Well, one of the busy pre-Christmas weekends is almost done. I marked a few things of my list but still have a few more. Is it okay to repeat myself by saying "the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be?"
Today was our church's annual Christmas program. For the first time I can remember in the past 45 years, it was a morning program. This year it was a program involving the children and a musical but told the simple story of Jesus. It held Happy Birthday Jesus, Wake up Shepherds, and my favorite program song for years Jesus Was Born For Me.
The Grandbaby was Mary this year. One never knows how three year olds will do at this kind of event. The Grandbaby was a bit wiggly in her part and her nose did some running without a tissue but all in all, for a three year old, she did pretty good. Her buddy in crime was Joseph. The director said that the audience might get some chuckles. They did that for sure.
In the beginning all went nicely.
I will insert here that The Grandbaby's Baby Aurora was the one chosen to portray the Baby Jesus. She was swaddled tight tight tight. That is a very good thing.
It was shortly after the program began that Joseph did something different.
Baby Aurora/Jesus disappeared from the manger and Mary had to look for her. Seems that Joseph thought his stuffed dog might want to be in the manger instead. Joseph actually was quiet and subdued for the remainder of the program. Mary? Not so much.
Yes, all this was comical. I reminded myself of all the times I worked with children and assured the parents that the children would grow out of their "mischoop" (as The Grandbaby calls it).
Look at this picture.
My question for you is "What do YOU see?"
Sure, I see little feet in stylish shoes that some day will show up in someone's photo box and they will say "That's the kind of shoes we wore back then." I see a wide-eyed doll lying on the floor under something wood.
You know what else I see? I see a piece of weathered wood with stains and I am reminded of the many many years that manger has housed a doll of some sort for children and adults alike to tell the story of Jesus. That manger may be shaky, but it's stood the test of time.
Then I look and I see a representation of a baby on the ground trying to be hidden from sight. How often do I try to hide Jesus away from sharing and showing? Too much, I fear.
I want to be like that weathered wood and stand the test of the storms of life. I want my manger to house the blessed Jesus who is the light of the world!
As The Husband said, he didn't realize the first night of baby Jesus was so "restless" meaning the wiggles on stage. I chuckled at that but I so love the story and I love to hear children, however wiggly they are, portray that story as they learn it for themselves.
Yes, Jesus was born as a baby all those years ago. He lived on earth, was crucified on a cross for my sins and for yours, and three days later rose again! He lives in my heart today and for that I can say "Jesus was born for me"....hallelujah!
So random as this post is, there you have it!
Consider..........
Today was our church's annual Christmas program. For the first time I can remember in the past 45 years, it was a morning program. This year it was a program involving the children and a musical but told the simple story of Jesus. It held Happy Birthday Jesus, Wake up Shepherds, and my favorite program song for years Jesus Was Born For Me.
The Grandbaby was Mary this year. One never knows how three year olds will do at this kind of event. The Grandbaby was a bit wiggly in her part and her nose did some running without a tissue but all in all, for a three year old, she did pretty good. Her buddy in crime was Joseph. The director said that the audience might get some chuckles. They did that for sure.
In the beginning all went nicely.
I will insert here that The Grandbaby's Baby Aurora was the one chosen to portray the Baby Jesus. She was swaddled tight tight tight. That is a very good thing.
It was shortly after the program began that Joseph did something different.
Baby Aurora/Jesus disappeared from the manger and Mary had to look for her. Seems that Joseph thought his stuffed dog might want to be in the manger instead. Joseph actually was quiet and subdued for the remainder of the program. Mary? Not so much.
Yes, all this was comical. I reminded myself of all the times I worked with children and assured the parents that the children would grow out of their "mischoop" (as The Grandbaby calls it).
Look at this picture.
My question for you is "What do YOU see?"
Sure, I see little feet in stylish shoes that some day will show up in someone's photo box and they will say "That's the kind of shoes we wore back then." I see a wide-eyed doll lying on the floor under something wood.
You know what else I see? I see a piece of weathered wood with stains and I am reminded of the many many years that manger has housed a doll of some sort for children and adults alike to tell the story of Jesus. That manger may be shaky, but it's stood the test of time.
Then I look and I see a representation of a baby on the ground trying to be hidden from sight. How often do I try to hide Jesus away from sharing and showing? Too much, I fear.
I want to be like that weathered wood and stand the test of the storms of life. I want my manger to house the blessed Jesus who is the light of the world!
As The Husband said, he didn't realize the first night of baby Jesus was so "restless" meaning the wiggles on stage. I chuckled at that but I so love the story and I love to hear children, however wiggly they are, portray that story as they learn it for themselves.
Yes, Jesus was born as a baby all those years ago. He lived on earth, was crucified on a cross for my sins and for yours, and three days later rose again! He lives in my heart today and for that I can say "Jesus was born for me"....hallelujah!
So random as this post is, there you have it!
Consider..........
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