As I read all the wonderful entries on this blog, it makes me feel so nostalgic, thinking of my Christmases through the years. Not surprisingly, my mother was the central figure of all the Christmas preparations when I was a kid. She did a great job though letting all the children contribute to the Christmas decorating, however it came out. She was always so appreciative and encouraging. Thinking back now I can hear her voice directing action in the kitchen like a conductor leads an orchestra, everything coming together at just the right time. So capable and resilient. So loving in every which way.
Prior to marrying my father, my mother lived an exciting life as a single career women during WWII, working for the FBI on both coasts and having lots of off-hours fun at the beach with the other women and the agents. As a kid, I used to try to picture that part of her life, having a little trouble reconciling it with the model homemaker side of her I knew.
Through the last ten years, my relationship with my mother has changed. Little by little her memory has been stripped away by the thief known as Alzheimer's disease. It has progressed slowly with a variety of stages, and a lesson for me in each step: patience, courage, understanding, and a humble gratitude and admiration for my sister who is her primary care-giver.
My Mom, happily, is still central to my Christmas. Each November my sisters and I discuss when and where to visit considering what would be least disorienting to her. Usually the visit is brief but sweet. Her cheery eyes and warm smile take me back to my childhood and I comforted by just sitting close to her. She's lost those memories of WWII and the Great Depression. She no longer tells me stories of the men returning from war and of the 1938 hurricane. In fact, she no longer knows my name or recognizes me as her daughter. She delights in entertainment and toys designed for children. Stripped of most memory, agility and many basic abilities, she who has been my greatest source of love and comfort, has be come like a infant in many ways. Yet the comfort and love are still there. I feel it when I smell her and when I hear her voice. I see my mother like the Christ child: Jesus was vulnerable baby that night of his birth, yet the source of eternal comfort and joy. When I am with my Mom, I feel closer to Jesus.
Jackie Farrell
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Savoring Family Breakfast
A couple traditions come to mind. Christmas is one of two days of the year when our busy family sits down to have breakfast together (Easter Sunday - or sometimes Easter "Saturday" - is the only other day). We get up early on Christmas morning (but it gets a little later each year it seems), open our stockings, and then have breakfast. Nancy has been making cinnamon rolls for Christmas ever since we met. She serves those plus scrambled eggs, sausage, and fruit. We pray together before the meal, we (at least try to) eat slowly to savor the moment, and then move on to opening Christmas presents. It's one of my favorite parts of the day and the season, especially as family times with all 6 of us in the room are becoming more rare, and more precious, with each passing year.
Another tradition of my own is I listening to the entire Handel's Messiah. I try to do it every Advent season, but given the length of the piece sometimes I have to break it up into "segments" instead of listening to the entire thing in one sitting. I love the music and find it spiritually moving to reflect on the many Scriptures - especially the O.T. prophecies - that comprise the words of this great musical oratorio. I would like to learn more about the history of the piece.
May you experience the true joy of knowing Christ the Messiah this Christmas!
John Feehrer
"For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."
- Isaiah 9:6 (NLT)
Another tradition of my own is I listening to the entire Handel's Messiah. I try to do it every Advent season, but given the length of the piece sometimes I have to break it up into "segments" instead of listening to the entire thing in one sitting. I love the music and find it spiritually moving to reflect on the many Scriptures - especially the O.T. prophecies - that comprise the words of this great musical oratorio. I would like to learn more about the history of the piece.
May you experience the true joy of knowing Christ the Messiah this Christmas!
John Feehrer
"For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."
- Isaiah 9:6 (NLT)
Friday, December 11, 2009
Hallmark Christmas Ornaments
Our tradition at our home has always been that every year I've purchased a hallmark Christmas ornament. It arrives in her stocking each year and it is something that she looks forward to getting. The ornament usually signifies something that is dear to her or that it somehow has related to the time in her life.
Chelsea is sixteen and she has received one for every Christmas. When it is time to put up the tree she takes each and everyone out of their box and as she hangs each ornament on the tree she recalls each one and the meaning of what it meant by receiving it. It is a wonderful time to reflect how good things can be with such simplicity.
I started this tradition with the intent that one day, when she starts that new chapter in her life, she'll be able to take those ornaments and decorate her own tree. She'll be able to recall and remember her childhood tree decorating days listening to Christmas music and remembering the special moments spent with her mother.
