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Monday, December 28, 2009

The Touch of the Master's Hand


'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who will start the bidding for me?
"A dollar, a dollar, a dollar" - then "Two!" Only two?

"Two dollars and who'll make it three?
"Three dollars once; three dollars twice;
"Going for three-" but no,

From the room, far back, a gray-haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As sweet as a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,

With a voice that was quiet and low,

Said, "What am I bidden for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
"Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
"Three thousand once; three thousand twice;

"And going, and gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,

"We do not quite understand.

"What changed it's worth?" Swift came the reply;

"The touch of the master's hand."


And many a man with the life out of tune,
And battered and scattered with sin,

Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,

Much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine;
A game - and he travels on.
He's "going" once, and "going" twice,

He's "going" and "almost gone."

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought

By the touch of the Master's hand.

---Myra Brooks Welch

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Purpose

Do you wonder what you have been put on this earth for? Do you wonder what your purpose is?

The theory of evolution has started a thought that we are here randomly. That we happened to evolve from something - generally thought of as monkeys. There is no purpose. No meaning. No reason for any of it. It just happened. Because of that beginning we are led to believe that our lives have no purpose and no meaning. We're just lucky to be here.

Poo! Every single person was created with a purpose by a Creator Who loves every part of us. The good and the bad. He knows it all and loves us just the same.

Yet we spend our whole lives looking for purpose and meaning in life. We spend countless hours doing the "wrong" purpose. You would smile if I tried to cut a steak with a spoon. A spoon was NOT designed for that. You would laugh if I tried baking a cake in the freezer. Freezers were NOT designed to bake cakes. You would freak out if I tried to brush my teeth with a toilet plunger. Totally NOT made for teeth brushing. Yet we don't bat an eye when we, and others around us, spend time, energy and money on things we weren't created to do. Trying desperately to find purpose and meaning for our lives.

So what is our purpose? What are we created to do?

I'll tell you what it is NOT.

It is NOT to be beautiful, smart, rich, popular or powerful. It is NOT to have the best house, the best car, the best clothes, the best job. It is NOT to be a perfect spouse, a perfect friend, a perfect employee, a perfect parent. It is NOT to have the best ministry, the greatest church, a successful life, or many relationships. It is NOT so many things that we strive for every day.

It IS to Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and to love your neighbor as yourself. That's it. Simple.

Are we doing it? Unfortunately I'm not. Yes I love God. But I have a long way to go to say I love Him with everything. If that were true my life would be different. Do I love my neighbor as myself? Unfortunately no. God has shown me how to love my neighbor but I haven't done it.

Why? I think it's because I've tried to pursue other things that are not as important as loving Him and loving my neighbor. By not living in my purpose I am left tired, drained, confused, dissatisfied and always wanting more. My purpose was given to me by my Creator. He knows me best. He loves me best. And I want to live fulfilling my purpose.

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Candy Canes


So, you buy candy canes for the kids or for the decorations every year but do you really know where they come from? The candy cane is a Christmas tradition that many hold dear but nobody really knows why. Let's face it -- the only things we really know about candy canes is that they taste good and that they are red and white.

Whether the story of the candy cane is a legend or if it is true is not certain, but this is how the story goes: About two hundred-thirty years ago at the Cologne Cathedral, the children that went to church there were really loud and noisy. They often moved around and would not pay attention to the choirmaster.


This was especially difficult for the choirmaster when they were supposed to be sitting still for the long living Nativity ceremony. So to keep the children quiet, he gave them a long, white, sugar candy stick. He couldn't give them chocolate or anything like that because the people at that church would think it was sacrilegious. So he gave them the stick and he bent it on the end to look like a cane. It was meant to look like a shepherd's cane, and so it reminded the children of the shepherds at Jesus' birth.

In 1847, a German-Swedish immigrant in Wooster, Ohio put candy canes on his Christmas tree and soon others were doing the same. Sometime around 1900 candy canes came to look more like what we know them as today with the red stripes and peppermint flavoring.

