As the years go by each
Christmas season brings surprises and changes, however, there are some things
that don’t and that is the joy of Christmas.
I know that tomorrow morning after we open the gifts we will sit down to
a big breakfast, lovingly prepared by my wife. (This is her family’s tradition
that continues in our home.) I know that when we arrive at my mom’s home on the
day after Christmas I can look in the refrigerator and find a “Sour Cream
Coconut Cake” and a “Sour Cream Raisin Pie.”
(The cake is for me and the pie for my sister.) I know that the dinner
at my mom’s home will include Collard Greens and Fried Cornbread. I know that Christmas in my home is about
sharing the love of Christ; for if it was not for Him there would be no
Christmas. Tomorrow I will stop and thank God for His gift and that all of
family has accepted that gift. I am glad Christmas each year brings new
memories but I am especially thankful that some things never change.
As the years go by each
‘Twas the morning of thanksgiving
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
Well, not really. As usual I am up before anyone else and as usual I only have a few minutes without others stirring until the dog wants to join me. Today will be a little different as our friends have come to visit and one of them will be up soon. But on this morning I want to stop and list a few things that I am thankful for.
- one more Thanksgiving Day that I can enjoy.
- A wife who loves me and supports me and who has done so for over 26 years
- A healthy family
- A wife and children who have personal relationship with God through Jesus Christ
- Parents who continue to lead lives as examples for my family
- Blessings of the necessities of life
- Blessings of many wants and desires that I do not deserve
- People who I work closely with who are not just co-workers but friends
This list could continue for many more pages, but for today I stop with this final item.
“Thank you God for allowing me to witness life through Your Son and that you have given me the honor to know You as Father, Savior, Friend
and One who has given me the privilege to serve You.”
Not much to talk about now other than the memories, but this little house was just the place for a family to start. In a recent trip with my dad to the area where he grew up we were lucky to find the house where his ‘Uncle George” lived. This simple three room house is what Uncle George built at the time he was married over 85 years ago. It is not much by today’s standards but 85 years ago it was something. I enjoyed hearing my dad tell the stories of how he played in the adjoining fields and around the barn. I am glad he pointed out to me this house along with where his boyhood home once stood and where the family cemetery plot still stands among the pecan trees. I don’t know if I will get to visit this area much more, nor do I know if these buildings will stand much longer, but I am glad I got to see them and hear the stories which I will always cherish.
Again I have been reminded of
what a blessing I have received by the fact that my family tree runs deep with
believers and followers of Christ. Last weekend I traveled with my parents to a
family reunion in eastern North
part of the trip I got to drive around the area as my dad called out directions
and gave a verbal history of where he lived, went to school and church. (I was
thankful that my son was also in the car. Someday we will sit and reminisce
about the day when…) One of the sites
that my dad brought to my attention was this little white country church. The scene was perfect, a white country
church, surrounded by farmland. What was
even better than the scene was the story my dad told of how my great
grandfather and my grandmother attended church in this building. And even
better was my dad sharing how he remembers going to a revival service with that
same great grandfather (his grandfather) at this church…and even better to me
was him remembering that they traveled to the service by horse drawn
buggy. The mode of transportation in
those days was so different; you had to be more intentional in the trips you
made, you had to want to go or need to go.
I am so thankful that my dad has that memory, that we both have that
heritage of family rooted in the things of Christ and I am so thankful that these
stories of family, church and Christ have been passed on to me and my son.
…and I am looking forward to it.
This year as a part of my quiet time I decided to read the Bible through, Genesis to Revelation, except I started in Acts. (Those from my ClearView family know why I started in Acts.) I read from the New Living Translation that was published with additional devotional thoughts on the worship themes. On Monday I finished the last chapter of John and on Tuesday I started again, this time in Genesis…I am looking forward to it. I am going to read from a Bible that is arranged in chronological order. No matter what order…it is God’s Word and I learn more about Him the more I listen for His voice as I read.