Kimberly & Chelsea Boland
Chelsea is sixteen and she has received one for every Christmas. When it is time to put up the tree she takes each and everyone out of their box and as she hangs each ornament on the tree she recalls each one and the meaning of what it meant by receiving it. It is a wonderful time to reflect how good things can be with such simplicity.
I started this tradition with the intent that one day, when she starts that new chapter in her life, she'll be able to take those ornaments and decorate her own tree. She'll be able to recall and remember her childhood tree decorating days listening to Christmas music and remembering the special moments spent with her mother.
Kimberly & Chelsea Boland
An Irish Tree and Family
Christmas always focused on the family getting together and enjoying each others's company. My mother would bake a cake for baby Jesus and on Christmas Eve we would sing Happy Birthday to Him. Then we would play games and participate in a Yankee Swap. My family has a strong Irish Heritage so, my mother always made a big deal about her Irish Christmas Tree (a tree devised of all Irish ornaments, Clover garland and green beaded strings).
Christmas day was a time when Paul and I would spend quiet time with our children, we'd make a Huge family breakfast and pull out all of the best dishes. We would talk about the things that we love about the season and we did a lot of laughing! We would then spend the later part of Christmas day with Paul's family. Of course the day is never complete until we watch the Christmas Story which plays around the clock on television. I personally find great joy in watching Paul laugh heartily at the same scenes year after year!
This year it seems that our traditions are changing. My mother and father have passed away; however I have inherited the Irish Christmas tree! So, as we put up the tree this year we talked about how "Nanny" would make Christmas fun for the kids and how the Irish tree was such a huge part of Christmas. My sister will be bringing the birthday cake for Baby Jesus and we will all gather at our house to play games and participate in a yankee swap. The twist for this year is that all yankee swap gifts must be home made. No store bought gifts allowed! Everyone is very excited about this and have been spending lots and lots of time considering their individual creativity and what they would like to make.
Our daughter has gotten married and has a home of her own. So, I am not sure what Christmas day will be like this year - but, I am excited at the new traditions that are forming! One thing is for sure - The Christmas Story will be watched!
The Winchester's
Christmas day was a time when Paul and I would spend quiet time with our children, we'd make a Huge family breakfast and pull out all of the best dishes. We would talk about the things that we love about the season and we did a lot of laughing! We would then spend the later part of Christmas day with Paul's family. Of course the day is never complete until we watch the Christmas Story which plays around the clock on television. I personally find great joy in watching Paul laugh heartily at the same scenes year after year!
This year it seems that our traditions are changing. My mother and father have passed away; however I have inherited the Irish Christmas tree! So, as we put up the tree this year we talked about how "Nanny" would make Christmas fun for the kids and how the Irish tree was such a huge part of Christmas. My sister will be bringing the birthday cake for Baby Jesus and we will all gather at our house to play games and participate in a yankee swap. The twist for this year is that all yankee swap gifts must be home made. No store bought gifts allowed! Everyone is very excited about this and have been spending lots and lots of time considering their individual creativity and what they would like to make.
Our daughter has gotten married and has a home of her own. So, I am not sure what Christmas day will be like this year - but, I am excited at the new traditions that are forming! One thing is for sure - The Christmas Story will be watched!
The Winchester's
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Tradition of Family
When Rob gave us the little push on Sunday to be brave and speak about a story, he was describing me when he suggested "maybe you think 'my story isn't special'". I thought the purpose of the Advent blog was to detail how selfless acts were done during the holidays, or to highlight a noble act done as a family. I'm not saying my family are savages, but I also don't have a memory of surrendering our day to help in a soup kitchen (though I wish we would have and I think it's a phenomenal idea!) But my family does have traditions. And I value them, and the time. So...if these submissions really don't have to be spectacular...here goes.
Christmas Eve has gone the same since I could form memories. (well, we don't put out milk and cookies for Santa anymore, but you get the idea.) We, as a family, open one gift on Christmas Eve, and they are always pajamas. I can't give you an explanation as to why. Perhaps it was for a new feeling of comfort and relaxation each year. Or maybe it was just for fun pictures the next day, because once we opened the present, we wore the pjs to bed, and opened all gifts and stockings still in them the next morning. After we each got new sleepwear (believe or not, we are always excited about the upcoming pjs. We even request the kinds we might like on our "lists".) my father reads the Christmas Story. The four of us (my mom, my sister, my father and I) sit close together while he reads from Luke 2:1-16. For a while, when my sister and I were young, and even sometimes during high school if my memory serves me correctly, my mother would proceed my father's reading by reading The Night Before Christmas. We had the golden book version and loved seeing the pictures and hearing the words. (Then my father would tell the true story by reading from Luke.)