Some people say the white color represents the purity of Jesus Christ and the red stripes are for the wounds he suffered. They also sometimes say that the peppermint flavoring represents the hyssop herb used for purifying and spoken of in the Bible. The shape also looks like the letter "J" for Jesus, not just a shepherd's cane. It is possible that these things were added for religious symbols, but there is no evidence that is true.

Around 1920, a man in Georgia named Bob McCormack wanted to make candy canes for his family and friends. He later started mass-producing candy canes for his own business which he named Bob's Candies. This is where many of our candy canes come from today.

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Bells


Long ago people believed that they could use bells to frighten away evil spirits. Bells were a simple form of noisemaking. They could be easily obtained or made and everyone knew how to use them. Many people thought that as winter began, evil spirits would come to harm them. So during the dark days after the harvest or the hunt, people would engage in ceremonies to keep bad things from happening to them while they waited for Spring and warmer days.

The tradition of using noisemakers like bells during these times carried over into the celebration of Christmas. But instead of making noise to keep away evil things, people made noise to celebrate something happy.

In many villages, there was a church and most churches had a bell. When something important was happening such as remembering the birth of Jesus Christ they would ring the bell.

You might hear this saying at Christmas: "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings". Most people remember this saying from the movie "It's a Wonderful Life". But over a hundred years ago, this was a very common saying amongst kids.

Back in those days, kids believed that making noise was just a part of Christmas. And bells were an easy way to make that noise. Bells were inexpensive musical instruments that people could take with them caroling or wassailing and almost every family had one or more. Bells also provided a bright and cheery sound and were acceptable to parents as proper tools to celebrate and make noise at Christmas.

Bells play an important part in other areas of celebrating Christmas. Some people probably picture Santa's reindeer with bells draped over them for decoration. Santa might also use bells to help find the reindeer in the dark or in the fog or snow.

And bells have always had a place in Christmas songs. The famous Christmas hymn I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day began as a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in the 1860's. The poem was actually about the tragedy one felt during the civil war. Some of the lesser known verses go like this:

Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearthstones of a continent
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, goodwill to men!"

Christmas bells are remembered in classic holiday songs such as "Jingle Bells", "Silver Bells", and "Christmas Bells are Ringing". Bells make a happy sound and are enjoyed in "ringing out the old and ringing in the new" each season as has been done in times past.

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My favorite Christmas carol

This is one of my all-time favorite carols. The way it talks about celebrating Christ's birth, what it means to us and God's unending love for us. What a gift we have at Christmas! I'm going to write along with it what I read when I sing these words and what they mean to me.

Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!

Listen! The heavens have opened up and the angels are singing and proclaiming that our Christ, the Savior of the world is born today!


Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"

God has sent peace and mercy to us. Once we were separated from Him but He sent His son to die for us so that we can live forever with Him.


Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"

Every nation, every tribe, every person on earth, join with all the angels in heaven. Today is the day! Christ is born! Whoohooo!


Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!

For God so loved us that He sent His only son. The everlasting Lord!


Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb

Born of a virgin. What a miracle!


Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel

He loves us so much He came from His throne in heaven to be with us, to live with us as a human, to die for us.


Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings

Honor and glory to the Prince of Peace Who brings righteousness to us! He gives me life and brings light in my life. He heals me from my past and plans out my glorious future.


Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die

Humbly He came. Putting aside His throne. Born for us so that we don't have to die. We can have life eternal with Him.


Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth

Born for us. He gave His life so that we may have new life.


Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"


Listen! All of heaven's angels are singing of God's glory. That He would send His son for us, to live with us, to die for us, to be raised again that we may have life eternal. Hallelujah! Glory to God in the highest! Peace to all men!


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Monday, December 21, 2009

More forgotten pics

We took these while in Denver over Thanksgiving.

This collage is of our trip to Greeley to visit Mark's grandma, Dorthy the Great! We went to Red Robin {per Mark's request}, TCBY and then to a park to play and play.
These were taken up hiking around Mark's parent's house. Isn't he a cute little one? I love his hair in these pics but lately it's been a rat's nest in the back. So I gave in a buzzed it today. I don't have any pics yet but he's a cutie!
The Palmer's neighbors have a cool little club house so we hiked down to check it out. Don't you love their vests? They were a gift from my parents. The clubhouse, by the way, was awesome. We totally want one now.

