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For Tyler, Now This Is Christmas!

There are no words to adequately describe the humbling experience of learning a seriously ill little child is praying for you.  It reminded me of how Jesus, on the cross, petitioned His Heavenly Father to forgive those who "know not what they do".  In a similar fashion, Tyler, in the midst of his own suffering, was filing an appeal with God for blessings on my behalf.  Well, slap me silly!  Tyler was praying for me. How do you like that?
 
A couple more years passed and we were coming into the fall season.  It was a cool day with clear skies and clean air - Saturday, a perfect day to relax.  The phone rang and a woman on the other end asked for me.  She knew about my sign business and went on to ask if I was an artist too, which I am.  She had a dilemma on her hands and was hoping I could help her.  She described how the secularists were once again rumbling about the Nativity scene being part of the "Holiday Display" on the town common.  She feared they would get their way and Jesus would be banished from His own birthday celebration.  The very idea upset her son terribly and she was wondering if I could make a Creche for their front yard.  She was willing to pay for it.
 
After listening to her story, I became a little suspicious and asked: "Is this Donna?"  We had never spoken before.  She answered in the affirmative and I asked why she didn't identify herself in the beginning.  She told me she "didn't want any special consideration".  Well, if anyone was worthy of special consideration, it was her.  I agreed to look into what we could do and get back to her if the town didn't come through. But I didn't get back to her.  Another scheme had hatched and I decided to make one anyway.
 
The Creche was simply made of plywood cutouts, maybe 2' high, of the Holy Family along with the Magi and a few critters.  The images were created from sketches I had made of the Nativity display in my town.  They were painted up and designed to assemble easily onto a plywood base panel.  It all came together pretty well.
 
To our great pleasure, the town where Donna's family lived allowed the Manger Scene to be part of its display that year, but I had already done one up for Tyler.  Perhaps a week or so before Christmas, my dear wife made some fudge and we headed off to Donna's house for a surprise visit to deliver our gifts.  When we arrived, the family was just piling into their van for a journey across town to visit with friends.  They looked warry as we walked up the driveway, surely wondering who we were and what we were up to.  After introducing ourselves, you would have thought we were family they hadn't seen in years.  Donna's eyes opened wide with surprise and she smiled with joy.  She hugged us and couldn't stop apologizing for not being able to stay and visit with us, but that didn't matter. We had an agenda.
 
We stopped to say hello to Tyler, who was already in the van.  He was bundled up in a snow suit and he looked a little like the Michellin Man.  I soon realized the suit was deceiving.  Tyler's face was puffy from what we presumed to be some medication he may have been taking and I sensed he was a little embarrassed by his appearance.  Admittedly, it was disturbing to see him that way, but we assured him of our love and concern and that we would continue to keep him in our prayers.  Patricia gave them her special fudge. We learned later that fudge was one of their favorite things in the whole world.  Donna thanked us repeatedly and the whole family waved good-by as we returned to our car and quetly drove away.
 
Of course, we still had the other gift in the back of the wagon.  The wagon was an '81 Buick Electra a dear friend had given me, but that's a story in itself.  We turned the corner at the end of the street and proceeded slowly down the road and watched as the family van disappeared in our mirror.  After being sure they had left, we turned around, went back to the house and set up the Nativity on their front porch, practically giddy the whole time.  It was pure fun.
 
We came home that night, after shopping, to find a message on our answering machine from Donna.  It was a tearful "thank you", filled with love and appreciation.  The Nativity was a hit and it brought great joy to Tyler.  Pat and I were warmed by Donna's message and felt a sense of deep spiritual satisfaction about what had just happened.  God had given us the ability to lift up a little boy who had made such a difference in our lives.  In honoring him, we honored God.  The metaphor was all too clear and we couldn't help but think.....
 
Now, this is Christmas!
 
 
To be concluded..........
 
 
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God, Grace and Grandchildren

Last spring, a little girl signed up for the town softball league.  I'll call her Mary.  She was only seven and a tad small compared to the rest of the girls on the team, but she proved herself rather quickly, batting and fielding balls like she'd done it all her life.  Mary's family loved to go to the games and watch her play and establish relationships with her team mates.
 
Mary's mom and dad had inflexible work schedules and the duty of getting her to practice on Tuesdays fell on her grandfather. It was a job he cherished.  It meant he got to spend a little more time one on one with this child he loves so much.  Before practice, they'd go to her favorite restaurant where granddad would buy her a Happy Meal.  Grandpa didn't get anything, knowing his loving wife would have dinner ready when he got home. 
 
Now, Mary's grandfather adored all his grandchildren and would give them the world, if he could.  Certainly, there was nothing he wouldn't do for them and he often referred to them as "the reason he lived".  They truly add a special meaning to his life that goes beyond words.
 
One Tuesday, Mary and her granddad were sitting at this restaurant and they were talking as granddad watched Mary eat.  Those fries looked good, he thought, and let his fingers do the walking across the wrapper in an attempt to grab one.  Mary saw it coming and with a playfully defiant grin, wrapped her arms around her treasure.  No sir, she wasn't going to share, not even with her grandfather.  After a brief struggle, granddad came away with a golden french fry, but the moment revealed a special meaning and he was struck by the metaphor he had just witnessed.  In Mary's mind, those fries were hers, never stopping to realize that she wouldn't have had them if her grandfather hadn't bought them for her in the first place.
 
Isn't that how many of us treat God?  We cling to our earthly treasures and deny Him a portion of what is rightfully His.  Far too often we take for granted the blessings we receive and fail to give thanks to the one who provides them.
 
Lord, thank you for all you have given us and continue to give by your grace.  Would you like some fries?
 
 
 
 
 
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