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Merry Christmas

December 25, 2012

A few things to share –

> All of us at one time or another have heard of traditions or legends or stories from our culture that are special to us,… Share it with us and help us learn something new!

russellpastureA few come to mind…the first of an early Christmas special ~ There is a legend that the night the Christ child was born in Bethlehem, the animals were given a voice, so that they could proclaim the good news & herald the “Newborn King”. On the night the earth prepares to celebrate the event, once again, quietly, animals are again given the gift of speech at midnight. A variation is it is His gratitude for the manger and the stable the animals provided. It sounds silly but on Christmas eve after gifts were opened we used to sneak out to the barn and watch the cows and horses, sometimes falling asleep in the warmth of the hay, with the body heat of the animals warming the barn.

Another is the story of the lowly donkey. A means to be ridiculed, long the butt of jokes the donkey was the transport of the poor, the common people. Horses were for the powerful and wealthy. The modern donkey still bears the stereotype of being less valued than a horse. On almost all donkeys is a cross – a distinctive stripe down the back and crossed on the shoulders. Sometimes there are stripes on the legs. It is said that the donkey got the distinctive cross on its back from carrying the Lord and had also received the leg stripes from walking through the palm branches that were laid in his path in honor of the burden he was carrying. Even spotted donkeys often show this very dominant marking – black donkeys it doesn’t show but is visible on their grey offspring. It was always the donkey Jesus used…it was a donkey Mary was on that December night. It was a donkey that carried Jesus on many occasions documented in the Bible.

It is these ordinary, lowly things that people question why shepherds were among the first to hear of His birth. Not kings, or many in powerful positions but ordinary lowly shepherds…a job that, still, very few want. Likely they were the ones awake to see the star. They were receptive to the news.

These thoughts always rise this time of year…and I can’t look at a donkey without thinking of His sacrifice, not with kings on horses but with ordinary people and donkeys. So often today it seems we want newer, better, faster. May we always be happy with a donkey.

It’s been just over (several) years since losing three daughters of Gael. I was looking for something in the archives of a list and came by the post…

“…3 daughters of the infamous rattie-obsessed-stare-down Gael. Gina has a picture of her doing that somewhere. The pups were just starting to follow
movement…couldn’t sweep the floor with the two bigger ones in the room. It wasn’t illness…they were fine just a few hours before. I’d gone through and searched the rooms before putting the pups down
there when the weather turned cold. They had to have found something I didn’t…I just don’t know what. I looked for mouse/rat bait…for anything that was toxic and found nothing. Can’t take the risk of
losing the last 2 male pups…brought them out of the basement. OTOH a really spooky thing yesterday…was driving up to my dad’s farm to bury them together…and consoling myself that there must be 3 kids in heaven who needed pups cause they all went so quick and together. Pushed it aside, was looking at the paper later and read of four kids who fell through the ice…three of them weren’t found in time. On Saturday. I had to put the paper down and walk away.”

Several years ago someone sent this to me and it so captures the meaning of *Christmas* I like to pass it on. I don’t know the original author – it’s been floating around for some time.

A Christmas Story
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted so bad that year for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible, instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt”, he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight”. I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhen I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high sideboards”, he said. “Here, help me”. The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood—the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. “Pa”, I asked, “what are you doing”?

“You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately”? he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah”, I said, “why”? “I rode by just today”, Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt”. That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.
“What’s in the little sack”? I asked?
“Shoes. They’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy”.

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn’t have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it”?
“Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit”. Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
“We brought you a few things, Ma’am”, Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children—sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out. “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am”, Pa said, then he turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring enough in to last for awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up”. I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I’d never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. “God bless you”, she said.
“I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us”. In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell”. I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, ‘May the Lord bless you’, I know for certain that He will”. Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand”.
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life,
whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

My Christmas gift to you is my best
wishes that this Christmas you’ll be able to:

Mend a quarrel!
Seek out a forgotten friend
Dismiss suspicion & replace it with trust
Write a letter
Give a soft answer
Encourage youth
Manifest your loyalty in word & deed
Keep a promise
Forgo a grudge
Forgive an enemy
Try to understand
Examine your demands on others
Think first of someone else
Be kind
Be Gentle
Laugh a little more
Express your gratitude
Welcome a stranger
Gladden the heart of a child
Take pleasure in the beauty & wonder of the earth
Speak your love & then speak it again

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