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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Stockings

It's hard to believe that the tradition of hanging stocking up for Santa to fill with goodies actually springs from a legend begun some 17 centuries ago.

Nicholas, a son of devout Christian parents living in Turkey, was Bishop to the city of Myra, where he was much loved for his benevolence, particularly by the children.

In those days, as in some parts of the world today, there was a tradition that whenever a woman wanted to marry, her father must produce a dowry, or gifts to give to the bridegroom and his family. A woman without a dowry could not hope to marry.

Nicholas was aware that many in his parish were very poor, and, coming from a wealthy family himself, he often tried to help. One Christmas Eve, as was his custom, he was silently visiting the houses in his parish, making sure each of the children had a gift of some sort.

He had heard that the daughters of a man in the village had no dowry but dearly wished to marry, so when he came to their home, seeing they had left woollen stockings out to dry, he secretly placed enough money in each to ensure their dowry.

Nicholas was much beloved but didn't look at all like the Santa Claus (which means Saint Nicholas) we know today. He would almost certainly have had a brown skin and would have dressed in the clerical garb of the third century but because of his kindness at Christmas, we remember him and the stocking tradition still.

Dutch children put hay and carrots in their shoes for the horse of Sinterklass, or good old Santa Claus, now the patron saint of children but not everyone believes it is Santa who brings presents.

In Sweden it is a kindly gnome called the tomte who lives under the floorboards. And in Mexico, Spain and some parts of France children put out shoes, to be filled by the Three Kings. In northern France children hope they will not be visited by Pere Fouettard -- Father Spanker!

Italian children pray that La Befana will leave them gifts at Epiphany (Jan 6th) but in Greece the Saint of Letters, Agios Vasilis comes, unless you live in the mountains in which case, tiny elves are responsible for leaving you your heart's desire.

The tradition of giving gifts is symbolic of the gifts given to Jesus and of the fact that Jesus himself was a gift to the world

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Have you ever...

...seen this commercial?! Are you kidding me? If Mark got me this for Christmas I'd kill 'em!

CLICK HERE

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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Mistletoe = dung-on-a-twig


This one made me laugh so I had to share it too. And also, I'm not writing the paragraphs in green. I'm totally copying and pasting off a website -- www.mymerrychristmas.com --

Two words: parasite and dung.

One today can hardly believe the association of these two words with something so romantically quaint as mistletoe is now in our Christmas traditions. So let the reader beware. What follows may cause you to reconsider a symbol of the season so lovingly cherished by many.

Mistletoe, in a clinical definition, is a parasitic plant. It grows in the tops of oak trees and has roots that dig under the bark of its host, slowly sapping it of nutrients and life.

The common name of the plant comes from the ancient belief that mistletoe propagated from bird droppings. In ancient times it was a widely accepted principle that life could spring spontaneously from dung. "Mistel" is an Anglo Saxon word for "dung" and "tan" is the word for twig. Thus, the translation for the word today is the decidedly unromantic "dung-on-a-twig".

Given the unique nature of it's existence, mistletoe has long been associated with the magical and mysterious. It was thought to be a bestower of life, a promoter of fertility, a guard against poison and, appropriately, an aphrodisiac.

~ A Merry Tradition ~

In the Middle Ages, branches of mistletoe were hung from ceilings to ward off evil sprits. It was placed over entrances to homes and doorways to stables to prevent witches from entering. It was even believed that mistletoe could extinguish fire.

In some areas of England, farmers would give the Christmas bunch of mistletoe to the first cow that calved in the New Year, thinking it would bring fertility and luck to the entire herd in the coming year.

Mistletoe has always been symbolic of peace and love. In Scandinavia, mistletoe was considered a plant of peace, under which enemies could declare a truce or warring spouses kiss and make-up. The Greek festival of Saturnalia featured kissing under the mistletoe and it was included as part of marriage rites in ancient times to bless a couple with fertility.

