a new life. They weathered a difficult winter, disease, death and hardship.
We think about our own situations today – being held under mandates that forbid us to celebrate Thanksgiving as we once did. We live in fear of getting COVID19 and possibly dying from it. We stockpile what we can, so we aren’t left with enough of the essentials, like toilet paper. We hear about friends and acquaintances who are facing the consequences of this disease. We live in a divided country at the moment. Many of our freedoms may be taken away.
Perhaps we should ponder on how good we have it in comparison to our forefathers. We have become accustomed to having much. It is part of our society now to own more than one car, live in a nice house with beautifully landscaped yards, take expensive trips. Yet there is a part of our population that still lives in poverty.
Martin Rinkart ministered to the people of Eilenburg, Germany during the Thirty Years War. Not only was the town the site of many skirmishes, but many lives were lost due to disease and poverty – a common malady of that time. Rinkart officiated over 4000 funerals, including his wife’s, during this difficult time. He often buried as many as 50 in a day. Are we living in times like this?
It’s hard to imagine having such a strong faith in such great sadness, but in the next twenty years, Rinkart penned the lyrics to the hymn, “Now Thank We All Our God.” The words resonate with gratitude even in adverse situations.
God dishes out great bounty even when everything seems hopeless and bleak. We don’t always see the blessings, but God is good and His mercy endures forever – even when times are tough. Especially when things look their darkest.
Now thank we all our God with heart and hands and voices, who wondrous things has done, in whom his world rejoices; who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way with countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.
O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us, with ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us, to keep us in his grace, and guide us when perplexed, and free us from all ills of this world in the next.
All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given, the Son and Spirit blest, who reign in highest heaven the one eternal God, whom heaven and earth adore; for thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING! MAY GOD’S LOVE ABOUND IN YOUR LIVES. HIS LOVE ENDURES FOREVER.
When you’ve lived as long as I have you soon realize that things don’t last forever. In our many years of married life, we’ve gone through several couches, mattresses, appliances and countless sheets and towels that hung on until they were merely a mass of shreds. Things wear out – just like we do – and most of the time they fall apart before us.
Looking at my furniture I see leather that has seen better days – fabric that has torn – faded colors. I also see permanent dents where someone special sat – all the fun family gatherings that took place – the contentment provided after a long day of hard work. I also realize it doesn’t have a life of its own, but the events and people that used it did.
The stuff in our lives can serve a purpose, but the minute we become consumed with those things we’ve lost sight of what’s really important. We come into this world with nothing and we leave in the same way. Our belongings remain and are distributed among our families, donated to someone or simply thrown away, but they are of no use to us.
The only real treasure we can count on is the one promised to us by the Son of God. When He told His followers He was going to prepare a place for them, He was painting a picture of the true paradise that awaits all of us when we put our trust in Him instead of material things
Dear Lord, you have provided for all my worldly needs. There were times when I wondered if we’d be able to pay the bills or have enough food to eat, but you always took care of us. You not only have nourished us physically, but you have provided eternal life for us – a life free from worry and want. Thank you for all that you do for me. Your mercy endures forever. Amen!
November 24 I am thankful for chaos, because out of it comes order – when in the hands of the Creator of the universe. Trust in the Lord always and lean not on your own understanding.
A couple of weeks ago, when it was still in the 50s, our granddaughter came over and retrieved our Christmas decorations from the attic in our garage. Both of us have resigned ourselves to not do any ladder climbing now that we’re getting older – although I know my husband still considers himself a mountain goat. I on the other hand am prone to falling down a lot, even when I’m not elevated.
I still recall days when we’d put all three of our kids in the car, bundled up in snow suits, caps, mittens, scarves and boots and go out of town to cut down a tree. Paul, the outdoors man was always game for an outing like this. He’s also an artist, so the perfect tree was his ultimate goal, and in freezing temperatures, the search became almost an obsession. We’d eventually find one, Paul and our son, Bob would cut it down and we’d head home for some hot chocolate and lots of warming up. In time, the adventure turned into a task and we gave it up. We even gave way to an artificial tree as time went on. Now we have a little two footer which requires very few ornaments. So much for tradition.
I distributed our many prized ornaments to my two daughters and soon to be daughter in law last year. So our Christmas decorating requires less work now, but we have to do it at a much slower pace. I never before would put decorations up until after Thanksgiving. This year I feel it’s mandatory. This year has been full of gloom and doom – impatience and anger – indecision and poor decision making – fear and unrest – injustice and so much more. If we ever needed a little Christmas, it’s right now.
We need to muster up those feelings of hope and promise that the Christmas season brings and if it means putting some red and green around the house, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll also start focusing on the true meaning of the season -how God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life.
Thanksgiving will have its restrictions. Meals will be less elaborate. There will be no Black Friday shopping except on the internet. The huge gatherings will have limited numbers of guests. It won’t be like any Thanksgiving we’ve experienced in my lifetime, but what a time for reflection. We can put our attention on the amazing story of God’s love – the infant God/man in a lowly manger – angels singing praises to God in heaven – a bright star that led to the light of the world.
Thanksgiving is like a precursor to the Christmas season. This year we can use a lot of it.
