Friday, December 26, 2008
After Christmas Boxes
"Your attitude is like a box of crayons that color your world. Constantly color your picture gray, and your picture will always be bleak. Try adding some bright colors to the picture by including humor, and your picture begins to lighten up." - Allen Klein
Here it is, December 26th, the day after Christmas and also considered "Boxing Day" in the United Kingdom, Canada, New Zealand, certain areas of Australia.
It is health-wise a dangerous time for people vulnerable to cardiac problems, including heart attacks, arrhythmia's, and heart failure. The medical emergencies are referred to as Merry Christmas coronaries. People tend to indulge a bit much and the body can react in a 'not so favorable' way. So be careful in your celebrating by being aware of your eating and drinking.
It is also the day after all of the 'good feelings' and 'good intentions' of gathering. When the reality of a house full of family and friends can cause just a bit of anxiety or grief. The niceness of each of us begins to wear a bit thin and tensions can rise a notch.
In an article by Beth McHugh from a couple of years back called, "Coping with Christmas & Family Gatherings", she offers a few tips in dealing with the stress a holiday can bring.
I have shortened the description and encourage you to read the full article. My comments are in italics.
1. Take a leaf from the magazines and be prepared.
Prepare yourself in advance of the holiday. Don't wait until the last moment to be left looking for ideas for gifts, activities or things fill the day.
2. Look after yourself physically in the lead up to Christmas.
Do not try to 'over do it'; meaning moderate the eating and drinking and find time to relax and actually enjoy the day.
3. Plan something pleasurable to do on the day after Christmas.
The good feeling from a holiday should linger and allowing yourself the pleasure of something good the following day will help with relaxation.
4. Try to bear in mind the real meaning of Christmas.
There are religious reasons for celebrating Christmas as well as non-religious ones. Find the ones that make it meaningful and a time to reflect.
5. If you habitually come away from a Christmas family get-together feeling bad, then look at ways that you can make a difference to someone outside your family this Christmas.
Visit friends or find a charitable organization to help with Christmas meals or celebrations. Helping others that need it is one of the greatest gifts you can give.
This day after Christmas will be filled with a lot of different people doing a lot of different things. Just remember to keep the colors of Christmas Day in your heart and mind the day after Christmas and for all of the days that follow.
_
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Yes Virginia, There Is
Story is reprinted from Newseum
Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.
"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
"VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
"115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
_
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
O Holy Night
"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful." ~Norman Vincent Peale
As we each rush through our day to finish the day's work and be at home with family and friends, take a moment to reflect upon the season. These next five minutes will give you time to look upon what Christmas truly means to Christians around the world.
Tomorrow, December 25th is the Christian calendar event marking the birth of Jesus. A many and happy blessing upon you and yours.
_
As we each rush through our day to finish the day's work and be at home with family and friends, take a moment to reflect upon the season. These next five minutes will give you time to look upon what Christmas truly means to Christians around the world.
Tomorrow, December 25th is the Christian calendar event marking the birth of Jesus. A many and happy blessing upon you and yours.
_
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A Cow That Changed Christmas
The following is a reprint from Andy Andrews. I felt it says a lot about the gift of giving a little which can have a large impact on others. For Christmas, doing a little will mean a lot to others, so take the time, read and maybe participate. You may not be able to do even this much, but you can do a little...make Christmas a little brighter for another person.
From Andy Andrews
This cow has changed our Christmas:
The pretty girl with chestnut colored hair in the middle of the picture is Kim Pace. Kim is the daughter of close friends of ours, Jim and Mary Pace from the Atlanta area.
The lady in the multicolored dress is Jane. She is flanked by her local pastor (an unpaid position) and surrounded by her children and one of Kim's staff. Jane and her children dressed in their best clothes for this photograph.
Kim is a missionary to Kenya. She is 30 years old and has been on the African continent for almost a decade. A couple of years ago, Jim and Mary were visiting their daughter and went with her to the western part of the country. There, they experienced poverty that we, in our country, find tough to even imagine.
One morning, in a one room, mud hut, Jim and Mary met Jane. Jane's husband had been killed in a job related accident the year before. Seeing her "guests" sitting on her dirt floor, Jane was horrified that she had nothing—no food, no tea—to offer them. Kim assured her friend that her parents were expecting nothing and were not offended. Still, Jane was embarrassed.
As the children sat quietly in the laps of the adults, Kim noticed a child missing. "Jane," she asked softly, "Where is Purity?"
Jane's eyes filled with tears as the corners of her mouth tugged down. "I had to give her to another family," she said. "I could not feed her." Then, with guests in her home, the young mother put her face in her hands and cried.
Jim stepped outside the tiny hut and saw Edwin, Jane's pastor, nearby. Wiping tears of his own away, Jim told Edwin what had happened and began to take every dollar he had out of his pockets. But before Jim could go back inside with the money, Edwin stopped him. "Please sir," he said, "you are most generous, but may I make a suggestion?"
"Of course," Jim answered.
"If you really want to help Jane," the pastor said, "don't give her all your money. It will only run out. Just buy her a cow."
Jim was taken aback. "What?" he asked. "A cow?"
"Yes," Edwin went on to explain, "Jane can use the cow's milk to feed her family and any that is left over can be sold in order to afford some grain for bread. A family with a cow will never go hungry. In fact," Edwin added, "one cow can provide enough nourishment to keep almost fifty children alive."
"How much is a cow?" Jim asked carefully.
"About five hundred of your dollars," was the answer.
Jim looked. He had more than that in his hand. The cow was purchased that day.
