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Kangaroo Korner from Mary Lee

posted Dec 3, 2013, 10:20 AM by Bowmansville UMC

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all as we embark on the final chapter of this Christmas story, excerpted from the writings of Paul O'Neill's lyrics for the Trans Siberian Orchestra.  May joy be yours for all the days to come...


Chapter 4--The Rescuer/The Angel Understands


"She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall, looking very small in a very large city.  And the only light that she could see there, shining all alone, was a neon sign on an old bar.  And so on this, she wished she was home.  After all, 'every light can be a star, just depends on where you are, and on the distance that you're looking past the places you have been.' 


Glancing out the window, the bartender saw the gift standing across the street.  An inner voice reached his heart that caused him to sense the child could not get home.  'After all', it seemed to say, 'that on this night of all nights, if one could be home, they'd already be there.'  After several moments of reflection, this man, who believed in nothing except this bar and his cash register, slowly  removed most of the money, walked to the girl across the street, and after a short conversation, called over a cab, put the girl (with his money now in  her hand) inside, and told the driver: 'JFK airport'.


Afterwards, he felt a change taking place in his heart that was soon to be noticed by his patrons.  You see, 'if you want to arrange it, this world you can change it, if we could somehow make this Christmas thing last--by helping a neighbor, or even a stranger, and to know who needs help, you need only just ask'.


That Christmas Eve our little angel had been charged by God to bring back from earth the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day.  The angel heard the beauty of Christmas songs wafting in the air, but thought it perhaps not enough.  After much searching, our angel encountered the prayer of a father for his lost child, but still felt an incomplete answer.  Then the angel witnessed the miracle of the bartender's transformation.


   So the girl reached her home, and the bar was closing down,

   As the angel started back to bring his Lord what he had found. 

  Then all at once inside that night he saw it all so clear;

   The answer that he sought so long had always been so near. 

   It's every gift that someone gives expecting nothing back;

   It's every kindness that we do, each simple little act.


Later that night, the angel returned back to heaven and placed in the Lord's hand, the wish of a soul for the happiness of another. 


And as the heavenly host looked on, the Lord smiled."


Love to you always, and see you next year.  Mary



"The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark street of life for men to see by.  The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light."  Felix Adler