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Prayers
and Thoughts for Reflection
There
are hands that help and comfort, I
am your Creator. You were in my care even before you were born. God
has made us what we are. And in Christ Jesus, God has made us to do
good works which God planned in advance for us to live our lives doing. For
the spirit of Christmas fulfills the greatest hunger of mankind. Now
is the time for laughter, This
is the time for greeting Now
is the time for reunion This
is the time to be happy, If
the Lord delights in a man’s way, he makes his steps firm. Mistletoe
was used by the Druid priests 200 years before the birth of Christ
in their winter celebrations. They revered the plant since it had
no roots yet remained green during the cold winter months. The ancient
Celtics believed mistletoe to have magical healing powers. They used
it as an antidote for poison, infertility, and to ward off evil spirits.
It was also seen as a symbol of peace. It is believed that among Romans,
enemies who met under mistletoe would lay down their weapons and embrace.
Scandinavians associated the plant with their goddess of love, Frigga.
It is assumed that from this, the custom of kissing under the mistletoe
began with the promise of good luck and happiness in the following
year. Smile
on me, your servant, God; The
origin of Santa Claus begins in the 4th century with Saint Nicholas,
Bishop of Myra, an area in present day Turkey. Saint Nicholas was
devoted to children and a generous man. After his death around 340
AD, he was buried in Myra. In 1087 Italian sailors stole his remains
and removed them to Bari, Italy thus increasing his popularity in
Europe. His kindness and reputation for generosity led to thoughts
he could perform miracles and his popularity increased. Saint Nicholas
became the patron saint of Russia where he was known for his flowing
white beard and red cape. In Greece, he became the patron saint of
sailors. France made him the patron saint of lawyers. Belgium made
Saint Nicholas the patron of children and travelers. Churches were
dedicated to him and around the 12th century an official church holiday
was created in his honor. The Fest of St. Nicholas was celebrated
December 6. The day was marked by gift giving and charity. European
followers of Saint Nicholas dwindled after the Reformation. The legend
was kept alive in Holland where the Dutch spelling of his name Sint
Nikolaas. This was transformed to Sinterklaas. Dutch children would
leave their wooden shoes by the fireplace where Sinterklaas would
reward them with treats in their shoes. Dutch colonists brought this
tradition with them to America in the 17th century. This is where
the Anglican name of Santa Claus emerged. In 1822 Clement C. Moore
composed the poem ‘A Visit from Saint Nicholas’ published
as ‘The Night Before Christmas’ as a gift for his children. God
has . . . planted eternity in the human heart. Heavenly Father, in this time of hustle and bustle, a time when my thoughts turn to shopping and gift giving, skating and sledding, snowman making and laughter, cooking and company, cards and letters, memories and smiles, help me to remember the gift that you gave that blessed night so long ago. Show me how to love and to bring others to you. Change my thoughts. Control my days. Let others see Your Love through me. Amen It’s
Christmas! They
tell how angels caroled And
wise men, too, came from afar, It’s
Christmas! This
is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged
to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found
to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband
was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace,
he had in mind to divorce her quietly. But after he had considered
this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph
son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because
what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth
to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will
save his people from their sings.” All this took place to fulfill
what the Lord had said through the prophet: “The virgin will
be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him
Immanuel” which means, “God with us.” When Joseph
awoke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him. God’s
unchanging plan has always been to adopt us into his own family by
bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. And this gave him great
pleasure. Life
holds no sweeter thing than this – to teach a little child the
tale most loved on earth. And watch the wonder deepen in his eyes
the while you tell him of the Christ Child’s birth. And
there were shepherds living out in the fields. An angel of the Lord
appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and
they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be
afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people.
Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; He is Christ
the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped
in cloths and lying in a manger.” The shepherds said to one
another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that
has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” What
can I give Him If
I were a shepherd If
I were a Wise Man Yet
what can I give Him? You
are all children of God through faith in Christ Jesus. We
know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. There’s
more, much more to Christmas Give
more honor to others than to yourselves. Do not be interested only
in your own life, but be interested in the lives of others. Each
day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons. Our
friends are the people whom we choose; usually friends are the same
sort of people as ourselves. My neighbor is the man whom I do not
choose; he is the man whom God gives to me. He is the man who happens
to live in the house next to mine; he is the man who happens to sit
opposite to me in the train; he is the clerk who works at the desk
next to mine. I have no right to say that he is no concern of mine,
because, if I am a Christian, I know that he is the man whom God has
given to me. The
joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens,
easing others’ loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives
with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas. God
works through different people in different ways, but it is the same
God who achieves his purpose through them all. When
the song of the angels is stilled, To
find the lost, And
to radiate the Light of Christ, every day, Then
the work of Christmas begins. There
has been only one Christmas – the rest are anniversaries. Once
in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a
false-imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the
rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our
nature, -- loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may
be. O God, help me to remember what Christmas is all about. Remind me to share my happiness with others – my smile may be the only one another person receives today. Let me not forget to give it. Help me to look up and follow your star all year – every year. Help me to lead others to you. Thank you for those you lead to me. Amen Christmas
is forever, not for just one day, In
the past God spoke to our forefathers through the prophets at many
times and in various ways, but in these last days he has spoken to
us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom
he made the universe. Though the following song is believed to have been written much earlier, it wasn’t printed until 1780 in a children’s book, Mirth Without Mischief. It was a French song with hidden meanings to the teaching of the faith written as an encouragement to people to keep their faith alive not only when it is easy, but when any outward expressions of their faith could mean their life. The “true love” mentioned in the song doesn’t refer to an earthly suitor, it refers to God Himself. The “me” who receives the presents refers to every baptized person. The twelve days of Christmas in the song are the twelve days between the birth of Christ (Christmas, December 25) and the coming of the Magi, (Epiphany, January 6). The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments. Three French hens stood for Faith, Hope and Love, the Theological Virtues. The four calling birds were the four gospels or the four Evangelists of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first Five Books of the Old Testament, the Pentateuch which gives the history of man’s fall from grace. The six geese a-laying stood for the six Days of Creation. Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit, the seven sacraments: Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy. The eight maids a-milking were the eight Beatitudes. Nine ladies dancing were the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control. The ten lords a-leaping were the Ten Commandments. The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful Disciples. The
twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in
The Apostles’ Creed. Although
it is often thought that the term Xmas is disrespectful, its origin
shows this not to be true. Actually, this usage is nearly as old as
Christianity itself with it’s origins in the Greek language.
The first letter in the Greek word for Christ is ‘chi’.
It is represented by a symbol similar to the letter ‘X’
in the modern Roman alphabet. The Greek word for Christ is Xristos.
The abbreviation was not created specifically for the purpose of demeaning
Christ, Christians, Christianity, or Christmas. It is a very old artifact
of a very different language. Xmas became an abbreviated word for
Christmas and was first used by Europeans in the 16th century. Xian
is sometimes used as an abbreviatoin of the word Christian. Jesus
said, “Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams
of living water will flow from within him.” Blessed
is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love! I
need never feel abandoned or afraid. Poinsettias,
a native Mexican plant were named after Joel R. Poinsett, a U. S.
ambassador to Mexico who brought the plant to America in 1828. Poinsettias
were used by Mexican Franciscans in their 17th century Christmas celebrations.
Legend has it that a young Mexican boy on his way to visit the Christ
child at a village Nativity gathered pretty green branches from along
the road and brought them to the church. When the leaves were laid
at the manager, a beautiful star shaped flower appeared on its branch.
Since
you are God’s child, everything he has belongs to you. Try
to have a sane estimate of your capabilities. Be
sure to use the abilities God has given you. . . . Put these abilities
to work. John Pierpont died a failure. In 1866, at age eighty-one, he came to the end of his days as a government clerk in Washington, D.C., with a long string of personal defeats abrading his spirit. Things began well enough. He graduated from Yale, which his grandfather had helped found, and chose education as his profession with some enthusiasm. He was a failure at school teaching. He was too easy on his students. He turned to the legal world for training. He was a failure as a lawyer. He was too generous to his clients and too concerned about justice to take the cases that brought good fees. The next career he took up was that of dry-goods merchant. He was a failure as a businessman. He could not charge enough for his goods to make a profit, and was too liberal with credit. In the meantime he had been writing poetry, and though it was published, he didn’t collect enough royalties to make a living. He was a failure as a poet. And so he decided to become a minister, went off to Harvard Divinity School, was ordained as minister of the Hossis Street Church in Boston. But his position on Prohibition and against slavery got him crosswise with the influential members of his congregation and he was forced to resign. He was a failure as a minister. Politics seemed a place where he could make some difference, and he was nominated as the Abolition party candidate for governor of Massachusetts. He lost. Undaunted, he ran for Congress under the banner of the Free Soil Party. He lost. Someone found him an obscure job in the back offices of the Treasury Department in Washington. He finished out the last five years of his life as a menial file clerk. He wasn’t very good at that either. His heart was not in it. John Pierpont died a failure. He had accomplished nothing he set out to do or be. There is a small memorial stone marking his grave in Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The words in the granite read: Poet, Preacher, Philosopher, Philanthropist. From this distance in time, one might insist that he was not, in fact, a failure. His commitments to social justice, his desire to be a loving human being, his active engagement in the great issues of his times, and his faith in the power of the human mind, these are not failures. Much of what he though of as defeat became success. Education was reformed, legal processes were improved, credit laws were changed, and above all, slavery was abolished once and for all. Many
nineteenth century reformers had similar lives – similar failures
and successes. Serve
the Lord with all your heart. The
kingdom of God is within you. Make
a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness;
come before his presence with singing. When
Christ . . . shows up again on this earth, you’ll show up, too
– the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with
obscurity. According
to legend, Christmas stockings began when a nobleman upset by the
death of his wife squandered away his fortune leaving three young
daughters without dowries. St. Nicholas hearing of the girls plight
set forth to help. Wishing to remain anonymous, he rode his white
horse by the nobleman’s house and threw three small pouches
of gold down the chimney where they were captured by the stocking
the young girls had placed by the fireplace to dry. Jesus
said, “When you do good deeds, don’t try to show off.
