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posted Nov 30, 2014, 3:20 PM by Bowmansville UMC   [ updated Nov 30, 2014, 3:20 PM ]

Merry Christmas and a Very Happy new Year to all of you.  As we continue in this exciting season of Advent, I pray all of your wishes come true.  Here now is the final excerpted and edited segment of Paul O'Neill's second story for The Trans Siberian Orchestra, "The Christmas Attic".  Chapter Four:  'The Conclusion'.

"Going back down the stairs, the child called Information to find the phone number of the man in the article.  Then, calling that man up, she told him that this night someone would be waiting for him at their town train station and then she quickly hung up.  After repeating the same call to the lady next door, she then returned upstairs to continue waiting for a child's 'rooftop proof' of Christmas.  Later that night she would see them from the attic window slowly walking hand in hand, back towards the lady's home.

And on this night of our salvation, dreams that have been lost can be found.  In this last season of the year, this season that we trust, it's not only important to know for whom we wait, but to know who waits for us.

Beneath this night of stars, sometimes Christmas uses its own hands--and sometimes it uses ours.  And she marveled how, though every letter was signed with a different name, that in the end it seemed that all their wishes were the same--that the light that reached our lives from that distant Christmas star would make us, if not perfect, then perhaps better than who we are.  For Christmas, she had found this night, could not be stopped by walls, could not be stopped by distance, could not be stopped by time.  And if one lived a thousand years, it would still be there to find.

The little girl returned each letter to its envelope and carefully put them back.  Then she sat and thought quite carefully about all that she had learned, realizing that her belief in this night had completely returned.

She realized that there was something magical about this day.  Her friends had obviously been wrong, for grown-ups clearly did believe in this day as much as any child.

The angel noticed that the night was now nearly over, and he had very little time left to complete his mission (to leave behind something most beneficial to mankind), when he suddenly realized that his quest was already finished.  And taking back all he had brought, he returned just in time to appear before his Lord and tell Him what he had left behind.  There were two souls reunited on a snow-blessed Christmas Eve, and sleeping safely in her bed, was a child who still believed; a child who realized that the world was magical, and that as magical as it was that she could make it better.  A child who once again believed.

And once again the Lord smiled down from His heavenly throne, and took the angel into His heart and whispered:  'welcome home'.  And the most magical thing about this night we will now reiterate--that no matter where you are in life, it never is too late..."


The Blessings of Peace, Love and Laughter be yours...Mary


"Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people.  For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who id Christ the Lord."  Luke 2:10-11

"And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."  Philippians 4:7

"Rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts.  The only gift is a portion of thyself." 

            Ralph Waldo Emerson