In some parts of England the Christmas mistletoe is burned on the night of the 12th Day of Christmas, lest all the boys and girls who have kissed under it never marry. And for those who wish to observe the correct etiquette: a man should pluck a berry when he kisses a woman under the mistletoe, and when the last berry is gone, there should be no more kissing!

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Thankful Thursday

Today I am thankful...

...that I found these Thanksgiving pictures! I had almost forgotten about them. I must post them! {like how I worked these in here?}
Dinner at the Palmer's
Making little turkeys at the Cooper's

...for my sister Katie in New York. I got to talk to her on the phone yesterday! Yeah! She gently reminded me that I need more pictures on here. I'm working on it. I'll gently remind her that there's a link to leave comments at the bottom of the posts....I love hearing from her! :) Love you sister!

...for a generous, giving person(s) who anonymously blessed us this Christmas!

...for the UPS man. He bringeth gifts!

...for the postal worker who works [almost] every single day to bring me my mail. Unfortunately it's mostly bills and junk mail but this time of year she's brought us lots of cards. I love Christmas cards! Not the endless catalogs though....

...time. It goes by quickly but I'm thankful for every second I have on this earth.

...tears. Sometimes it just feels good to cry.

...that our pastors got the ok to go to China to pick up their newest daughter, Jubilee! Linn is there right now, with her, waiting to bring her home. What an absolute Christmas miracle! Check out these adorable pictures of her! There are more pics on her website. These are just the ones from their first meeting. Jubilee is one happy little girl and Linn is one happy mama!

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What have we been up to?

LOTS! It's Christmas time of course. And there is always plenty to keep us busy this time of year. Hence the blog a few days ago about refocusing on Jesus this season.

Last week we had a blizzard, a snow day at home shoveling, Bluegrass Christmas Concert, Christmas shopping {with all 3 kids!}, our small group Christmas party, rehearsal for the kids' Christmas program, the intention of going to 2 Christmas open house parties but got snowed in, church, and finally the actual kids' Christmas program. Whew! I'm kinda glad that week is over! Here's a few pictures from the fun we've been having.

This pic was taken on Tuesday - the snow day. The older kids went out to "help" Mark shovel. Jack and I stayed inside our toasty warm house.

My hero shoveler
I love her smile!I think he looks Russian...The snow was up to his waist!
This was taken the day of their practice. Jack was not in the concert but he sure makes a cute reindeer.
I loved all of these pictures so I had to make a collage! Kate and her friend Madison.

During the performance.
Let me just tell you that these little boys were hysterical. Each one had their own little style throughout the program. Whether it was flicking reindeer ears, yawning, removing their arms from their sweaters etc...they each have their own unique style. And if I can do it I'm gonna send the video to AFV and win me $100,000! :)
Kate loves to sing. Kale...not so much.

My beautiful reindeer!
After the program we attempted to wrangle the children for a kid shot. You can see from these photos that we weren't very successful.




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Monday, December 14, 2009

Decorating Christmas Trees

So here's my third post {of many} on the beginning of Christmas traditions. If you want to know why I decided to started informing everyone about the origins of traditions you can read my post here :) I really think that some of this is interesting information. Hopefully you're entertained as well.

I promise that this does not mean I am not going to write updates of our family. In fact the reason I'm posting this one today is because I haven't had a chance to download the pictures from last nights Christmas program at church. And of course Mark took his camera with him to work. They had a bunch of pictures to download there too. SO! Here's the history of decorating that tree! By the way, don't you find it amusing that for a month {or so} out of the year we have a tree in our living rooms? Sometimes more!

Enter any department store from now until New Year's and aisles packed with plastic ornaments, glistening garland, and blinking lights will greet you at every turn. What was once a simple family tradition has become a multimillion-dollar industry with decorations becoming more elaborate and costly each year. Where did this tradition begin and how did it become such an integral part of the holiday festivities?

Like the majority of practices associated with Christmas, the tradition arose from the intermingling of ancient Roman beliefs and the spreading Christian religion. Early Christians believed certain trees flowered unseasonably on Christmas Eve as homage to Jesus' birth. This belief combined with the Roman practice of decorating their homes with greenery for the New Year formed the basis of our modern fascination with icicles and fancy angel tree toppers.

