The Words of Micah Regarding Where the Messiah Would Be Born:
“But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the
thousands of Judah, yet out
of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel;
whose goings forth have been
from of old, from everlasting.” (Micah 5:2)
Carol: “O Little Town of Bethlehem”
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And, gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wond’ring love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is giv’n!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heav’n.
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
Mr. Jinks Hands Out The Holly
The Children’s Friend,
December 1958
David had just finished making a snowman. He was very large and
round with the jolliest face ever. He wore a high hat and a red plaid muffler, although why any
snowman should want a muffler, David didn’t quite know. He only knew that it seemed to
suit Mr. Jinks.
Of course his name was Mr. Jinks because that was what David named
every snowman he had ever made. He had made several—three this very winter, but not one
of them had seemed as handsome and jolly looking as the present Mr. Jinks. “I’m glad
that you’re close to the sidewalk,” David told him, “because you look as if you were wishing everyone
a Merry Christmas.”
He had just added another coal button when the parcel-post truck
drove up and the driver carried a huge box into the house. “Ill bet that’s the holly Grandpa sent
from Oregon,” David called, following the man into the house.
“Yes, I’m sure it is,” replied his mother. When they had opened
the box she said, There’s an extra lot this year. We can make wreaths for every one of the front
windows.” David helped, and when all the wreaths had been made there was a large basket of
small pieces left over.
“I wonder what we can do with these?” she said. “They are much too
pretty to be thrown away.”
“I know!” cried David. “I’ll let Mr. Jinks give them away. He can
help make a merry Christmas for everyone who passes.”
“I think that’s a lovely idea,” Mother agreed. “And I’m sure that
Mr. Jinks will think so too.”
First David made a sign which read “Merry Christmas. Help
yourself.” Then he took the basket of holly out and propped it up in front of the snowman. After that he
stood in one of the front windows to watch the people pass.
Mr. Bromley the banker, was the first one to come by. He was
walking very fast and looking straight ahead. David was very much afraid that Mr. Bromley was going
to pass right by without so much as a glance. But no, he saw the sign and stopped long
enough to put a sprig of holly in his buttonhole. David could see a smile on the banker’s face, and
he couldn’t remember ever having seen him smile before. But then, he reminded himself that
he didn’t see Mr. Bromley very often and that maybe it worried him to have so much money in the
bank that belonged to other people.
Next came Mrs. Ross, who worked in the bakery. She was walking
slowly, as if she was very tired. “I guess that she has been making hundreds of fruit cakes,”
said David to himself. When she noticed Mr. Jinks’ smiling face she smiled back and took a sprig
of holly. Then she walked along as if she weren’t nearly so tired.
Some boys with ice skates came next. They each took some holly and
called to the snowman. “Thanks, old fellow. A Merry Christmas to you, too.”
David watched people go by until it grew too dark for him to see
any longer. Almost everyone had stopped to pick up a sprig of holly. “Mr. Jinks sure made a
merry Christmas for a lot of people, he said to his mother.
“So he did,” she smiled. “With the help
of you and Grandpa.”
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