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’tis the season

“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”

Dr. Seuss


Things keep moving along; today I go in for a rehab assessment and a planning meeting, I am progressing slow but sure.

In the spirit of the season I would like to share the following I received from a friend some time ago.


The Christmas Tree

The other night. deciding it was officially time to begin Christmas at our household, I rescued my Christmas tree from its dark corner in my garage. After shaking and rattling it for non-paying tenants of spiders and creepy crawlies, I deemed it was safe to take the small tree into the house.

Though not very big by any stretch of the imagination, I have come to adore this small, 4-foot tree. A friend made it for me years ago, decorating it in an angel theme that I am quite proud of. And even though every year I promise myself I’m going to buy a large tree with all the trimmings, every year I put out my small tree, and each year I’m amazed at how it makes my home feel like Christmas.

As in previous years, the first thing I did was to plug the lights in to make sure they still worked. As the soft, white lights washed over the tree and illuminated all the ornaments and ribbon on the tree, it was as if that small tree came to life.

Each tiny light glistened as though it was a twinkling star charged with lighting the night. And the glow from their light found every corner of that room and filled it with warmth that had not been there before. And perhaps it was just my imagination, but standing in the glow of that small tree, I felt as if I was standing in the presence of something a lot bigger than me.

And I realized in that moment that I could learn a lot from that tree.

You see, like that tiny tree, we too should let our light shine in such a way that we leave people better than when we first encountered them. Ours should be a glow that fills the dark places of other’s hearts and be the light that warms them through and through.

And like that small tree, it doesn’t take a lot to give a lot. We may not have as much as others or be a “big” person in the world’s eye, but we can give what we have so that someone else is blessed. 

And the good news is that we don’t have to wait until Christmas to do that or wait until someone takes us out of our rescued places like I did with my Christmas tree. We have the opportunity to bring light and love every day.

And in that way, the spirit of what Christmas is all about lives with us every day.

Merry Christmas all and remember during this most special Holiday Season and always to let your light shine.


I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

Charles Dickens


Man: Just look at that young person with the short hair and blue jeans. Is it a boy or a girl?

Bystander: It’s a girl; she’s my daughter.

Man: Oh, please forgive me sir. I had no idea you were her father!

Bystander: I’m not. I’m her mother.


The statement below is true.

The statement above is false.


A man received two sweaters for Hanukkah from his mother. The next time he visited her, he made sure to wear one of the two sweaters.

As he entered her home, instead of the expected smile, she said, “What’s the matter? You didn’t like the other one?”


“He who trims himself to please everyone else will soon whittle himself away to nothing.”

Raymond Hull


At the local gas utility written orders are issued to change meters when they are old or malfunctioning.  On the order sheet is a “remarks” section, where the service representative notes any problems that prevented the job from being completed. The most succinct explanation to ever come back was this: “Dog does not want meter to be changed.”


If I am to talk about peace, I should at least have something of it in my soul.

Roger L. Plunk


Bulletin mistakes the pastor wants to forget:

Our next song is “Angels We Have Heard Get High.”

For those of you who have children and don’t know it, we have a nursery downstairs.

Jean will be leading a weight-management series Wednesday nights. She’s used the program herself and has been growing like crazy!

Thursday night – Potluck supper. Prayer and medication to follow.

The preacher will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing “Break Forth With Joy.”

During the absence of our pastor, we enjoyed the rare privilege of hearing a good sermon when A. B. Doe supplied our pulpit.

The 2013 Spring Council Retreat will be hell May 10 and 11.

Please join us as we show our support for Amy and Alan in preparing for the girth of their first child.


It is the personal thoughtfulness, the warm human awareness, the reaching out of the self to one’s fellow man that makes giving worthy of the Christmas spirit.

Isabel Currier


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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