Tag: Christmas joy

  • Are you thinking Christmas won't be the same this year? Feeling a bit rushed?  

    It's time for a break. Sit for a moment and catch the joy of these children–and adults–as you watch and listen to this YouTube of some years ago.

    First, a bit of background          

    It all started when James Barthelman and his wife moved from Nebraska to the tiny village of Quinhagak, Alaska, to teach. Quinhagak is a (mostly) Yup'ik Eskimo village, 400 miles west of Anchorage, with no roads to the outside world. At the last census the population numbered 699 residents.

    James was to teach in the village school, Kuinerramiut Elitnarviat School. 

    During the school year he and his fifth-graders came up with making this YouTube video as a school computer project that would involve both children and villagers. Barthelman filmed it, intending that this YouTube would go only to other Yup'ik villages in the area. 

    But it caught on and went viral

    By now well over 1.8 million people have viewed this lively performance, all of it synced with the recording of the Robert Shaw Chorale singing the "Hallelujah" chorus from Handel's Messiah.

    That one teacher in one small school never imagined how many people would be entranced by this video. 

    Quinhagak is a long way from Dublin, Ireland, where George Frideric Handel composed Messiah in 1741. At the time he considered himself something of a failure. Then during a 24-day period he composed the entire score of Messiah, for both choir and orchestra. He said he felt God gave him the music.

    Handel never could have foreseen how his music would endure.

    Nor that centuries later a teacher and a group of Inuit children would come up with such a creative performance, all of it synced with a recorded choir singing Handel's "Hallelujah" chorus.

    Consider this another reminder what God can do with the work of one individual 

    Although Handel composed many other musical works, only his "Hallelujah" chorus is sung and hummed all over the world. His Messiah is performed every Christmas season by choruses and choirs in huge cities and in tiny villages on every continent.  

    There's a lesson here for you and me

    As individuals and as moms and dads we cannot know what God will do with our work.

    Or the work of our children.

    I can't help thinking of this Bible verse.

    For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.   Ephesians 2:10  NIV

    That verse wasn't aimed only at Handel and other famous people. It speaks to you and me, too.

    Think you're on a treadmill and going nowhere?

    Perhaps today you question the value of your life. Maybe you're facing your first Christmas alone after losing a loved one.

    Maybe you're a mom and your family most often notices what you do when you don't do it.  

    Put a positive spin on that. Being taken for granted also means your family knows they can count on you.

    What's more, the family life you create and the love you pour into your days will live on in your children.

    Joy comes from giving ourselves fully, knowing that what we do matters, whether we see the end result or not.

    God is faithful. What we do in love will live on

    Believe it. Let that truth put fresh energy in your tired body.

    Someone needs us, needs our kind words, needs our encouragement. Whether we realize it or not, those are gifts, too.

    This Christ-mas season let's put aside our usual thoughts of hurry and pressure and think on the greatest Gift. 

    For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.   John 3:16  ESV

    Hallelujah!

    Lenore

  • I wish I could say I mailed off the last Christmas letter today.

    Notice, "I wish I could say … "

    Not yet. Blog. Rural mail carrier stamp. 12.15

    I love Christmas cards and letters in any form at all. Hearing from friends and loved ones is one of my favorite things about Christmas.

    Are they worth the effort?

    I remember…


    For many years of my life I lived in the Midwest, in the middle of farming country.
     

    No computers or Internet back then and all telephones were land-line. Few people made long-distance calls that went over the 3-minute limit. Too expensive. 

    But then and now, country folks had R.F.D., Rural Free Delivery of the mail.

    Rural mail carriers are tough. They drive long daily routes and deliver mail to every house along their appointed route, almost no matter what the weather. 

    No wonder our "mailman" was our hero

    As a child I watched for ours with daily anticipation. After all, he might bring us something exciting from the outside world! 

    Like letters. Magazines. The daily newspaper. 

    Twice a year my hero brought big fat catalogs from Sears. And Montgomery Ward. And Spiegel.

    In cold December he delivered patches of warm sunlight disguised as Christmas cards and letters.

    Every day I saw and heard the worth of Christmas greetings. I watched my parents as they read every Christmas letter sometimes with laughter, sometimes with tears. Then one would ask the other, "Remember when … ?" and retell old stories.

    As a little girl it seemed magical that people we hadn't seen for years at once felt close again.

    A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.  Prov. 17:17

    Light in the winter darkness

    As an Illinois farm wife I lived miles away from my family. Years later my husband I moved our family far from our Midwestern roots. After that came several job-related moves on the West Coast. 

    No matter. 

    Wherever we've lived, when we pick up our December mail and find Christmas cards and letters, I think exactly what I thought as a child: They haven't forgotten us. We still matter to them. This person loves me/us.

    I love what C. S. Lewis said:

    “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.”  

    In a world that sometimes feels cold and impersonal, simple Christmas greetings bring warmth and joy

    Both the frenzy of sending and the joy of receiving remind us again that people matter more than anything. 

    Just a simple note can bring joy. A line or two, perhaps, "Thinking of you and sending you love and blessings," is enough.

    So I make no apologies.  I crave that heart-to-heart communication across the miles, whether it arrives in a stamped envelope or as an E-mail.

    And I'll bet you do, too. (Aren't we all the same under the skin?)

    My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.  –John 15:12

    And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.  –Luke 6:31

    It's never too late to start again

    With red face I admit if I were an airline I'd be out of business. This last year or so almost every greeting I've sent arrived late. It's time I reprogram my software.

    So I'm gearing up to send good old hold-in-your-hand Christmas greetings to convey what's in my heart.

    In an age of technology that sounds old-fashioned, but who knows? Maybe I'm on the cutting edge.

    Sometimes they look a lot alike.

    Question: How about you? Please, tell us how you communicate love and joy at Christmas.

    Merry getting-ready-for-Christmas, 

    Lenore

     

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