Christmas day, we usually wake and begin by opening our stockings first (I sometimes argue that this is the best part, digging for the little surprises, each of us taking turns watching the other, to see what they will find). Then we watch each other open presents; it was never a free for all, ripping in unison. We took joy in seeing the response for whatever we could afford for presents that year. Even the small things were appreciated. And as we all get older into our adult lives, we know that it never was about those presents. I vividly remember, two years ago, sitting with my family in Missouri with my nephew there smiling. He who had just survived major, heart-valve reconstructive surgery that we were never promised he'd survive from. It was my mom, my dad, my sister, my brother-in-law, my miraculous nephew, and me -- watching traditions continue. I shed tears, silently while overcome with the joy of being together. I don't even remember what anyone got that day or what anyone asked for. I was filled with such love, it just overflowed. This year, my mom has been worried, because traditions are falling to the wayside with the lack of finances. We couldn't do annual ornaments (another tradition for each family member), and the pjs probably won't come this year. But while on the phone with her as she revealed these likelihoods, I never blinked. I immediately assured her, that who cared about that? At all? We get to be together (as corny, but completely true as it is) and even if we only do the $1 filled stockings, we'll have a great time. Last year we didn't all get to celebrate together, the year before that our little Gabe was given back to us, this year we'll have a newborn with us again as my 2nd nephew (Gabe's little brother) will be introduced to the world 3 days before the holiday. There isn't much more we could want or ask for, is there? So worrying about wrapped presents or keeping up traditions is moot. That will be how we give more, how we love all in the miracle of life and of family. It is the quintessential way to worship fully -- by realizing all blessings bestowed on us this year.
Leigh Kay
Christmas Eve has gone the same since I could form memories. (well, we don't put out milk and cookies for Santa anymore, but you get the idea.) We, as a family, open one gift on Christmas Eve, and they are always pajamas. I can't give you an explanation as to why. Perhaps it was for a new feeling of comfort and relaxation each year. Or maybe it was just for fun pictures the next day, because once we opened the present, we wore the pjs to bed, and opened all gifts and stockings still in them the next morning. After we each got new sleepwear (believe or not, we are always excited about the upcoming pjs. We even request the kinds we might like on our "lists".) my father reads the Christmas Story. The four of us (my mom, my sister, my father and I) sit close together while he reads from Luke 2:1-16. For a while, when my sister and I were young, and even sometimes during high school if my memory serves me correctly, my mother would proceed my father's reading by reading The Night Before Christmas. We had the golden book version and loved seeing the pictures and hearing the words. (Then my father would tell the true story by reading from Luke.)
Christmas day, we usually wake and begin by opening our stockings first (I sometimes argue that this is the best part, digging for the little surprises, each of us taking turns watching the other, to see what they will find). Then we watch each other open presents; it was never a free for all, ripping in unison. We took joy in seeing the response for whatever we could afford for presents that year. Even the small things were appreciated. And as we all get older into our adult lives, we know that it never was about those presents. I vividly remember, two years ago, sitting with my family in Missouri with my nephew there smiling. He who had just survived major, heart-valve reconstructive surgery that we were never promised he'd survive from. It was my mom, my dad, my sister, my brother-in-law, my miraculous nephew, and me -- watching traditions continue. I shed tears, silently while overcome with the joy of being together. I don't even remember what anyone got that day or what anyone asked for. I was filled with such love, it just overflowed. This year, my mom has been worried, because traditions are falling to the wayside with the lack of finances. We couldn't do annual ornaments (another tradition for each family member), and the pjs probably won't come this year. But while on the phone with her as she revealed these likelihoods, I never blinked. I immediately assured her, that who cared about that? At all? We get to be together (as corny, but completely true as it is) and even if we only do the $1 filled stockings, we'll have a great time. Last year we didn't all get to celebrate together, the year before that our little Gabe was given back to us, this year we'll have a newborn with us again as my 2nd nephew (Gabe's little brother) will be introduced to the world 3 days before the holiday. There isn't much more we could want or ask for, is there? So worrying about wrapped presents or keeping up traditions is moot. That will be how we give more, how we love all in the miracle of life and of family. It is the quintessential way to worship fully -- by realizing all blessings bestowed on us this year.
