Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Presents? No! Gifts? YES!!
Most assuredly, not all will feel as I, but if there is one person struggling with their giving this Christmas, may these words offer substance to redirect your thinking.
It seems that our society is caught up in the gimmickry of materialism at Christmas. Items are displayed in stores earlier and earlier each year. This past September, you could walk into most stores and find Christmas (called "holiday" now) alive and on sale. The aisles hollered out: Buy Me, Buy Me - and it continues to do so, with us having traveled past Columbus Day, Halloween, Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving. (No holiday can stand in the way of marketing the all mighty dollar). How sad that things have taken the place of the true meaning of giving. Why doesn't Neighbor Sally's jar of pickle relish, Auntie May's embroidered dish towels, or Grandma Gracie's crocheted tablecloth - all fashioned with loving hands, now mean so little? Why do the things which should matter most become white elephants to be boxed and placed in the closet, or even worse yet, taken to a thrift store for use as a tax deduction?
Gifts should never be measured in size or cost, nor should we be ashamed for not giving an expensive present. True, many judge us by the price of the present. That’s ridiculous! Contentment cannot be determined by the distribution /receipt of costly items. Why, next year will you remember what you received this year? Or more importantly, will you still appreciate it? Substance is not love, nor will it bring true happiness. If a price tag means joy, let's leave the price tags on. (Oh, I’ve done that a time or two due to hurriedly trying to get stuff wrapped. How embarrassing it was!!). If cost matters, let's make sure the tags are in conspicuous places to be noticed the minute the package is opened, and that the price tag screams out as to price and place purchased. Let's tell our children, our grandchildren, our parents, and/or our friends what we feel they are worth - $47.50, 79.95, $154.89, $275.99, $398.88, $487.67, or $??? I'm sure you get my drift.
For Christmas, let's decide whether we are going to give a present or give a gift. Presents are normally cold, usually expensive, and distributed without genuine care or concern - and is the result of the use of a credit card, letting a payment lapse, or shall I go a little further, IOU’ing your tithes. Sorry, just couldn’t resist but there are those who find such importance in giving presents. Sad, isn't it? The gift, however, is gift is warm, shows affection and might not cost a penny, and if there is a cost, it is done with much selectivity, care and love - and it won't mortgage your paychecks until next Christmas (or beyond). Gifts will last long after the batteries are dead, the wrap is tossed in the dumpster, and the thank you notes are written. Gifts live on...
Two of my greatest gifts came by way of love. Although one was not given at Christmas, it still speaks of what really counts, and declares that the spirit of Christmas should be alive in the heart all year round.
Treasured is a green ware Nativity set from my two sons, Mark and Cameron, for my birthday in 1976. I returned home from the hospital where my husband was in ICU. It was slightly after midnight but the two were waiting up for me. At first I scolded them for being up so late (which I regret to this day), and then realized that they were giving their love in such a special way. Opening that gift and watching their expressions still burns in my heart. It is priceless. I glazed and fired it in time for Christmas, and now each year, the Nativity is proudly displayed at Christmas (and sometimes throughout the whole year). Although, Mark is no longer with us, his memory lives on and his love continues to touch me when I look at this set that two precious boys bought with their hearts.
Another treasure as to what matters most - a tiny grin at Christmas from granddaughter Zoe when her mother Barbara tried to get a 3-1/2 month old to play with toys for age 3 years and up. Being our first grandbaby, we never once checked to see if the toys were suitable for a baby. Zoe loved the toys, and what a lasting memory we have. She gave us love with a precious smile and some small gestures of excitement. In less than two months, she was taken to dwell with angels. Nothing could ever take the place of that Christmas Day, and every Christmas her memory burns brightly as a gift of love.
Oh, there have been many other gifts given by my loved ones, and since the miles sometimes don't allow us to be together for the holidays, the memories of their gifts of love are gathered and treasured in my heart.
Friend, don’t judge this season by the lack of presents (yes, presents). Please judge the season by the gifts given of yourself to those you love. Those gifts are found in the heart, not under a tree.
