December 8
December 8
The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, "Let us see another Christmas!"
Once again, Scrooge sees himself celebrating Christmas alone at the school he attended. His solitude is broken as a little girl, much younger than Scrooge, “…came darting in, and putting her arms about his neck, and often kissing him, addressed him as her "Dear, dear brother."
"I have come to bring you home, dear brother!" said the child, clapping her tiny hands, and bending down to laugh. "To bring you home, home, home!"
Unlike previous Christmases, Scrooge was going home, escorted by his younger sister whom he admired. This Christmas was different. It was more spectacular than previous Christmases.
Every year as we celebrate Christmas, there can be one memory that pops of Christmas past. It is the Christmas that we returned home. It is the Christmas that we were greeted by the ones we admired. Sometimes we are the younger sister who brings the joy into the life of the other by bringing them home; and sometimes we are the older brother who receives the joy as the other brings us home.
This Christmas, remember the time you brought someone home or when someone brought you home. Let us keep our eyes open to the possibilities.
The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, "Let us see another Christmas!"
Once again, Scrooge sees himself celebrating Christmas alone at the school he attended. His solitude is broken as a little girl, much younger than Scrooge, “…came darting in, and putting her arms about his neck, and often kissing him, addressed him as her "Dear, dear brother."
"I have come to bring you home, dear brother!" said the child, clapping her tiny hands, and bending down to laugh. "To bring you home, home, home!"
Unlike previous Christmases, Scrooge was going home, escorted by his younger sister whom he admired. This Christmas was different. It was more spectacular than previous Christmases.
Every year as we celebrate Christmas, there can be one memory that pops of Christmas past. It is the Christmas that we returned home. It is the Christmas that we were greeted by the ones we admired. Sometimes we are the younger sister who brings the joy into the life of the other by bringing them home; and sometimes we are the older brother who receives the joy as the other brings us home.
This Christmas, remember the time you brought someone home or when someone brought you home. Let us keep our eyes open to the possibilities.
posted by Pastor Stan | 9:31 AM
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