Leigh Kay
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
A Tradition Touched by Grace
This past weekend my family and I made our annual pilgrimage to buy our Christmas tree. On the brief ride to “Jones Farm” we tried to remember if we had ever bought our tree anywhere else – oh, maybe once we had gone with a few other families and actually cut down a tree, but that was such a long time ago… “this” was our tradition. And as our tradition dictated, once again we laughed as our daughter was drawn to the largest tree on the lot … and once again we laughed as our son decided that tying Christmas trees to the roof of a car would not be a very “fun” job… again we reminisced about the day we bought our tree in a snow storm and had to let it dry in the garage… and we laughed as we remembered how every year we turn a ten minute car ride home into a twenty minute car ride because we worry that the tree will fall off the roof of our car… this year was no different!
As soon as we were home and the tree was wrestled into it’s stand, the decorating began. As my children untangled and tested the tree lights, I took an opportunity to log onto Facebook. My friend Diane had posted her status. She wrote, “Decorating our Christmas tree by myself again…” I laughed as I read her words, I could just picture that!…. I then rejoined my family as we strung the lights and the wooden cranberry strands, around and around the tree. “Why do we put these cranberries on our tree when they look so bad?”, “Because Dad and I bought those for our first tree”… and so it goes. .. stories told, and memories shared, year after year after year. Each ornament a story unto itself…. each with a history that we never seem to tire of hearing or telling… Ornaments bought on every family vacation… ornaments representing every sport our children have played, ornaments given to us from beloved family members. We have our “ugliest” ornament and our “tackiest” ornament. And then there’s the ornament that resembles a cookie…It was hand made by our daughter in a preschool class so many years ago and as it rested on the kitchen counter way back when - wouldn’t you know that dad tried to eat it…!
Later that evening, when the tree was all trimmed, I began thinking about my friend’s Facebook posting… It saddened me now as I thought of her trimming her tree all alone… And then I realized, how blind could I have been?? What had seemed to be just another typical Christmas tradition – and clearly one I had taken for granted – was actually a tremendous gift! A gift of spending time with my beloved family.
Oh but how quickly my feelings of gratitude started to blur as I took my eyes off God and His blessing and placed them sinfully on myself… I began wondering, “Oh my goodness, what if next Christmas I am the mom posting my dismay of having to decorate the Christmas tree all by myself?… what if my two teenagers decide that this is no longer their tradition??” Hadn’t I already noticed some distance growing between us? Hadn’t I noticed how much time they now spend behind closed doors in the their bedrooms and how our conversations are often reduced to “sound bites”??? These thoughts were flooding my mind with fear….
Thankfully our Lord and Savior did not leave me there…. God’s grace “stepped in” and reminded me of His Word that He shared with me only days before, “Don’t worry about missing out… Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” (Matthew 6 – The Message).
This blessed Christmas season may we spend less time worrying and being fearful about tomorrow. May we give more time to God and the people He has blessed us with. May we love with the love God gives us and be more grateful. And, may we worship fully the One Who makes all things possible.
Hilary Langille
As soon as we were home and the tree was wrestled into it’s stand, the decorating began. As my children untangled and tested the tree lights, I took an opportunity to log onto Facebook. My friend Diane had posted her status. She wrote, “Decorating our Christmas tree by myself again…” I laughed as I read her words, I could just picture that!…. I then rejoined my family as we strung the lights and the wooden cranberry strands, around and around the tree. “Why do we put these cranberries on our tree when they look so bad?”, “Because Dad and I bought those for our first tree”… and so it goes. .. stories told, and memories shared, year after year after year. Each ornament a story unto itself…. each with a history that we never seem to tire of hearing or telling… Ornaments bought on every family vacation… ornaments representing every sport our children have played, ornaments given to us from beloved family members. We have our “ugliest” ornament and our “tackiest” ornament. And then there’s the ornament that resembles a cookie…It was hand made by our daughter in a preschool class so many years ago and as it rested on the kitchen counter way back when - wouldn’t you know that dad tried to eat it…!
Later that evening, when the tree was all trimmed, I began thinking about my friend’s Facebook posting… It saddened me now as I thought of her trimming her tree all alone… And then I realized, how blind could I have been?? What had seemed to be just another typical Christmas tradition – and clearly one I had taken for granted – was actually a tremendous gift! A gift of spending time with my beloved family.
