my roommate jeni only owns three pieces of the nativity; the three wise men. they are her favorite.i love this time of the year bc we get to reflect, and eat, and rejoice, and play, & drink outrageous amounts of hot chocolate. we give & receive gifts. we hear songs sung of snowmen & santa & the birth of our Lord & Savior. what great blessings we have! what amazing gifts we have received!
and after this week, the three wise men are now my favorite, too.
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i looked at them last night, kneeling in adoration of the Christ child, bringing the best they could bring, honoring Him. what humility those men must have had. what dedication, to have SUCH a desire to see the Christ they waited for so long to come, that they traveled miles, days, perhaps years, to see him.
i guess i feel like i come empty handed sometimes. like nothing i can give is nearly enough for what i receive in return. we had a christmas concert on monday for FHE, and one of the songs played was little drummer boy. never before had the words sung so true to my heart.
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i looked at them last night, kneeling in adoration of the Christ child, bringing the best they could bring, honoring Him. what humility those men must have had. what dedication, to have SUCH a desire to see the Christ they waited for so long to come, that they traveled miles, days, perhaps years, to see him.
i guess i feel like i come empty handed sometimes. like nothing i can give is nearly enough for what i receive in return. we had a christmas concert on monday for FHE, and one of the songs played was little drummer boy. never before had the words sung so true to my heart.
despite all my faults, and the little i feel i have to offer, if it is my best, it is enough.
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every year on christmas eve, we read The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. and every year my lil tender hearts strings get pulled. maybe it's the fact we read it as a family, or its late at night by the time i'm finished and my eyes are tired. either way, i have a hard time keeping the tears from streaming. the story is touching and feels so real!
it is full of imperfect people trying to understand the wonder of Christ's birth, his mission and the gift of His life!
i love imperfect people, being one myself :)
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"Well. It was the best Christmas Pageant we ever had. Everybody said so, but nobody seemed to know why. When it was over, people stood around the lobby of the church talking about it. There was something special—they couldn’t put their finger on what.
Now, whenever I think of the Christmas story, Mary is always going to look a lot like Imogene Herdman—sort of nervous and bewildered, but ready to clobber anyone who lays a hand on her baby. And the Wise Men are always going to be Leroy and his brothers, bearing ham.
When we came out of the church that night it was cold and clear, with crunchy snow underfoot and bright, bright stars overhead. And I thought about the Angel of the Lord—Gladys with her skinny legs and her dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe, yelling at all of us, everywhere:
Gladys: Hey! Unto you a child is born!"
Now, whenever I think of the Christmas story, Mary is always going to look a lot like Imogene Herdman—sort of nervous and bewildered, but ready to clobber anyone who lays a hand on her baby. And the Wise Men are always going to be Leroy and his brothers, bearing ham.
When we came out of the church that night it was cold and clear, with crunchy snow underfoot and bright, bright stars overhead. And I thought about the Angel of the Lord—Gladys with her skinny legs and her dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe, yelling at all of us, everywhere:
Gladys: Hey! Unto you a child is born!"
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The Best Christmas Pageant Ever is my favorite Anderson tradition. We even made sure to read it last Christmas Eve, even though we were in Houston, and I still felt like we were celebrating a piece of Christmas with you guys because I knew your family was together reading it.
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