Merry Christmas – and treasured Gifts to you all!
It seems that our society is caught up in the gimmickry of materialism at Christmas. Items are displayed in stores earlier and earlier each year. This past September, you could walk into most stores and find Christmas (called "holiday" now) alive and on sale. The aisles hollered out: Buy Me, Buy Me - and it continues to do so, with us having traveled past Columbus Day, Halloween, Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving. (No holiday can stand in the way of marketing the all mighty dollar). How sad that things have taken the place of the true meaning of giving. Why doesn't Neighbor Sally's jar of pickle relish, Auntie May's embroidered dish towels, or Grandma Gracie's crocheted tablecloth - all fashioned with loving hands, now mean so little? Why do the things which should matter most become white elephants to be boxed and placed in the closet, or even worse yet, taken to a thrift store for use as a tax deduction?
Gifts should never be measured in size or cost, nor should we be ashamed for not giving an expensive present. True, many judge us by the price of the present. That’s ridiculous! Contentment cannot be determined by the distribution /receipt of costly items. Why, next year will you remember what you received this year? Or more importantly, will you still appreciate it? Substance is not love, nor will it bring true happiness. If a price tag means joy, let's leave the price tags on. (Oh, I’ve done that a time or two due to hurriedly trying to get stuff wrapped. How embarrassing it was!!). If cost matters, let's make sure the tags are in conspicuous places to be noticed the minute the package is opened, and that the price tag screams out as to price and place purchased. Let's tell our children, our grandchildren, our parents, and/or our friends what we feel they are worth - $47.50, 79.95, $154.89, $275.99, $398.88, $487.67, or $??? I'm sure you get my drift.
For Christmas, let's decide whether we are going to give a present or give a gift. Presents are normally cold, usually expensive, and distributed without genuine care or concern - and is the result of the use of a credit card, letting a payment lapse, or shall I go a little further, IOU’ing your tithes. Sorry, just couldn’t resist but there are those who find such importance in giving presents. Sad, isn't it? The gift, however, is gift is warm, shows affection and might not cost a penny, and if there is a cost, it is done with much selectivity, care and love - and it won't mortgage your paychecks until next Christmas (or beyond). Gifts will last long after the batteries are dead, the wrap is tossed in the dumpster, and the thank you notes are written. Gifts live on...
Two of my greatest gifts came by way of love. Although one was not given at Christmas, it still speaks of what really counts, and declares that the spirit of Christmas should be alive in the heart all year round.
Treasured is a green ware Nativity set from my two sons, Mark and Cameron, for my birthday in 1976. I returned home from the hospital where my husband was in ICU. It was slightly after midnight but the two were waiting up for me. At first I scolded them for being up so late (which I regret to this day), and then realized that they were giving their love in such a special way. Opening that gift and watching their expressions still burns in my heart. It is priceless. I glazed and fired it in time for Christmas, and now each year, the Nativity is proudly displayed at Christmas (and sometimes throughout the whole year). Although, Mark is no longer with us, his memory lives on and his love continues to touch me when I look at this set that two precious boys bought with their hearts.
Another treasure as to what matters most - a tiny grin at Christmas from granddaughter Zoe when her mother Barbara tried to get a 3-1/2 month old to play with toys for age 3 years and up. Being our first grandbaby, we never once checked to see if the toys were suitable for a baby. Zoe loved the toys, and what a lasting memory we have. She gave us love with a precious smile and some small gestures of excitement. In less than two months, she was taken to dwell with angels. Nothing could ever take the place of that Christmas Day, and every Christmas her memory burns brightly as a gift of love.
Oh, there have been many other gifts given by my loved ones, and since the miles sometimes don't allow us to be together for the holidays, the memories of their gifts of love are gathered and treasured in my heart.
Friend, don’t judge this season by the lack of presents (yes, presents). Please judge the season by the gifts given of yourself to those you love. Those gifts are found in the heart, not under a tree.