The decorating of various structures and trees has been recorded in Europe from the 17th century on, but the first written account of a "Christmas tree" did not appear until 1605. According to John Matthew's The Winter Solstice, an anonymous German citizen that year recorded trees being decorated with "roses cut out of many colored paper, apples, wafers, gold-foil, [and] sweets". What about chaser lights and oodles of wrapped gifts? It was more than 100 years later when Professor Karl Gottfried Kissling of the University of Wittenburg wrote of people adding candles for decorations and placing children's wrapped branches around the bottom of the small indoor trees.

Even though the practice was initially condemned by religious leaders, it spread from Germany to Finland through Norway and Denmark. In 1840, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert of England endorsed the tradition by displaying their own ornately decorated tree at their palace. By the early 1900s, decorating the tree was as much a part of Christmas as Santa Claus and opening presents.

Of course, the early trees were decorated differently than today's evergreens. Early ornaments were usually hand-crafted or edible. Nuts, candies, fruits, and pieces of colored paper were the most common. The average modern tree is decorated with a combination of store-bought ornaments and family memorabilia with several strings of lights strewn over the branches instead of candles, but no matter how the tree is decorated it still symbolizes a timeless Christmas tradition of families gathered together exchanging presents and love.

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Christmas Tree


Christmas trees are probably the most well known symbol of Christmas. They have been used for centuries, and can be found in all corners of the world. Christmas trees can be harvested from a tree farm or bought, boxed, at the store. They have been made of plastic, aluminum, or feathers. They are made in Korea, Taiwan, and Hong Kong, and grown in our own states. You can get the traditional green, or opt for a tree that is blue, white, silver, frosted, or even fiber optic.

The term "Christmas tree" is a much beloved one, conjuring images of presents and snow and family. There is much history behind the Christmas tree, as well as many beautiful legends surrounding it.

Integrated into our modern Christmas tree customs are ancient Egyptian and Roman traditions, medieval pagan rituals, early Christian practices, and Victorian nostalgia. It is known that early Egyptians, on the shortest day of winter, would bring green palms into their homes to symbolize life's triumph over death. In the middle ages Romans celebrated the Paradise Tree. Actors would portray the fall of Adam and Eve, with the evergreen standing for Paradise and man's fall, but also the promise of salvation.

In the 16th century the first official Christmas tree was recorded at Strasbourg, Germany. The tradition of the Christmas tree was brought to the United States by Hessian soldiers hired to fight for England in the Revolutionary War. That tradition was further spread in the 1830's by German settlers in Pennsylvania. In 1841 Prince Albert set the first English Christmas tree at Windsor Castle for the holiday pleasure of his wife, Queen Victoria.

As the history of the Christmas tree has been documented for years, many legends have arisen regarding the origin of the Christmas tree. One oft repeated legend tells the tale of St. Boniface, a missionary who spread Christianity throughout France and Germany in the 700's. This story tells that St. Boniface came upon a group of folks who had tied a child to an oak tree as a human sacrifice to their pagan god, Thor. To save the child, St. Boniface felled this oak with one blow. As the tree split, a beautiful young fir tree sprang forth. St. Boniface used this instance to show these simple people how the branches of the fir made an arrow pointing to heaven, and that the fir is a holy tree, a symbol of the Christ Child and promise of eternal life. St. Boniface instructed them to take the evergreen into their homes and to surround it with gifts. This legend is said to be the origin of the Christian tradition of the Christmas tree.

Another beautiful legend of the Christmas tree depicts the Holy Family's flight to Egypt. As Joseph and Mary were pursued by Herod's soldiers, who had instructions to capture and return the Infant Jesus to Herod, the Holy Family was often given shelter by various plants. When Mary became too weary to travel, they stopped at the edge of a forest. A gnarled old pine tree invited the Holy Family to rest within its trunk. The tree closed its branches and kept Mary, Jesus, and Joseph safe. Upon leaving, the Christ Child put His hand in blessing upon the staunch pine. The imprint of Baby Jesus' hand remained as a sign of his gratitude. Legend says that to this day the print of Jesus' hand is visible within the fruit of this evergreen, the pinecone.

