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posted Sep 25, 2014, 1:16 PM by Bowmansville UMC   [ updated Sep 25, 2014, 1:18 PM ]


Hello again, dear friends.  I hope you enjoyed last month's episode in our second Christmas story excerpted from the writings of Paul O'Neill for The Trans Siberian Orchestra.  Here is the next segment to warm you on what I trust will be beautiful, crisp Autumn days.  I thought I would repeat the introduction I used the last time I wrote this for you, as I think it well preludes this chapter:  There is a wonder and beauty to life that includes mystery as well as knowledge.  It is wise to respect both.  So our story of "The Christmas Attic "continues with Chapter Two--'The First Few Letters'...

"The letters were all from different individuals each with a different story of how Christmas had touched their lives. 

That first letter that she had read in that attic far from bed was from a father trying to say how his first child saw Christmas Day.  There in this night magic has been set free.  And then the night comes alive and everything's extraordinary, nothing is left ordinary. Christmas has come with its long memory.  Caught in this night, pieces of light glitter and play for you.  And made of glass, dreams from the past wait for this day.  And if you try, look in the sky--one star is shining through.  And on this eve you can't believe it's far away.   Then, after he had thought awhile, the father recalled another Child born in a time now far away, and how this Child's dreams had reached this day.  He wondered what that Child had thought, and, when He slept, what dreams He sought.  And did the shepherds understand all the hopes in that Child's hands?  And how those hopes would still survive as dreams within each newborn's eyes...

And what might this Child have dreamed?  There was a cold winter night where the dark went on forever; and the world seemed like a dream gone astray.  And somehow, there on this night, as the world huddled together, there a Child slept at the end of this day.  And He dreamed of another world in another time and another place, where no man has to wear a sign saying where he's from, saying what is his race.  And He wants us to believe this world that He sees...Then the father pondered--with all our different live, why do we dream it together?...

The next letter included a receipt for one toy stuffed bear, donating it to a small thrift shop.  But somehow, it was left there.  For attics have their secrets, and toys will have theirs, too--like who once held or loved them when they last were new; whether they were made of metal or they were cotton-stuffed, or how they had been left here when they were not enough...And so it's here that they must wait, between reality and dream, hoping all will be remembered, and that all can be redeemed.  Then in the sound of the wind whistling through a door, our little girl thought she heard the sound of children that had held this toy before.  And she then thought to herself, as she now held it in her hand that no one could save all the world, but we should save who we can.  So she placed it near her candle, for she had decided in her mind, that when she left the attic, he would not be left behind...

The next letter that she read was from a younger man.  It came with a journal that was all written by hand.  He had done something so wrong in life that he no longer wished to live.  But on this night he had a dream, and found that God forgives.  If we truly regret how others we have hurt, He will understand.  So he took the message from this night and became a different man.  There comes a time when we're on our own; sometimes in life such a thing must be--but such a thing should not be known THIS night--God has granted ALL a second chance...

For the next part of the night, the Angel would carefully walk beside the child, whispering suggestions to her heart.  Now, angels do this with humans quite often, but for reasons unknown, children, especially on this night, tend to listen better than the rest of us."

 

Next month:  'The Letter That Transforms the Little Girl's Spirit'.

 

God's continued blessing as you anticipate the coming of the Greatest Blessing of all...Be well, Mary

 

"He loves each one of us, as if there were only one of us."  St. Augustine

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