Oh but how quickly my feelings of gratitude started to blur as I took my eyes off God and His blessing and placed them sinfully on myself… I began wondering, “Oh my goodness, what if next Christmas I am the mom posting my dismay of having to decorate the Christmas tree all by myself?… what if my two teenagers decide that this is no longer their tradition??” Hadn’t I already noticed some distance growing between us? Hadn’t I noticed how much time they now spend behind closed doors in the their bedrooms and how our conversations are often reduced to “sound bites”??? These thoughts were flooding my mind with fear….
Thankfully our Lord and Savior did not leave me there…. God’s grace “stepped in” and reminded me of His Word that He shared with me only days before, “Don’t worry about missing out… Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” (Matthew 6 – The Message).
This blessed Christmas season may we spend less time worrying and being fearful about tomorrow. May we give more time to God and the people He has blessed us with. May we love with the love God gives us and be more grateful. And, may we worship fully the One Who makes all things possible.
Hilary Langille
Monday, December 7, 2009
Traditions from a former Angel Tree Child
As a former "Angel Tree Child", there were many Christmas' that were happy only because there were others willing to share their blessings with our family. Thankfully, my sons do not have a childhood that looks anything like my own. However, I do want my boys' to know we are richly blessed and there are many less fortunate people in the world. Thus, it is very important for my husband and I to share this thrill of blessing others throughout the Christmas season. We are also intentional about planning and budgeting for gifts to our children. Below are a few of our Christmas traditions to help keep our focus on the celebration of the birth of our Savior and the Good News his birth brought to the world.
1. Before any gifts go under our tree, the boys make a donation box from the toys in their room and we make a trip together to drop the boxes off at a donation center.
2. For the past several years we have participated in Franklin Graham's Operation Christmas Child.
3. Jesus received three gifts from the wise men, so our boys receive three packages from us. This allows us to keep a budget and make it through Christmas debt free!
4. We can not pass a Salvation Army red bucket or bell ringers without putting something in the bucket. Yes, this sometimes requires a special trip to the ATM in order to have something to place int the bucket!
5. Each boy chooses a gift for other children either from an Angel tree or Toys for Tots.
6. The first ornament on our tree is the Christmas nail - to remind us that wood from a tree would one day be used for Jesus’ cross.
7. Christmas Eve Candle Service followed by a drive to look at Christmas lights. We go on a Nativity hunt, counting the number of nativities we see. It is amazing how the boys' remember the previous year's number of nativities to compare it too!
8. We do a random act of kindness– like giving an extra $25 – $100 (depends on the year and our budget) on a tip at a restaurant, or making a random payment on someone’s lay away at a store.
9. We do an advent calendar readings, and last year we added the advent wreath to our dinner table along with an advent story.
10. Our newest one is the Happy Birthday Jesus cake. The bottom layer is chocolate to represent sin. The middle is red for the blood Jesus shed for our sins. The top layer is green for the new life we receive after accepting Christ as our savior. The icing is white to represent Christ’s pureness. There is a yellow star in the middle of the cake for the star of Bethlehem. Placed in the center of the star is a larger purple candle to represent Jesus himself, the King of Kings. Encircling the star and Jesus candle are small candles for each person present. The circular cake represents the world and there are hearts on the sides of the cake to represent our goal of spreading God’s love around the world. After the Jesus candle is lit, each person lights their candle from His. We sing “Happy Birthday” and everyone blows out the candles.
Stephen & Peggy Brooks
1. Before any gifts go under our tree, the boys make a donation box from the toys in their room and we make a trip together to drop the boxes off at a donation center.
2. For the past several years we have participated in Franklin Graham's Operation Christmas Child.
3. Jesus received three gifts from the wise men, so our boys receive three packages from us. This allows us to keep a budget and make it through Christmas debt free!
4. We can not pass a Salvation Army red bucket or bell ringers without putting something in the bucket. Yes, this sometimes requires a special trip to the ATM in order to have something to place int the bucket!
5. Each boy chooses a gift for other children either from an Angel tree or Toys for Tots.
6. The first ornament on our tree is the Christmas nail - to remind us that wood from a tree would one day be used for Jesus’ cross.
7. Christmas Eve Candle Service followed by a drive to look at Christmas lights. We go on a Nativity hunt, counting the number of nativities we see. It is amazing how the boys' remember the previous year's number of nativities to compare it too!
8. We do a random act of kindness– like giving an extra $25 – $100 (depends on the year and our budget) on a tip at a restaurant, or making a random payment on someone’s lay away at a store.
9. We do an advent calendar readings, and last year we added the advent wreath to our dinner table along with an advent story.