These beautiful traditions and legends of the Christmas tree have been handed down through the ages. The Christmas tree remains the centerpiece of many holiday celebrations. In some homes, the tree is a gorgeous artificial tree, kept stored to be reused year after year. Some families choose to put up a real tree. Tree lots spring up on parking lots at Thanksgiving. Some people trek to tree farms, hiking the forest to choose and chop down their own tree. For every real tree harvested, two or three seedlings are planted in its place. One acre of a tree farm produces enough oxygen for 18 people. The top Christmas tree producing states are Oregon, Michigan, Pennsylvania, California, and North Carolina. Among the top selling varieties of trees are the balsam fir, Douglas fir, Fraser fir, and Scotch pine. A natural tree brings into the home the true scent and atmosphere of Christmas.

The use of the evergreen tree as a holiday decoration isn't even exclusive to Christian religions. Many Jewish families use the pine tree as a seasonal decoration, hanging snowmen or other winter symbols as ornaments. The pine tree is considered by many to be a "safe" symbol of the winter holidays. Many civic organizations decorate evergreens as a way of celebrating the season of Christmas in a secular fashion. The evergreen tree can be considered a symbol of endurance, a sign of nature's beauty surviving the harsh cold of winter.

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The most wonderful time of the year


I love Christmas-time. It's the most won-der-ful tiiiiiiiiiime of the year! Seriously! I love the lights, the tree, the music, the cheer, the gift-giving. It's all so fun. I also dig Christmas traditions. One year while Mark and I were doing youth we decided to look into some Christmas traditions and teach why we celebrate things.

As you may have guessed, most Christmas traditions were not started by Christians. If we truly wanted to celebrate Christmas with no pagan influence then we are left with the Bible and some Christmas hymns. It wouldn't even be on the 25th of December! You wouldn't have a tree, wreaths, decorations, candy canes, Santa Claus, lights, stockings, advent wreaths etc.

I'm not writing this to say don't celebrate Christmas if you really consider yourself a Christian. Like I said, I love Christmas-time and I am definitely a Christian. I'm just saying that it's all in how you celebrate it. As with anything, if your focus isn't on Christ then your focus is off. At Christmas it's easy to be distracted by traditions. Distracted by gift-giving, decorating, baking, Christmas tree hunting, partying, the Christmas card mailing, Santa Claus-ing, shopping, gift-wrapping, the children's programs, the lights, the music, anything! And it's easy to forget the the whole reason we celebrate Christmas is to celebrate the birth of our Savior. Our God who came to earth to be with us, to live with us, to save us. The greatest gift ever! He can get lost in the hectic-ness and crazyness of the season.

I also know that this message is repeated every Christmas. Do not forget the reason for the season. But I also heard something on the radio the other day. They said:

Christmas is not a party, a gift or a season. It's a person.

Such a great reminder to me as I sit on my couch looking at the beautiful Christmas lights, the beautiful tree, the awesome hand-knit stockings, the garland and decorations. All of it is fun. All of it is special. But none of it matters for eternity. Only Jesus. He's Who I celebrate this Christmas. Thank you God for sending your son to earth to live with us, to die for us, to conquer death....for us. Now that's a Merry Christmas.

PS. I think that we can redeem many Christmas traditions. While they may have pagan origins, they can be used to glorify God. I'll show you in upcoming posts.

And now, because I find it very interesting, I thought I'd spend a few days sharing where Christmas traditions came from. Enjoy.


The idea to celebrate Christmas on December 25 originated in the 4th century. The Catholic Church wanted to eclipse the festivities of a rival pagan religion that threatened Christianity's existence. The Romans celebrated the birthday of their sun god, Mithras during this time of year. Although it was not popular, or even proper, to celebrate people's birthdays in those times, church leaders decided that in order to compete with the pagan celebration they would themselves order a festival in celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. Although the actual season of Jesus' birth is thought to be in the spring, the date of December 25 was chosen as the official birthday celebration as Christ's Mass so that it would compete head on with the rival pagan celebration. Christmas was slow to catch on in America. The early colonists considered it a pagan ritual. The celebration of Christmas was even banned by law in Massachusetts in colonial days.
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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Thankful Thursday

I am a bit on the grumpy side this afternoon. And as I was thinking about what a grump I am I was reminded {by the Holy Spirit of course} that today is Thursday. And today is the day I have set aside to remind myself of all I have to be thankful for. SO!

