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    Sunday, December 26, 2004

    Will The Christ Child Come? - by Gaye Willis

    One Christmas we had an interesting experience that I would like to share. Halfway through December we were doing the regular evening things when there was a knock at the door. We opened it to find a small package with a beautiful ceramic lamb inside. We looked at the calendar and realized that the 12 days of Christmas were beginning! We waited excitedly for the next night's surprise and only then, with the gift of a matching shepherd, did we realize that the lamb was part of a nativity set.

    Each night we grew more excited to see what piece we would receive. Each was exquisitely beautiful. The kids kept trying to catch the givers as we slowly built the scene at the manger and began to focus on Christ's birth.

    On Christmas Eve, all the pieces were in place, all but the Baby Jesus. My 12-year-old son really wanted to catch our benefactors and began to devise all kinds of ways to trap them. He ate dinner in the minivan, watching and waiting, but no one came. Finally, we called him in to go through our family's Christmas Eve traditions. But before the kids went to bed, we checked the front step - - no Baby Jesus! We began to worry that my son had scared them off. My husband suggested that maybe they dropped the Jesus and there wouldn't be anything coming. Somehow, something was missing that Christmas Eve.

    There was a feeling that things weren't complete. The kids went to bed and before I went to bed, I again checked to see if the Jesus had come - - no, the doorstep was empty. In our family, the kids can open their stockings when they want to, but they have to wait to open any presents until Dad wakes up. So one by one they woke up very early and I also woke up to watch them. Even before they opened their stockings, each child checked to see if perhaps during the night the Baby Jesus had come.

    Missing that piece of the set seemed to have an odd effect. At least it changed my focus. I knew there were presents under the tree for me and I was excited to watch the children open their gifts, but first on my mind was the feeling of waiting for the ceramic Christ Child. We had opened just about all of the presents when one of the children found one more for me buried deep beneath the limbs of the tree. He handed me a small package from my former visiting teaching companion.

    This sister was somewhat less-active in the church. I had been her visiting teacher for a couple of years and then, when she was asked to be a visiting teacher, she requested to go with me. I had learned over time they didn't have much for Christmas, so that their focus was on the children. It sounded like she didn't get many gifts to open, so I had always given her a small package -- new dish towels, the next year's Relief Society lesson manual -- not much, but something for her to open.

    I was touched when at church on the day before Christmas, she had given me this small package, saying it was just a token of her love and appreciation. As I took off the bow, I remembered my friendship with her and was filled with gratitude for knowing her and for her kindness and sacrifice in this giving me a gift. But as the paper fell away, I began to tremble and cry. There in the small brown box was the Baby Jesus! He had come!

    I realized on that Christmas Day, that Christ will come into our lives in ways that we don't expect. The spirit of Christ comes into our hearts as we serve one another. We had waited and watched for Him to come, expecting the dramatic "knock at the door and scurrying of feet" but He came in a small, simple package that represented service, friendship, gratitude and love.

    This experience taught me that the beginning of the true spirit of Christmas comes as we open our hearts and actively focus on the Savior. But we will most likely find Him in the small and simple acts of love, friendship and service that we give to each other. This Christmas I want to feel again the joy of knowing that Christ is in our home. I want to focus on loving and serving. More than that, I want to open my heart to Him all year that I may see Him again.

    "She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins." Matthew 1:21 NIV

    May the spirit of Christ be with you and yours this Christmas and always!
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    This story was sent to me on Christmas day by one good spirited person in Alabama. Thank you again! =)
     

    posted by writer.seal @ 1:28:00 AM ::

    Saturday, December 25, 2004



    For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
    - Luke 2:11 KJV


    Merry Christmas everyone.
    God bless you all always. =)
     

    posted by writer.seal @ 11:59:00 PM ::

    Thursday, December 23, 2004

    Nukilan dari Subject: Re: (Sebuah Novel yang Jelas-Jelas Bukan Chicklit)



    Bab Empat

    From: superpurple@luvmail.com
    To: magneticfields@luvmail.com
    Subject: Re:
    Date: Sat, 07 Feb 2004 06:45 PM

    IV. Tangis Bayi dan Salak Anjing

    Aku duduk di sudut. Punggung merapat dan kaki tertekuk. Tembok yang dingin di kedua sisiku memberi rasa aman yang aneh. Kuletakkan kepala dalam-dalam di antara kedua lutut, memandangi jari-jari kaki. Lantai yang tak lagi dingin merayapkan rasa hangat perlahan-lahan pada betisku. Telapak kakiku mulai terasa lembap. Begitu sunyi. Begitu sepi.

    Suara-suara mampat di kedua telinga. Tangis bayikah itu? Tangis siapa? Bayi siapa? Kuangkat kepalaku pelan-pelan. Tiba-tiba dunia begitu padat dengan suara, tangis bayi, salak anjing, teriakan anak-anak di jalanan depan. Suara tangis itu terdengar serak. Sudah berapa lama ia menangis?

    Anjing hitam menyalak keras di telingaku. Aku terlompat. Berlari ke babybox. Kuangkat bayiku dan kupeluk. Sssh, sssh, sssh, Mama di sini, sayang. Kubelai punggungnya dan kuayun tubuhnya perlahan. Celananya basah oleh kencing. Tubuhnya basah oleh keringat. Maafkan aku, bayiku. Kucium pipinya yang lembap dan lengket. Matanya penuh air mata memprotes kepadaku. Anjing hitam masih menyalak, menuduhku.

    "Ibu macam apa dirimu?"

    "Kenapa Mama biarkan aku menangis begitu lama?"

    Tak juga berhenti ia menangis. Tak juga berhenti ia memprotesku dengan matanya. Kupeluk ia lekat-lekat agar tak kupandang matanya. Kulitnya yang lembap semakin lengket bertemu kulitku. Mama buatkan susu ya.

    Kakinya menendang-nendang perutku hingga ceret yang kupegang meneteskan air panas ke jari kakiku. Aku mengernyit, diam, menahan sakit. Mungkin ini hukuman kecil bagi seorang ibu yang tak mendengar bayinya menangis. Kuberikan susu hangat itu. Tangisnya berhenti. Bibirnya mengisap cepat. Kuletakkan ia kembali ke babybox. Tangannya menggenggam jari telunjukku erat. Mata yang bening menatapku. Penuh cinta. Kenapa? Kenapa mencintaiku?

    Kepalaku mulai berdenyut-denyut. Aku ingin tetap di sudut itu. Ingin kulepaskan jari-jari kecil yang melingkari telunjukku. Ingin sekali kembali menghabiskan waktu memandangi jari-jari kakiku. Tapi matanya, mata bayi itu, mencintaiku, menuntutku, menuduhku.

    "Jangan tinggalkan aku, Mama."

    Kuusap airmata yang tersisa di pipinya, tapi segera tergantikan oleh airmata baru yang menetes dariku. Maafkan aku, bayiku. Maafkan aku, bayiku. Maafkan aku, bayiku. Aku berbisik berulang-ulang, seolah semuanya bisa termaafkan hanya oleh kata-kata. Ruang ini terlalu sempit, bahkan untuk diriku sendiri. Aku terus membisikkan kata maaf, hingga kata-kata itu tak lagi bermakna.
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    posted by writer.seal @ 9:15:00 PM ::