10. Our newest one is the Happy Birthday Jesus cake. The bottom layer is chocolate to represent sin. The middle is red for the blood Jesus shed for our sins. The top layer is green for the new life we receive after accepting Christ as our savior. The icing is white to represent Christ’s pureness. There is a yellow star in the middle of the cake for the star of Bethlehem. Placed in the center of the star is a larger purple candle to represent Jesus himself, the King of Kings. Encircling the star and Jesus candle are small candles for each person present. The circular cake represents the world and there are hearts on the sides of the cake to represent our goal of spreading God’s love around the world. After the Jesus candle is lit, each person lights their candle from His. We sing “Happy Birthday” and everyone blows out the candles.
Stephen & Peggy Brooks
Sunday, December 6, 2009
12 Days of Celebration
My wife and I have developed several traditions for the Advent and Christmas seasons to get away from the way the world celebrates the holiday, and to come to a fuller celebration of Christ's Birth.
One thing we do is to see Advent and Christmas time differently. We use the 4 weeks before Christmas to reflect and prepare for Christmas. And then, when Christmas comes, we celebrate for 12 days! While during advent we focus on getting ready, during the 12 Days we focus on giving, finding different themes each day on whom and what we give, and having fun!
This really takes the pressure off the shopping and the hectic preparation for one day, because we have 12 days to celebrate amd give, not just one. It helps us focus on Christ's birth, too, because we spend Advent, not rushing around preparing, but meditating on Emmanuel.
(from a Grace Community attendee)
One thing we do is to see Advent and Christmas time differently. We use the 4 weeks before Christmas to reflect and prepare for Christmas. And then, when Christmas comes, we celebrate for 12 days! While during advent we focus on getting ready, during the 12 Days we focus on giving, finding different themes each day on whom and what we give, and having fun!
This really takes the pressure off the shopping and the hectic preparation for one day, because we have 12 days to celebrate amd give, not just one. It helps us focus on Christ's birth, too, because we spend Advent, not rushing around preparing, but meditating on Emmanuel.
(from a Grace Community attendee)
Friday, December 4, 2009
A life focused on giving...
This is so awesome!
Certainly we all forget at times, what Christmas is all about!
In a time, where instant satisfaction is so important, gifts are so important, too. Imagine the eyes of your children if they only receive 1 gift. Imagine the looks from your friends when you tell them about just giving 1 gift, hm.
The question remains, aren't we [the faithful] at fault here?
Did not we create children that "need" more and more by not living a life that focuses more on giving, rather than receiving.
"As for me and my house, we serve the lord."
Maybe, just maybe, this year we can change that, and we buy 1/4 gift for every gift we bought for someone else and give it to some one who has nothing. Or, if that is to radical for you. Just take 1/4 of the money you spend on stuff that actually will end up in your or someone else's basement in about 3 month, and give it to an organization that helps those in need.
Remember this: w.w.j.d.? How about you remember that saying this year every time you go "Christmas"-shopping. It helps me a lot when I question myself if Jesus would really by the 5th gift for my wife, or if he wold go and change the world with that money......
(from a Grace Community attendee)
Certainly we all forget at times, what Christmas is all about!
In a time, where instant satisfaction is so important, gifts are so important, too. Imagine the eyes of your children if they only receive 1 gift. Imagine the looks from your friends when you tell them about just giving 1 gift, hm.
The question remains, aren't we [the faithful] at fault here?
Did not we create children that "need" more and more by not living a life that focuses more on giving, rather than receiving.
"As for me and my house, we serve the lord."
Maybe, just maybe, this year we can change that, and we buy 1/4 gift for every gift we bought for someone else and give it to some one who has nothing. Or, if that is to radical for you. Just take 1/4 of the money you spend on stuff that actually will end up in your or someone else's basement in about 3 month, and give it to an organization that helps those in need.
Remember this: w.w.j.d.? How about you remember that saying this year every time you go "Christmas"-shopping. It helps me a lot when I question myself if Jesus would really by the 5th gift for my wife, or if he wold go and change the world with that money......
(from a Grace Community attendee)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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This blog is for us as the body of Christ at Grace Community to share what ways we are changing our Christmas this year! Send an email to GraceAdvent09@gmail.com, or comment on this post to share your story!
This blog is for us as the body of Christ at Grace Community to share what ways we are changing our Christmas this year! Send an email to GraceAdvent09@gmail.com, or comment on this post to share your story!
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