Our daughter, Joycie went to the resale shop the other day and shared with me over text this magnificent treasure of a book with a few excerpts! Oh me oh my, this is so precious to my heart.
My Favorite Christmas Story - by Roy Rogers, published in 1960
Joycie shares she's reading this in the mornings with her coffee as part of Advent readings and I can sure understand why.
Just a few excerpts and the inscription is just. Precious.
I found myself a used copy and am eagerly awaiting it's arrival!
Here's a short clip of the famous scene from Frank Capra's 'Meet John Doe'. I had written a post on this most wonderful movie recently.
Don't be a Heelot!
It's crazy isn't it? What has become of everything?
Is Christmas about you, me or what?
Remember in school when we were little children or beyond, Christmas crafts would be made many years from the beautiful art on front of Christmas cards. There would be beautiful nativity scenes, deer, puppies and kittens, all kinds of beautiful and adorable pictures that reflected this beautiful and meaningful season. Once in a while a treasured photo would be tucked in one and that would usually go into a photo album or special place where photos were kept.
Now-a-days everything is getting facebooked or facebook-styled to death if you ask me. Even cards are all about me, all about me, all about me. Not even a honest hand signed signature let alone a written wish or prayer for a blessed new year to the recipient, no question of how people are even doin' these days. Now don't get me wrong, I love seeing and am thankful for precious families and I know people are at least thinking of the recipient to use a stamp to send one....Right?
Right??? Hmmm...Sometimes I have to ask....What is Christmas all about? Me, you or what?
I tell ya what, we seem to be living in a very ungrateful and ungracious culture and I see an unthankful attitude in all ages of people. I've never seen anything like it. You try to be kind to people and many times not even a reply or a thank you. It's shameful.
My husband always says..There's not much worse than ungratefulness.
All we can do is live the Life, keep the wonder of it all in that Holy Night. I love all the sweet cheerful Christmas decorations and even get a kick out of cute wrapping paper but also enjoy the still Holy Night, meditating on that. Even as a little child I remember feeling the Holy Spirit so strongly in our living room as I gazed upon our manger scene in the dark amidst the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree in our little 30s living room.
Let me know how you are all doing, if this blog is beneficial or encouraging to you, and please know many of you are in my prayers.
I appreciate and am thankful for sweet readers who read here!
Enjoy those cherished little habits of the home, not perfectionism by any means, perfectionism ruins everything and wears our families down...but just sweet little habits. : ) Love, love, love.
Signing off from My Forest Cathedral. Will be checking in later with Christmas things to enjoy. ~Amelia
The most vivid memories of Christmases past are usually not of gifts given or received, but of the spirit of love, the special warmth of Christmas worship, the cherished little habits of the home, the results of others acting in the spirit of Christ.
God grant you the light in Christmas, which is faith; the warmth of Christmas, which is love...the all of Christmas, which is Christ.