Tis’ The Season

One song says Christmas isn’t Christmas until it happens in your heart. Somewhere deep inside you is where Christmas really starts. It is an overflow of the heart that shows on your face and in your actions.

One year things weren’t going very well for a family of eight, it was one thing after another. The parents told their six children that it would be a very lean Christmas. There wasn’t enough money for a Christmas dinner never mind gifts for their children who were young.

Five days before Christmas someone put four bags on the porch full of food and S & H Green Stamps. (These stamps were given when food was purchased at a grocery store and redeemable for items at an S & H Green Stamp store. This was a fore runner to today’s rewards programs.)

No one has any idea who left those bags. However those groceries provided a nutritious, filing Christmas dinner with leftovers for the entire family. The stamps provided gifts for all. That is the real spirit of Christmas, from the overflow of the heart, where Christmas really begins.

The depression this family experienced before Christmas was relieved by someone with a good heart. Many people feel good when they do good things for other people. People help themselves by helping others.

Many times finding a listening ear is all that is needed. We were not meant to be alone. However,there are times we need time to be alone.

If you see someone that looks a little down, try a smile, a hello and perhaps a word of encouragement.

Let’s spread the real reason for the season, the goodness of a joyful heart,Jesus.

Let’s enjoy Christmas together.

The treasures of darkness

“I will give thee the treasures of darkness.” (Isa. 45:3.)

IN the famous lace shops of Brussels, there are certain rooms devoted to the spinning of the finest and most delicate patterns. These rooms are altogether darkened, save for a light from one very small window, which falls directly upon the pattern. There is only one spinner in the room, and he sits where the narrow stream of light falls upon the threads of his weaving. “Thus,” we are told by the guide, “do we secure our choicest products. Lace is always more delicately and beautifully woven when the worker himself is in the dark and only his pattern is in the light.”

May it not be the same with us in our weaving? Sometimes it is very dark. We cannot understand what we are doing. We do not see the web we are weaving. We are not able to discover any beauty, any possible good in our experience. Yet if we are faithful and fail not and faint not, we shall some day know that the most exquisite work of all our life was done in those days when it was so dark.

If you are in the deep shadows because of some strange, mysterious providence, do not be afraid. Simply go on in faith and love, never doubting. God is watching, and He will bring good and beauty out of all your pain and tears.—J. R. Miller.

The shuttles of His purpose move
To carry out His own design;
Seek not too soon to disapprove
His work, nor yet assign
Dark motives, when, with silent tread,
You view some sombre fold;
For lo, within each darker thread
There twines a thread of gold.

Spin cheerfully,
Not tearfully,
He knows the way you plod;
Spin carefully,
Spin prayerfully,
But leave the thread with God.

—Canadian Home Journal.