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Friday, December 4, 2009

DECEMBER 5th

DECEMBER 5th

• Thought/story:
His Greatest Gifts . . . Life & Love

• Scripture: Mark 4:35-41
Event: Calming the Storm
Jesus Christ had power over elements

• Recipe:
Dipped Pretzels. These are super easy to make and you can make either dipped pretzel rods or dip just regular pretzels. Use almond bark in either chocolate or vanilla (or both) and melt it down in the microwave or on the stove, then dip away and cool on waxed paper. Some fun variations are dipping in one color and “drizzling” in another, or adding red and green sprinkles before the bark hardens. If you’re dipping rods, try dipping just half of the rod. These look great on treat plates!

• Tradition: It might be fun to pick a specific date in December to decorate the house each year, such as the first Monday night in December. Then your children know that it will be done and can look forward to a specific date! Then you can decorate the house for Family Home Evening. Some people choose the day after Thanksgiving since a lot of people are off of work, so that might be another option if you want your decorations to be up a little longer.

• Small Gift Idea:
Using a long white or brown sack, decorate with drawn or fabric Christmas lights. Write these words between the lights: “May Your Christmas Sparkle”. Add a bottle of sparkling apple cider to the bag!

Some actual excerpts from A CHILD’S VIEW about Christmas. What would they like to change about the season? (From Parenting)
“Less shopping; my parents go to too many stores.” (James 10)
“I wish my mom didn’t buy so many presents for my relatives.
I have to help wrap them and it makes me hot and sweaty.”
(Courtney, 6)
“A present-unwrapping machine, a present-assembling
machine, fewer relatives, and a less crowded house.”
(Patrick, 7 & Jason, 10)
“Fewer presents-and don’t forget the meaning behind the hollidays."
(Jackie, 11)


HIS GREAT GIFTS: Life & love

He was a poor kid, born in a desolate place, not even in His parent’s home town. Mom didn’t even have a crib to put him in. Not even a midwife, let alone a doctor, was there for His birth.

His dad worked with his hands when there was work. They were shut out by those whom they asked to put up for the night, “no room, no room, “they were told.
Mom was young. Not really equipped to be a mother in some respects. Scared. Tired.
The world was in a mess. Their people were subject to another empire’s power. There was little love in much of their land. Taxes were beng imposed by the man across the seas who ran their country.

Any child brought into this kind of world would have to lift himself up by his bootstraps to make something of himself.

Poor, unsuspecting child. Little did He know that one day He’d be cursed and worshipped and held up to scorn. Little did he know that whenever he tried to speak of “love” and “truth” and “goodness” He’d be mocked. Like many who would come later, He would find that in a world of greed and power and pride, His humble way would only make Him an enemy to some.

Donkeys would provide some warmth for Him in his first hours of life, and sheep would bleat about Him as men of the fields stared at this tiny little boy wrapped in a swaddle of cloths.

Unknown to most men, unherald for nine-tenths of His life, betrayed by His closest companion, He never attained the worldly success and riches of many other boys who were born that day.

But He came into this world anyway. He wanted to. He felt He had to. The poor, the rejected, the oppressed, the sick and the wounded and the aging would need Him.
And the rich and the healthy, too. The powerful, when they strayed. The oppressors, lest they continue to oppress. The greedy, lest they become greedier.
Somehow, too, His mother and father knew. And when they helped Him grow, they nurtured Him on what little they had. They gave Him life and love, and in turn-for all men-He gave life and love in great abundance.

They called him Jesus.
-Author unknown

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DECEMBER 5th

DECEMBER 5th

• Thought/story:
His Greatest Gifts . . . Life & Love

• Scripture: Mark 4:35-41
Event: Calming the Storm
Jesus Christ had power over elements

• Recipe:
Dipped Pretzels. These are super easy to make and you can make either dipped pretzel rods or dip just regular pretzels. Use almond bark in either chocolate or vanilla (or both) and melt it down in the microwave or on the stove, then dip away and cool on waxed paper. Some fun variations are dipping in one color and “drizzling” in another, or adding red and green sprinkles before the bark hardens. If you’re dipping rods, try dipping just half of the rod. These look great on treat plates!

• Tradition: It might be fun to pick a specific date in December to decorate the house each year, such as the first Monday night in December. Then your children know that it will be done and can look forward to a specific date! Then you can decorate the house for Family Home Evening. Some people choose the day after Thanksgiving since a lot of people are off of work, so that might be another option if you want your decorations to be up a little longer.

• Small Gift Idea:
Using a long white or brown sack, decorate with drawn or fabric Christmas lights. Write these words between the lights: “May Your Christmas Sparkle”. Add a bottle of sparkling apple cider to the bag!

Some actual excerpts from A CHILD’S VIEW about Christmas. What would they like to change about the season? (From Parenting)
“Less shopping; my parents go to too many stores.” (James 10)
“I wish my mom didn’t buy so many presents for my relatives.
I have to help wrap them and it makes me hot and sweaty.”
(Courtney, 6)
“A present-unwrapping machine, a present-assembling
machine, fewer relatives, and a less crowded house.”
(Patrick, 7 & Jason, 10)
“Fewer presents-and don’t forget the meaning behind the hollidays."
(Jackie, 11)


HIS GREAT GIFTS: Life & love

He was a poor kid, born in a desolate place, not even in His parent’s home town. Mom didn’t even have a crib to put him in. Not even a midwife, let alone a doctor, was there for His birth.

His dad worked with his hands when there was work. They were shut out by those whom they asked to put up for the night, “no room, no room, “they were told.
Mom was young. Not really equipped to be a mother in some respects. Scared. Tired.
The world was in a mess. Their people were subject to another empire’s power. There was little love in much of their land. Taxes were beng imposed by the man across the seas who ran their country.

Any child brought into this kind of world would have to lift himself up by his bootstraps to make something of himself.

Poor, unsuspecting child. Little did He know that one day He’d be cursed and worshipped and held up to scorn. Little did he know that whenever he tried to speak of “love” and “truth” and “goodness” He’d be mocked. Like many who would come later, He would find that in a world of greed and power and pride, His humble way would only make Him an enemy to some.

Donkeys would provide some warmth for Him in his first hours of life, and sheep would bleat about Him as men of the fields stared at this tiny little boy wrapped in a swaddle of cloths.

Unknown to most men, unherald for nine-tenths of His life, betrayed by His closest companion, He never attained the worldly success and riches of many other boys who were born that day.

But He came into this world anyway. He wanted to. He felt He had to. The poor, the rejected, the oppressed, the sick and the wounded and the aging would need Him.
And the rich and the healthy, too. The powerful, when they strayed. The oppressors, lest they continue to oppress. The greedy, lest they become greedier.
Somehow, too, His mother and father knew. And when they helped Him grow, they nurtured Him on what little they had. They gave Him life and love, and in turn-for all men-He gave life and love in great abundance.

They called him Jesus.
-Author unknown