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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Tidings of Great Joy

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And there were shepherds
living out in the fields nearby,
keeping watch over their flocks at night.
An angel of the Lord appeared to them,
and the glory of the Lord shone around them,
and they were terrified.
 
But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid.
I bring you good news of great joy
that will be for all the people.
Today in the town of David
a Savior has been born to you;
he is Christ the Lord.
 
This will be a sign to you:
You will find a baby wrapped in cloths
and lying in a manger."
 
Suddenly a great company of the
heavenly host appeared with the angel,
praising God and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men
on whom his favor rests."
~~ Luke 2:8-14 ~~

Monday, December 22, 2008

Christmas is for Love

Author Unknown, Source Unknown 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love. 
 
I had not believed this until a small elf-like student with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wondrous gift one Christmas. Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn't been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child. 
 
I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt's anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.
 
As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, "Did you really miss me?" I explained how he had been my best helper. "I was making you a surprise," he whispered confidentially. "It's for Christmas." With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. 
 
He didn't stay after school any more after that. Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. "I have your present," he said timidly when I looked up. "I hope you like it." He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box. "Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?" I asked opening the top to look inside. " "Oh you can't see what's in it," He replied, "and you can't touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you're all alone." I gazed into the empty box. "What is it Mark," I asked gently, "that will make me feel so good?" "It's love," he whispered softly, "and mother always said it's best when you give it away." And he turned and quietly left the room. 
 
So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it. Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Generosity

by Charles R. Swindoll - 2 Corinthians 9:6-7 

Reflect on God's gifts to you. In case you need a little help, read through Psalm 103. "Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget none of His benefits; who pardons all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases; who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with loving kindness and compassion; who satisfies your years with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle. The LORD performs righteous deeds and judgments for all who are oppressed" (Ps. 103:1--6). 

 The psalmist lists several benefits to prod our thinking. As we reflect on God's gifts to us, it's helpful to be specific. 

Do you have eyesight? It's a gift. 

Do you have a good mind? It's a gift.

Do you have leadership abilities that cause others to follow? 

A good education? These are all gifts. 

Has He given you a family? 

Has He given you sufficient clothes? 

How about a nice, warm, soft bed at night or a comfortable place to live in the hot summer? 

Why, some even have more than one home! These are all gifts from God's hand. 

Reflect on His numerous gifts to you. It will increase your joy. And a smile will soon replace that frown. 

Remind yourself of God's promises regarding generosity. God promises if you sow bountifully, you will reap bountifully. So give! Give abundantly! Even extravagant giving is honored by God. 

I've never known anyone who went bad because he or she was too generous. Remind yourself of His promises regarding generosity and start giving! Don't be afraid of outgiving God. It is absolutely impossible to do that. He will keep every one of His promises related to generosity. Try Him!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

True Thanksgiving

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!~~ Psalm 107:1 ~~
The Pilgrim Fathers who landed at Plymouth in America in 1620 knew nothing of the bountiful prosperity that so many people enjoy today. During that first long winter, seven times as many graves were made for the dead as homes were built for the living. Seed, imported from England, failed to grow, and a ship that was to bring food and relief, brought thirty-five more mouths to feed, but not an ounce of provisions. They caught fish, hunted wild fowl, and venison. They had a little English meal and some Indian corn.
 
Yet their lives were marked by a spirit of constant thankfulness. On one occasion, William Brewster, rising from a scanty Plymouth dinner of clams and water, gave thanks to God "for the abundance of the sea and the treasures hid in the sand."
 
According to today's standards, they had little; but they possessed a sense of great gratitude. Gratitude is one of the greatest Christian graces; ingratitude, one of the most vicious sins. Ask God to open your eyes to all the blessings He has bestowed on you, and to give you a fresh spirit of gratitude - not just at this season of the year, but always.
 
The Reverend Billy Graham, Hope for Each Day - Words of Wisdom and Faith, Thomas Nelson Inc., Publisher

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

His Grace is Sufficient

By Mosie Lister 

Many times I'm tried and tested 

As I travel day by day 

`Oft I meet with pain and sorrow 

And there's trouble in the way 

But I have a sweet assurance 

That my soul, the Lord will lead 

And in Him there is strength for every need. 

 

CHORUS 

O, His grace is sufficient for me 

And His love is abundant and free 

And what joy fills my soul, 

Just to know, just to know 

 That His grace is sufficient for me

 

When the tempter brings confusion

And I don't know what to do, 

On my knees I turn to Jesus 

For He'll always see me through 

Then despair is changed to victory 

Every doubt just melts away 

And in Him there is hope for everyday

Psalms 55:22

Cast your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.

Psalms 3:5

I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Devoted Son

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting.

Together they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, and many others adorned the walls of their family estate. 

The widowed elderly man looked on with satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world. 

As winter approached, war engulfed their nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, the elderly man received a telegram that his beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again. Within days his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic. 

Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness.The joy of the season-a season that he and his son had so looked forward to in the past-would visit his house no longer. On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. 

As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. He opened the door and was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hand. The soldier introduced himself to the old man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come infor a few moments? I have something to show you."

As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told every one of his-and his father's-love of fine art work. "I'm also an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man began to unwrap the package, paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider it a work of genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the old man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the portrait above the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of paintings. And then the old man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given.

During the days and weeks that followed, the man learned that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease his grief, as he realized that, although his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the priceless pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received. The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The artworld was in anticipation, since, with the old man's passing, and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the way he had received his greatest gift. The day finally arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams could be fulfilled this day; greatness could be achieved as some could say," I have the greatest collection." 

The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum list... It was the painting of the old man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid, but the room was silent."Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked. Moments passed as no one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son. Let's forget it and get on to the good ones." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one-first," replied the auctioneer. "Now who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. "Will you take $10 for the painting? That's all I have. "Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence he said, "Going once, going twice...Gone!" The gavel fell. 

Cheers filled the room and someone shouted, "Now we can get on with it and bid on these treasures!" The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Then someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a portrait of some old man's son! What about all of the other paintings? There are millions of dollars worth of art work here. We demand an explanation!" 

The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son...gets it all." Just as the art collectors discovered on that day...The message is still the same...the love of the Father....a Father whose son gave his life for others...And because of that Father's love...Whoever takes the Son gets it all. - Author Unknown -

Philippians 4:4

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.

Because He Lives

God sent His son, they called Him Jesus 

He came to love, heal, and forgive. 

He lived and died to buy my pardon, 

An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives. 

 

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. 

Because He lives, All fear is gone. 

Because I know He holds the future, 

And life is worth the living just because He lives. 

 

How sweet to hold a newborn baby, 

And feel the pride and joy he gives. 

But greater still the calm assurance, 

This child can face uncertain days because He lives. 

 

And then one day I'll cross the river, 

I'll fight life's final war with pain.

 And then as death gives way to victory, 

I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives. ~ William and Gloria Gaither ~

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