I took my tree down to the
shore.
The garland and the silver
star.
To find my peace and grieve no
more
To heal this place inside my
heart
On every branch I laid some
bread
And hungry birds filled up the
sky
The ran thy bells around my
head
They sang my spirit back to
life.
One tiny child can change the
world
One shining light can show the
way
For all my tears, for what I’ve
lost
There is still my joy
There is still my joy for
Christmas day.
The snow comes down on empty
sand
There’s tinsel moonlight on
the waves
My soul was lost, but here I
am
So this must be amazing grace.
Melissa Manchester
Hey! Unto you a child is born! Good morning readers, it has been a while. Far too long in fact. I’ve missed you and I apologize. It’s not that I’ve
ignored you or that there is nothing to say, my excuse is simply life has
gotten in the way. Like so many of us the everyday duties and responsibilities of
everyday life often and in recent days, most frequently call to us louder than
any other voice. For the last two years I have been working on my Master’s
certificate, was back on the road singing and traveling most weekends, sold
another home, moved to a new city, began a new job and have remarried. Life has
been a little busy. Yet somehow, among all of this, I feel guilty for not
having required myself to put pen to paper.
So, here I sit today, not unlike most days I’ve spent,
awaiting the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season. I am awake in the quiet
morning hours long before my family stirs and the words begin to call to me in
an old familiar voice, “come, let us sit a while”. Today the song that stirs within my soul “come
and see what God has done”. Indulge me
if you will, this may seem like rambling at moments, but I promise it will all
make sense eventually.
The tree is trimmed in the corner of my new living room,
presents spilling out from underneath its branches in a river of paper and bows
for my children and the two that I gained in marriage. There may even be a few
for my husband underneath there. My oldest now lives in Tampa instead of
Nashville and he and his beautiful wife have given me a perfect ginger haired
grandson and next week he will be here to unwrap the goodies from Nana and Papa
with little hands that have captured my heart.
I find myself once again in the land of the
unfamiliar. There are days when it all seems surreal to a point and in this
constantly changing world which I once embraced, in these hours I long for
something familiar to cling to. As of late it seems to me that I have been
walking through may days in a self -propelled haze, trying my best to adjust to
my new routine. My children are growing up and away as every mother knows they do. With this beautiful new family, there has been a year of adjustment and purposeful planning to incorporate old traditions from both sides and to create our own in this new season. So, it seems the Holy Spirit has wooed me this morning to bring
you along on this journey as He reminds me to come and see what God has done.
“For the Lord, your God has blessed you in all that you have done, He
has known your wanderings through the great wilderness. These years the Lord
your God has been with you; you have lacked nothing.” Deuteronomy 2:7
After 5 years I am back in the classroom full time again. 10
little souls from varied backgrounds are entrusted to me each day to fashion
them into productive little citizens. Their IQs range from 45-70 and their life
experiences are incredibly limited by the circumstances into which each was
born. To say that there are gaps to fill in for them would be a gross
understatement and would not begin to adequately assess the situation. Each of
my students is working on a functional curriculum which does allow me much
freedom in the materials and methods I incorporate into our daily routines. In
developing a Christmas unit this year, I debated on which story to use. In the
past, I have rotated each year between the Little House Christmas story, the
Polar Express and several others as well. My decision was made for me when
around Thanksgiving, my children all disclosed to me that none had ever heard
the Christmas story. You know, the birth of Christ. Not one. Only one child of
my 10 admitted to even attending church on an infrequent basis. Well, then what
else was I to do…this year’s Christmas unit would be The Best Christmas Pageant
Ever by Barbara Robinson.
If you are not familiar with this little novella, it is the
story of the worst kids in the world, the Herdmans who have stumbled into our
narrator’s church, lured in by false pretenses. As the story unfolds the
children have turned the church on its head and God reveals His glory in
unfamiliar and unexpected ways. We, the reader, are reminded that our familiar,
ornate, and traditional thoughts of Christmas may be less than accurate and
that even in the midst of what seems like chaos, God often provides in
unanticipated ways.
