| 12/22/08 04:22 PM |
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Donald Chandler
Merry Christmas everyone! I’m feeling a bit nostalgic… and I love Christmas! and I’m in a writing mood today. So please forgive me if this gets too long.
As a kid growing up on a farm in the 1950’s, my favorite Christmas memories were all of family… Mom’s homemade candies and cookies… going with Daddy to the woods to find a Christmas tree… and that long sleepless night before Christmas. The tree always looked bigger than life, and I loved those beautiful lights, especially those colorful electric “bubbling” candles that you never see anymore. There was never a lot under the tree on Christmas morning, but Santa always seemed to leave exactly what I and brother Ron really wanted. It was magical! Mom & Dad are gone now, and Ron and sister Helen too. And Christmas just isn’t the same without them.
But Liz and I have created our own memories through the years, and one of my favorite Christmas memories actually happened in September eight years ago. (Please bear with me). We were blessed to be a part of a pilgrimage to the Holy Land in the year 2000. One afternoon we visited Bethlehem, which is not such a “little town” anymore. After having falafel for lunch, we went to the Church of the Nativity, which tradition says is on the exact site of the stable/cave where Jesus was born. The very ornate church was not exactly what I expected, but what happened later remains burned into my soul. We went just outside of town to some local shepherd’s fields (yes, there are still shepherds in Israel). We stood on those hills looking back toward Bethlehem in the distance with the Church of the Nativity silhouetted against the late day sky and listened as our Pastor read the Christmas story from the scriptures. I was trying to imagine what it must have been like on that night 2000 years before when the angel of the Lord appeared to those poor shepherds and let them hear the Good News of Jesus birth! As I stood there clicking away with my camera, a young shepherd boy came around carrying a little lamb, and he was more than happy to pose for a picture with Liz. To this day, when I hear “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” or my favorite Christmas song, “Oh Holy Night” my mind goes back to those shepherd fields. I guess the farm boy in me identifies with what those poor shepherds must have felt on that first Christmas night.
Liz and I plan to go “over the hills and through the woods” to Louisville, Kentucky early tomorrow morning to spend Christmas with some of her family. I would love to see my first “White Christmas,” but I think there is a very slim chance of that this year. May all of you have a wonderful, blessed Christmas with your family and friends. If you are out and about, please travel safely. And if you have some favorite Christmas memories to share, I would love to read them too.
Love & Christmas Blessings! Don
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