T – I am thankful for TURKEY. This year I’ll be preparing a turkey dinner for two. I am so thankful to be celebrating this day with my husband. This year he is NOT hunting in Wisconsin.
H – I am thankful for HEAVEN – As my years draw to a close, I look more and more forward to this eventual place I will inhabit.
A – I am thankful for ABUNDANCE – Every day is a gift of bounty from the Lord. In times of sadness, fear and loss or times of joy, good times and peace, I know that God has blessed my life abundantly and the best is yet to come.
N – I am thankful for my NATION– I live in a country in which we are free to express our opinions, worship as we please, work together to defend and preserve her. I’m proud to be an American.
K – I am thankful for the KIND HEARTED– Those who protect our city streets, who tend to our illnesses, take care of those less fortunate, defend our country and do so because they want to.
S – I am thankful for my SAVIOR who SACRIFICED Himself for my SALVATION.
G – I am thankful for God’s Word, the Bible, the instruction manual for how to live.
I – I am thankful for ISOLATION, the time of reflection that God has given us through this pandemic – a time to put our priorities in place.
V – I am thankful for VICTORY OVER DEATH, won by Jesus.
I – I am thankful for the INDWELLING OF GOD through His Holy Spirit.
N – I am thankful for NORMALITY. When I see what’s happening in our world, I wonder what normal is. I would hope that it included morality, love, kindness, the example of Jesus as a guide, stability, honesty, value for life, service for God, lack of greed and conceit.
G – I am thankful for GOD – my Creator, Savior & King.
The day we determine to give thanks for all our blessings has often signaled the beginning of the Christmas season with thoughts of how much money we can save by going shopping the day after we fill our bellies with tasty treats and overdose on football games.
Some of my fondest memories of Thanksgiving didn’t really come from the amount of food or the obvious bounty, but the actual gathering of friends and relatives – the hugs – the conversation – the laughter. This year will be different. Yet, this is still a time for giving thanks.
Last week I asked the question, “What do we have to be thankful for?” We’ve been mandated to wear masks, to limit the number of guests we invite into our homes, order our food from outside, social distance and basically be unhappy during this time which is normally dedicated to a feeling of gratitude. Many of the population will be isolated this Thanksgiving. Many will take a chance and hope to beat the odds by having the usual feast and pray there are no repercussions. Some will take it all in stride while others will complain and fuss.
So really, in all of this what do we have to be thankful for? Many of our rights have been stripped away. Our churches will be empty. Our tables will not be as full. Our Christmas shopping will be done online. All of this will occur with a sense of the unknown laying at the end of each day. A time of year when sensitivity runs rampant, when feelings of loneliness and loss fills hearts, when the additional stress of a pandemic and an unresolved election, we find it difficult to see the good in any of it.
Still, we have the promises of our eternal God. He loves us so much that He’s provided for our salvation. There is no cost on our part. He alone is the reason we have a place reserved in heaven. We have access to the King of Creation because of His great love for us – an undeserved love which we don’t merit. This year of what seems to be a collection of challenges that would normally be insurmountable, doesn’t have to be that way. We might need this kind of wake up call to realize what’s really important to us. If that becomes the result, we have so much to be thankful for – even in the year 2020.
When I was thirteen, I became a confirmed child of God. I’d taken all the necessary classes pertaining to the tenets of my church. I went through an examination and had to memorize several Bible passages, which made it possible to stand with other kids my same age, in white robes before the altar of God and become full members of His family. It was another way of expressing my faith, without really having experienced much of life.
One of the gifts I received was a white, leather covered Bible, with gold edged pages. I was so thrilled to have my very own special Bible. It even had my name engraved on the front, truly insuring the fact that I was a child of God. That Bible was my mainstay through my high school years. I used it in the religion classes I had daily in a Christian school. I opened it from time to time when I was confronted with a problem and didn’t know how to solve it. I turned to it during my college years too, but it eventually lost its brilliant white cover and the golden pages had been dog eared into oblivion.
Over the years I’ve had a number of Bibles. Some were purchased as a new translation came out. Some were easier to understand when not in the King James’ English. Some had footnotes describing the historical setting, the tradition, the original meaning of various words. I’ve given Bibles as gifts. I’ve used the Bible as a resource for many of my blog posts. I’ve found some new lesson in words that applied to my life in a different way from the last time I read them.
When my mother-in-law passed away, one of her prized possessions was the leather bound Bible she had made use of so many times in her life. By now it had become tattered and torn, with many notations in the empty spaces. Well into her eighties, she found so much refuge in that book. The words written there have been revised over the centuries, but the truth remains the same.
God’s Word is the greatest thing we can pass down from generation to generation. Within the pages, we have examples of ordinary people doing extraordinary things, with God at their side. We see typical human beings going through difficult situations and being able to endure them with God’s help. We see the greatest story of love ever told through God’s compassion for His creation – us. His undeserved kindness is woven meticulously throughout..
When I think about things that I’m thankful for, the Bible is at the top of the list, because it’s God’s way of communicating with me on a personal basis. It also gives me hope that death holds no fear for me. I have eternity in paradise to look forward to.
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