I am thankful...

...that today is Thursday. We get to go to our Bluegrass Christmas Celebration this evening at church. It's a great time to be entertained and surrounded by everything Christmas.

...for the snow. Despite having to shovel waaaaaay too much of it, I am thankful for a beautiful covering on the ground. You can't help but ooh and aah when you look outside at the beauty of freshly fallen snow.

...for shovels. Imagine shoveling with just our hands? Or a twig?! Yuck...

...for my hands, feet and back, that while sore, work just wonderfully to shovel all the beautiful snow.

...for Mark's help in shoveling all the snow. {Can you tell I needed to reset my attitude toward almost 2 feet of snow?}

...for a working furnace. Heat is my friend.

...for a roof over our heads.

...for friends and neighbors who are so willing to help us whenever we need it {whether we know or acknowledge we need help or not!}

...for a loving, gracious, God who gives us seasons to enjoy. Everything in the natural represents something in the supernatural. What a wonderful world we live in and enjoy!

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Betcha didn't know

My parents gave Jack a play nativity set for his birthday this year. And like most of Jack's toys {of which he has very few} the older two like to take them and play with them. Which suits Jack just fine since he's usually busy stealing and playing with their toys. Anyway, this new nativity scene has led to an extended version of the Christmas story. For example:

You may not know but Jesus received a 4th gift from another wise-man.

A plane ride.

Mary is in the back. Joseph is in front of her. And well baby Jesus? He's in the manger of course! They had to bring the manger with them! I don't think the sheep, cows and camels fit.
And of course the wise-man is flying the jumbo jet. Creative don't you think?

At one time Jesus was flying the plane himself but then Kale decided it'd be better if the wise-man flew it. Safer I suppose....

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

As Promised

We woke up this morning to blowing snow - insane amounts of it! Our furnace is not lighting. It's 57 degrees in here! We've uncovered the vent on the roof. Blown out all the CO2 (let me tell you also, that we have a CO2 alarm and it has not gone off. It's in the same room as the furnace. We are trying to be very careful. I promise!) and tried to relight it. But it just keeps blowing out. Thankfully we have a space heater and the electricity still works so we're not completely frozen yet :)

Mark is home today - whoohoo! I canceled my Dr appt. The woman who answered the phone at the Dr's office had to ski to work. Believe me, I asked how she got to work today.

Since I typed the first paragraph we've been able to light the pilot light. Now we're praying for some seriously warm air to come out of the vents. Now onto the pictures.

Before you tell me how ugly our bathroom was, understand that this was the first room Mark and I attempted to paint almost 8 years ago. I had no taste. Ick! Ick! I really don't know what I was thinking...Needless to say I've been totally wanting to redo it anyway but haven't had the time. Now I don't really have the time but it's absolutely necessary :) So here are the pictures I promised of the bathroom so far.
Here's the vanity.
View from the doorway
Ugly, cheap plastic tub.
Note the floor bubbling up near the vanity
Under the tub. Eww!
Black stuff is mold. How awful was that?! That was all hidden under the bottom of the cupboard.
Tearing up the floor. Notice Mark's head under the house.
Cutting up the floor.

Torn out drywall. It was just yucky I tell you!
Our rebuilt floor. This is basically how it looks now. We've got some work to do now. But we are on the building stage not the tearing down stage.

So now my house is starting to warm up. I think we're at 58 degrees now. But it's working. Maybe I need to do some baking. I need an excuse to use the oven!


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God is the God of our yesterdays. He allows us the memory of them so we can turn the past into the ministry for the future.

"I don't think you can explain how Christian faith works. It is a mystery. And I love this about Christian spirituality. It cannot be explained, and yet it is beautiful and true. It is something you feel, and it comes from the soul."