Midweek Meditation at Christmas Week
Good morning all, here is this week’s AUDIO version of the Midweek Meditation. I hope you can find the time to stop for a short while and listen to a Christmas story which has a message for us all. I’ll also be posting a Christmas Eve/Watchnight service and a short Christmas morning reflection on Friday, if you would like to listen to them. I hope you are all organised for Christmas, not long now! Take care and God bless. Iain
Christmas is for love
Good morning all – I hope you are all organized for Christmas – only 1 shopping day left!
Christmas is a time for stories so as it is almost Christmas – I thought I would tell you a Christmas story. It should remind of the Real Reason that God sent His Son down to earth.
Is it a true story? Well listen and make up your own mind….
It’s a story of a Teacher, told in her own words – and a very special wee boy,
It’s called – Christmas is for love
As I would say to the children – are you sitting comfortably?
Would you like a wee shoogle – to make yourself comfy? J
OK – then I’ll begin ~
“Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love.
Or at least, that is what people say.
My dear Mother had passed away early this year – and Joy wasn’t on the top of my Christmas list this year…
But that was to change – one of my pupils – a small sad wee boy with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wonderful gift last Christmas.
Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her deceased sister’s son.
She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn’t been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.
I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt’s anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room.
We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day.
When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother.
Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.
As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day.
I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class,
I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I missed him, and his big blue eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, “Did you really miss me?”
“Yes, of course!! – I said – and I explained how he had been my best helper ever.
“I was making you a surprise,” he whispered confidentially. “It’s for Christmas.”
With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room.
He didn’t stay after school any more after that.
Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. “I have your present,” he said timidly when I looked up. “I hope you like it.” He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.
“Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?” I asked opening the top to look inside. ”
“Oh you can’t see what’s in it,” He replied, “and you can’t touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you’re all alone.”
I gazed into the empty box. “What is it Mark,” I asked gently, “that will make me feel so good?” “It’s full of love and hugs,” he whispered softly, “and mother always said that Love is best when you give it away.” And he turned and quietly left the room.
I stood there with tears streaming down my cheeks – but a lovely warm glow which I hadn’t felt for a long time.
So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it.
Yes, Christmas is for joy and presents – but mostly,
Christmas is for love.
Loving others – family and friends – knowing you are loved
And loving yourself too! For you are important to God.
It’s a time for counting your blessings – and giving thanks for them.
And it’s a time for remembering that you are surrounded by love – the love of family, friends – and by the love of a great and loving God who loves you so very much…
Remember that – and you really will have a
Happy Christmas !!
And that is what I wish for each one of you – and for those you love – in the name of the King of Love – Jesus Christ.
It’s a lovely story – although some may say it is sentimental slush……… but you know – the one thing that we ALL have in common – whether we acknowledge it or not – is the need to be loved.
So whether you are with family this Christmas or on your own – you should know that you’re not alone – God is with you – he is ALWAYS with you – and He loves you so very much. And that is a Promise!
I am planning to post a or Christmas Eve or Watchnight
service tomorrow night –
And a short Christmas Day Reflection on Friday morning.
If you’re not to busy cooking the Christmas dinner or opening presents, why not take a wee break and sit and listen – and I hope it helps us all to see the Real Reason for God sending His Son down the Earth.
Because of His great love for you.
And now let’s hear a verse or two of the Hymn
which says to us ~
“Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine.
Love came down at Christmas
Star and Angels gave the sign…”
Take care and God Bless.
And please – keep safe.