A week later, Jim was back in America. In New York City on business, he found himself unable to shake from his mind the experience with Jane and her family. One afternoon, in a hotel lobby waiting on a friend, a lady seated nearby struck up a conversation. After asking Jim where he was from and a bit about his family, this woman then asked an unusual question. "What is the most gratifying thing you have done recently?"
Jim raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "I bought a cow."
After relating his experience, the woman asked, "Can I buy a cow, too?"
"I guess," was Jim's answer and after a quick phone call, he gave the woman an address to use.
Neither Jim nor Mary has given a speech or written a letter requesting help. Kim has not asked that anyone pay special attention to the people to whom she ministers in western Kenya. Edwin operates an orphanage with 1,800 children and oversees two medical clinics. He receives no salary, yet never advertises his needs. Everything that has happened since Jim and Mary's first of six trips to Kenya has been done by word of mouth. And as of today, 123 cows have been purchased.
Several months ago, Polly, the boys and I began talking about the children in Africa. You know, perspective is a wonderful thing. As crazy as the economy is here, we are attempting to be extremely grateful for a roof over our heads, clean water, and food to eat. Austin (9) and Adam (6) have done extra work to earn dollars for "Miss Kim's children". Polly and I have managed to save a bit of extra money that, I suppose, would have gone for vanilla lattes or another shirt or more fishing equipment.
So yesterday, with what we had saved, we bought two cows.
The check was sent to:
Brackenhurst Ministries
104 Bridgewater Drive
Peachtree City, GA 30269
We think it might be our best gift ever.
Merry Christmas,
Andy
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A Merry Christmas to all that you do, however big or small, every bit of it matters.
_
From Andy Andrews
This cow has changed our Christmas:
The pretty girl with chestnut colored hair in the middle of the picture is Kim Pace. Kim is the daughter of close friends of ours, Jim and Mary Pace from the Atlanta area.
The lady in the multicolored dress is Jane. She is flanked by her local pastor (an unpaid position) and surrounded by her children and one of Kim's staff. Jane and her children dressed in their best clothes for this photograph.
Kim is a missionary to Kenya. She is 30 years old and has been on the African continent for almost a decade. A couple of years ago, Jim and Mary were visiting their daughter and went with her to the western part of the country. There, they experienced poverty that we, in our country, find tough to even imagine.
One morning, in a one room, mud hut, Jim and Mary met Jane. Jane's husband had been killed in a job related accident the year before. Seeing her "guests" sitting on her dirt floor, Jane was horrified that she had nothing—no food, no tea—to offer them. Kim assured her friend that her parents were expecting nothing and were not offended. Still, Jane was embarrassed.
As the children sat quietly in the laps of the adults, Kim noticed a child missing. "Jane," she asked softly, "Where is Purity?"
Jane's eyes filled with tears as the corners of her mouth tugged down. "I had to give her to another family," she said. "I could not feed her." Then, with guests in her home, the young mother put her face in her hands and cried.
Jim stepped outside the tiny hut and saw Edwin, Jane's pastor, nearby. Wiping tears of his own away, Jim told Edwin what had happened and began to take every dollar he had out of his pockets. But before Jim could go back inside with the money, Edwin stopped him. "Please sir," he said, "you are most generous, but may I make a suggestion?"
"Of course," Jim answered.
"If you really want to help Jane," the pastor said, "don't give her all your money. It will only run out. Just buy her a cow."
Jim was taken aback. "What?" he asked. "A cow?"
"Yes," Edwin went on to explain, "Jane can use the cow's milk to feed her family and any that is left over can be sold in order to afford some grain for bread. A family with a cow will never go hungry. In fact," Edwin added, "one cow can provide enough nourishment to keep almost fifty children alive."
"How much is a cow?" Jim asked carefully.
"About five hundred of your dollars," was the answer.
Jim looked. He had more than that in his hand. The cow was purchased that day.
A week later, Jim was back in America. In New York City on business, he found himself unable to shake from his mind the experience with Jane and her family. One afternoon, in a hotel lobby waiting on a friend, a lady seated nearby struck up a conversation. After asking Jim where he was from and a bit about his family, this woman then asked an unusual question. "What is the most gratifying thing you have done recently?"
Jim raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "I bought a cow."
After relating his experience, the woman asked, "Can I buy a cow, too?"
"I guess," was Jim's answer and after a quick phone call, he gave the woman an address to use.
Neither Jim nor Mary has given a speech or written a letter requesting help. Kim has not asked that anyone pay special attention to the people to whom she ministers in western Kenya. Edwin operates an orphanage with 1,800 children and oversees two medical clinics. He receives no salary, yet never advertises his needs. Everything that has happened since Jim and Mary's first of six trips to Kenya has been done by word of mouth. And as of today, 123 cows have been purchased.
Several months ago, Polly, the boys and I began talking about the children in Africa. You know, perspective is a wonderful thing. As crazy as the economy is here, we are attempting to be extremely grateful for a roof over our heads, clean water, and food to eat. Austin (9) and Adam (6) have done extra work to earn dollars for "Miss Kim's children". Polly and I have managed to save a bit of extra money that, I suppose, would have gone for vanilla lattes or another shirt or more fishing equipment.
So yesterday, with what we had saved, we bought two cows.
The check was sent to:
Brackenhurst Ministries
104 Bridgewater Drive
Peachtree City, GA 30269
We think it might be our best gift ever.
Merry Christmas,
Andy
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A Merry Christmas to all that you do, however big or small, every bit of it matters.
_
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