Merry Christmas – and treasured Gifts to you all!
Friday, December 17, 2010
It's Not in the Things!
Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display - so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, it isn't the snow. It isn't the tree nor the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again. - Unknown
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Babies Are Special
Monday, December 13, 2010
Let Curiosity Reign!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Church
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Storing Treasures
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matt 6.19-21 (NIV)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
May We Softly Glow
It makes no noise at all,
But softly gives itself away;
While quite unselfish, it grows small.
- Eva K. Logue
But softly gives itself away;
While quite unselfish, it grows small.
- Eva K. Logue
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Keep Pressing On...We're Almost Home
When I see the state of this world with its diseases, heartache, pain, pitfalls, and other cares of life, the lyrics of this song reach out and speak volumes to my heart. Perhaps, your heart is feeling the same way. May this you.tube message be an encouragement for us to "keep pressing on".
Listen...can't you hear it coming?
Prophesies are being fulfilled
Look at, how the world is changing
It's like a dream, only it's real
Soon the battle will be over!
We'll sing the victory song!
Everyday we're getting closer!
O' Child, keep pressing on...We're Almost Home...
Earthquakes, hunger and diseases
Wrong is right, and right is wrong
And people, trying to deceive us
Can't you see, it won't be long?
Soon the race will be completed!
We've got to finish strong!
Jesus will be there to greet us!!
O' Church, keep pressing on...We're Almost Home...
Soon the battle will be over!
We'll sing the victory song!
Everyday we're getting closer!
O' Child, keep pressing on...We're Almost Home...
We're Almost Home...We're Almost Home......Almost Home.
Listen...can't you hear it coming?
Prophesies are being fulfilled
Look at, how the world is changing
It's like a dream, only it's real
Soon the battle will be over!
We'll sing the victory song!
Everyday we're getting closer!
O' Child, keep pressing on...We're Almost Home...
Earthquakes, hunger and diseases
Wrong is right, and right is wrong
And people, trying to deceive us
Can't you see, it won't be long?
Soon the race will be completed!
We've got to finish strong!
Jesus will be there to greet us!!
O' Church, keep pressing on...We're Almost Home...
Soon the battle will be over!
We'll sing the victory song!
Everyday we're getting closer!
O' Child, keep pressing on...We're Almost Home...
We're Almost Home...We're Almost Home......Almost Home.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Going Shopping?
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Have Any Familarity With The Sluggard?
Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head.
"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;"
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number,
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.
I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
That he took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking;
But scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me,"
This man's but a picture of what I might be:
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head.
"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;"
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number,
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.
I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
That he took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking;
But scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me,"
This man's but a picture of what I might be:
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Crunch! Rustle!
Friday, November 19, 2010
What Will Remain?
These pictures speak a thousand words, showing the remains of buildings in Drawbridge (formerly, Saline City, which is located at the south end of the San Francisco Bay). Drawbridge was known as a hunting village but by 1979 it had become a ghost town. Today if you travel the area, you will see the old dilapidated buildings slowly sinking into the marshlands. It is an example of what some men call progress, while others call it rejection.
Seeing this old town once again made me to think, could this happen to the Apostolic Truths of today? Will our wonderful heritage be abandoned in favor of flasher, more modern structures? God help us all to preserve this precious Truth that was one day built to house our spiritual being.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Fear Not
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Words - No Action = Nothing Done
Some people have a gift for words but one day, I believe, we all will be required to account for every idle, unfruitful word. For in living for the Lord, we must do our best each day to perform that which we speak from our mouth into actions to further His Kingdom.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Praise Him Forever
Any victory that does not more than conquer is just an imitation victory. While we are suppressing and wrestling, we are only imitating victory. If Christ lives in us, we will rejoice in everything, and we will thank and praise the Lord. We will say, "Hallelujah! Praise the Lord" forever. - Watchman Nee
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Adversity's Wind
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Gathering Fruit
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
No Limits
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