Sometimes it seems as though we spend our lives waiting. Daydreaming about an upcoming vacation, worrying over a medical test, preparing for the birth of grandchild-our days are filled with anticipation and anxiety over what the future holds. As Christians, we too spend our lives waiting. But we are waiting for something much bigger than a trip, bigger even than retirement or a wedding: We are waiting for the return of Jesus in glory. Advent heightens this sense of waiting, because it marks not only our anticipation of Jesus’ final coming, but also our remembrance of his arrival into our world more than 2,000 years ago. Author Unknown
This is an amazing story!!!! PTL!!! Merry Christmas, Team Jesus!!! We love you all! I pray you enjoy this inspiring story!
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‘Twas the night before Christmas and out on the ranch,
The pond was froze over and so was the branch.
The snow was piled belly-deep to a mule.
The kids were all home on vacation from school,
And happier young folks you never did see-
Just all sprawled around-watchin’ TV.
Then suddenly, some time around 8 o’clock,
The power went off, the TV went dead!
When Grandpa came in from out in the shed
With an armload of wood, the house was all dark.
“Just what I expected,” they heard him remark:
“Them power line wires must be down from the snow.
Seems sorter like times on the ranch years ago.”
“I’ll hunt up some candles,” said Mom. “With their light,
And the fireplace, I reckon we’ll make out all right.”
The teen-agers all seemed enveloped in gloom.
Then Grandpa came back from a trip to his room,
Uncased his old fiddle and started to play.
That old Christmas song about bells on a sleigh.
Mom started to sing, and 1st thing they knew
Both Pop and the kids were all singing it, too.
They sang Christmas carols, they sang “Holy Night,”
Their eyes all a-shine in the ruddy firelight.
They played some charades Mom recalled from her youth,
And Pop read a passage from God’s Book of Truth.
They stayed up till midnight-and, would you believe,
the youngsters agreed ’twas a fine Christmas Eve.
Grandpa rose early. some time before dawn;
And when the kids wakened, the power was on.
“The power company sure got the line repaired quick,”
Said Grandpa-and no one suspected his trick.
Submitted by Ed Shuquist, Austin, Texas
Sent to FGGAM by Charles and Joan McCargish of Reserve, New Mexico
By the way Charles is the Head Deacon at the Reserve Baptist Church where I preach once a month.
I love all the folks in Reserve, such a Godly community!
Merry Christmas Everybody, from the Moede’s and FGGAM!