[msb-alumni] Re: OT: The Christmas Pageant
- From: Vicki Kitts <gvkitts@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "msb-alumni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <msb-alumni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 23:25:36 -0500
Thanks Christine. That was cute. Loved it.
Vicki -74
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> On Dec 22, 2014, at 3:33 PM, willie jones <wjones007@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>
> thanks for sending that was great
>
> -----Original Message----- From: friend_bride_wife
> Sent: Monday, December 22, 2014 11:09 AM
> To: msb-alumni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
> Subject: [msb-alumni] OT: The Christmas Pageant
>
> 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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