[msb-alumni] Re: OT: The Christmas Pageant
- From: Richard McKinley <mcfurbie@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: "msb-alumni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <msb-alumni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 10:34:13 -0600
I'm off to put ketchup and mustard all over myself and wrap myself up in the
covers to see what it's like to be a hot dog.
> On Dec 22, 2014, at 10:09 AM, friend_bride_wife
> <friend_bride_wife@xxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>
> The Christmas Pageant
>
>
> My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years
> but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some serious praying and
> promised God that
> if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my
> heart and raise it with His Word as my guide.
>
>
> God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.
>
>
> The next year God blessed us with another son.
>
>
> The following year, he blessed us with yet another son.
>
>
> The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.
>
>
> My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had four
> children, and the oldest was only four years old.
>
>
> I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it, as a minister once
> told me, "If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."
>
>
> I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they
> lay in their cribs...
> I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I
> didn't want to disappoint Him.
>
>
> I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the
> kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.
>
>
> I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel forhomeless frogs in
> the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all
> twenty-three frogs.
>
>
> When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket
> to see how it felt to be a hot dog,I tried
> to see the humor rather than the mess.
>
>
> In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot
> meal and never sleeping for more than thirty
> minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.
>
>
> While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother, (I didn't even come
> close), I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.
>
>
> I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told My daughter we were
> going to church to worship God, and
> she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too.
>
>
> Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us
> everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his
> "last wife."
>
>
> My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter
> was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a
> wise man. This was their moment to shine.
>
>
> My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, "We found the babe wrapped
> in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The baby was wrapped in
> wrinkled clothes."
>
>
> My four-year-old "Mary" said, "That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's
> dirty, rotten clothes."
>
>
> A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by
> an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing.
>
>
> I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing
> Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, "Mama-mama."
>
>
> Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men
> arrived.
>
>
> My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at
> the manger and announced, "We are the three wise men, and we are bringing
> gifts of gold, common sense and fur."
>
>
> The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing
> ovation.
>
>
> "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one," laughed the
> pastor, wiping tears from his eyes. "For the rest of my life, I'll never hear
> the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur."
>
>
> "My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I
> dug through my purse for an aspirin.
>
> --
> Christine Diller
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> friend_bride_wife@xxxxxxxxxxxx
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> "It is Christmas in the mansion,
> Yule-log fires & silken frocks;
> It is Christmas in the cottage,
> Mother's filling little socks.
> It is Christmas on the highway,
> In the thronging, busy mart;
> But the dearest, truest Christmas,
> Is the Christmas in the heart"
> -- Author Unknown
>
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