If you do, you won’t get a reward from your Father in heaven.” God’s
gifts put man’s best dreams to shame. Kindle
afresh the gift of God which is in you. What
we are is God’s gift to us. What we become is our gift to God. Make
a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given,
and then sink yourself into that. Pray
as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended
on you. Reach
high, for stars lie hidden in your soul. Dream deep, for every dream
precedes the goal. Faith
sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable, and receives the impossible. Dear Lord, You have given me all that I need to get through this day. I trust You to provide what I’ll need tomorrow. Remind me to live one day at a time, not worrying about the yesterdays or the tomorrows. Help me to take time for myself, to take time for others, and most of all, to take time for you. Please use me to lift up others, as You have sent others to lift me. Thank you for the everyday gifts I so often take for granted. Remind me to open my eyes and see your divine touch in all things around me and to listen for your voice in the stillness of each day. Help me to see today how I can be useful. Amen I
wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open
a jar of it every month. The
Christmas tree can be traced back to the year 1604. In the 16th century
Germany fir trees were decorated, both inside and out, with apples,
roses, candies and colored paper. In the Middle Ages, a popular religious
play depicted the story of Adam and Eve’s expulsion from the
Garden of Eden. A fir tree hung with apples was used to symbolize
the Garden of Eden – the Paradise Tree. The play ended with
the prophecy of a savior coming. This was often performed during the
Advent season. It is believed that Protestant reformer Martin Luther
adorned trees with light. While coming home one December evening,
the beauty of the stars shining through the branches of a fir inspired
him to recreate this effect by placing candles on the branches of
a small fir inside his home. The Christmas tree was brought to England
by Queen Victoria’s husband, Prince Albert, from his native
Germany. The tree was popularized throughout Victorian England by
the famous 1848 etching of the Royal Family of Victoria, Albert and
their children gathered around a Christmas tree in Windsor Castle. I
have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children
assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The
Christmas tree was introduced to America by the Pennsylvania German
immigrants in the eighteenth century. Christmas itself, however, was
little celebrated in Colonial America, except in the Anglican and
Catholic Colonies of the South and where the Germans, Dutch, and Moravians
settled. The Puritans, who settled New England, forbade any observance
of Christmas celebrations, since they believed no day should be more
important than the Sabbath. After the American Revolution, Christmas
trees started to appear throughout America. These early trees were
unpretentious decorated with natural materials gathered from the fields,
woods, paper or fabric. Patchwork quilts were often placed at the
base of the tree. These trees were only a few feet high, set on tables,
and decorated with modest and simple ornaments such as nuts, homemade
cookies, strings of popcorn, and apples. Tree trimming was not widely
practiced in America until the Victorian period. By the middle of
the nineteenth century, people living in the cities could buy special
toys and imported glass ornaments for their trees. Around the turn
of the twentieth century, the Christmas tree became very popular in
America. Larger, floor to ceiling trees replaced table trees and were
decorated with store bought and homemade ornaments. People who did
not have a tree at home could enjoy the community tree set in the
local schoolhouse, town hall or church. By 1930 the decorated Christmas
tree had become a significant part of the American Christmas. He
who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree. I
pray that out of his glorious riches God may strengthen you with power
through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in
your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established
in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how
wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know
this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled
to the measure of all the fullness of God. Loving
Father, help us remember the birth of Jesus, For
it is impossible to be in the presence of Jesus and not be changed. It
was not long after Europeans began using Christmas trees that special
decorations were used to adorn them. Food items, such as candies and
cookies, were used predominately and straight white candy sticks were
one of the confections used as ornamentation. Legend has it that during
the 17th century, craftsmen created the white sticks of candy in the
shape of shepherds’ crooks at the suggestion of the choirmaster
at the Cologne Cathedral in Germany. The candy treats were given to
children to keep them quiet during religious ceremonies. This custom
soon spread throughout Europe. According to the National Confectioner’s
Association, in 1847 German immigrant August Imgard used the candy
cane to decorate a Christmas tree in Wooster, Ohio. Bob McCormack
of Albany, Georgia more than 50 years later made candy canes as treats
for family, friends, and local shopkeepers. McCormack’s brother-in-law
Catholic priest Gregory Keller, invented a machine in the 1950’s
that automated the production of candy canes and the popularity of
the candy cane grew. The symbolism of the color white represents Christ’s
purity and the red the blood he shed. The presence of the three red
stripes the Holy Trinity. There
are different kinds of service in the church, but it is the same Lord
we are serving. More
than 95% of all Americans receive at least one Christmas card each
year. The average is actually more than 70 cards per family. Millions
of cards are mailed each holiday season throughout the world. A museum
director in the mid 19th century liked to send yearly notes to his
friends at Christmas, just to wish them a joyful holiday season. His
name was Sir Henry Cole and was the first director of London’s
Victoria and Albert Museum. Sir Henry found himself too busy in the
Christmas season of 1843 to compose individual Christmas greetings
for his friends, but he still wanted to send a message of good cheer.
He asked his artist friend, John Calcott Horsely, to design a card
that he might sign and send. The card featured three panels, with
the center panel depicting a family enjoying Christmas festivities
and the card was inscribed with the message, “A Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year to You.” Those who received the cards loved
the idea and created cards of their own. This is how the Christmas
card began. It’s
happy, sparkling Christmastime, If
instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving
thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels
give. Feeling
gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not
giving it. To
give and then not feel that one has given is the very best of all
ways of giving. Fail
not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month,
that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that
day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth
is also of Heaven’s making. It
is Christmas in the heart that put Christmas in the air. The
joy of brightening other lives, bearing each other’s burdens,
easing other’s loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives
with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas. Christmas
– that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something
so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of
nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always
it will be a day of remembrance – a day in which we think of
everything we have ever loved. Christmas
waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer
and more beautiful. Remind
me Lord, that your gifts to me are meant to be shared in love, with
others. As
fits the holy Christmas birth, German
and British front-line soldiers sang carols, exchanged gifts, and
played soccer during a World War I Christmas truce. In the winter
of 1914, on the battlefields of Flanders, Belgium one of the most
unusual events in history took place. The Germans had been in a fierce
battle with the British and French with both sides safe in muddy,
man made trenches six to eight feet deep. All of a sudden, German
soldiers began to put small Christmas trees, lit with candles, outside
their trenches and started singing songs. The British and French troops
started singing. Some English speaking Germans proposed a ‘Christmas’
truce and the British and French troops accepted. Though a few allied
troops fired at the Germans, they climbed out of their trenches to
celebrate Christmas. Stanley Weintraub wrote about this event in his
book, Silent Night, the Story of the World War I Christmas Truce.
Germans made signs, ‘You no fight, we no fight’ and the
British units made banners of ‘Merry Christmas’. Gifts
of cake postcards, newspaper and tobacco were exchanged. Ultimately
the war continued for another four years with over 8 ½ million
killed and 21 million wounded and though other Christmas truces were
proposed, they never took place. The
only gift is a portion of thyself. Love
is, above all, the gift of oneself. Jesus
said, “By this all men will know that you are my disciples,
if you love one another.” In
Northern Europe, Christmas occurred during the middle of winter. Boughs
of holly, were believed to have magical powers since they remained
green during the harsh winter. They were placed over the doors to
drive evil away. Brought indoors, it would brighten the mood during
the long harsh winters and freshen the air. Legend has it that holly
sprang from the footsteps of Christ as he walked the earth. The pointed
leaves were said to represent the crown of thorns Christ wore while
on the cross and the red berries symbolized the blood he shed. Happy
times and bygones days are never lost. . . In truth, they grow more
wonderful within the heart that keeps them. Thank you Lord, for all of the blessings You have given to me. Thank you for the birth of Jesus. Thank you for the joys and memories of Christmas. As the snow trickles down from the sky this Christmas season, shower me with a faith that lets nothing stand in the way of growing closer and closer to You. Help me see the angels that You send and help me share with others the love that you share with me. Bless me with patience and peace, forgiveness and love. Ignite in me new desires and hopes, plans and dreams, words and actions that will lead me to draw others to you. Give me the strength to walk into the opportunities You have set before me now and in the coming year. Amen God
will not let your foot slip – he who I
see your hand, Lord, in everything around me, Lord,
hold our troops in your loving hands. You go
no where by accident. O
God, help me to touch someone today with my eyes, my words,
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