I would love to tell you that this little story had a
significant and life changing impact on my little flock and that each one was
immediately transformed from this experience, but I would be lying through my
teeth! Mostly, my students complained
that there were too many vocabulary words, or that the words were too hard. A
few readily embraced the story and asked questions. Most muddled through what
was considered to be just another story, but what they do not know is that
penned within the funny little scenes and the entertaining prose was the story
of redemption for all man. While the true meaning of Christmas may not have
leaped from the pages into actualization for my little charges, a tiny seed was
planted in each of their hearts and minds that I pray will grow and flourish as
well as the pussy willow seed in Leroy Herdman’s ear.
However, I think as in true Holy Spirit fashion, this unit
was more for me than for my students. Some of you know what I’m speaking of.
Finding God in unexpected and unfamiliar places. There are many of you that
like myself, have been in a season and even seasons of constant change and
unfamiliarity, some of our own choosing and some not. Some seasons of grief,
some seasons of joy, for some a bittersweet mixture of both. Mayhem and chaos,
confusion and fear all sent by an enemy to distract us from the voice of the
Father saying “I’m here, child. I’ve never left your side.” And yet on this side, the Holy Spirit reveals
to us the unexpected provisions of our Heavenly Father.
I imagine this was the case over two thousand years ago in
the bustling town of Bethelehem . Packed with strangers in the land of their
forefathers, yet unfamiliar to so many, chaos would have been the order of the
day as the mother of Jesus and her husband scurried to find shelter on the
Holiest of nights. No special treatment, no reservations, not even a small
corner of a room is offered to the young journey weary couple. In the pageant
in the story, this is where Imogene Herdman asked “didn’t they know he was
Jesus?” The truth is that no, they did
not. The people of the town were doing what we all do…going about their business
in the middle of what seemed to be a chaotic time for all. The truth is that
outside of this earthly couple entrusted to God incarnate, no one really cared.
One young couple here for the census among all the thousands of young couples
in the city were of no consequence to anyone else.
As we fill our pews during the Christmas season, we “ponder”
the sanitized version of the Christmas Story. Like the character Alice
Wendlekin, we take great offense to anything that makes the experience appear anything
less than Holy. When in actuality there was no silent night, there was no peace
on Earth, there was a make shift bed of straw, in a dark, damp, smelly cave
used as a stable. There was fear and pain as a young mother brought her child
into a world that was not ready to accept him for who he was. There was
uncertainty and unfamiliarity as a young man steps into a role that must have
felt to him like the weight of the world had been placed upon his shoulders.
There laid in a manger among the filth of animals lay the hope of all mankind
born in the lowliest of circumstances. The anticipated amid the unexpected. Though
not in what would seem to be the most appropriate of circumstances, God
provided.
“Hey! Unto You a child is born!” screams the youngest of the
wild Herdman children, Gladys. The meanest of them all. And so it is, that as
our story comes to a close, the Holy Spirit has allowed me to walk away with a
greater understanding as well. My students were entertained by the shenanigans of
Imogene, Ollie, Leroy, Ralph, Claude and Gladys Herdman and each heard the
story of Christ’s birth but I may have been the most affected by the reading of
this children’s book. As is true Holy Spirit
fashion, within my soul a stirring to remember that despite the chaos which
surrounds each of us, despite the turmoil, the financial difficulties, the
medical diagnosis, the grief and the uncertain, God has provided. Though the
details may not be what we ourselves had envisioned or planned, in His wisdom
and goodness, the Holy Father provides.
Unto us a child is born, unto us a Savior is given which is Christ the Lord!
I invite you, just as I have been reminded this Christmas season, come and see
what God has done. Amidst the baking and cooking, the wrapping and the carnage
after the gifts are opened, the hustle and bustle of the business of the
season, in the middle of your Bethelhem ask the Father to reveal his provisions.
Hey, unto you a child is born, maybe this is amazing grace.
But the angel said to them, “Do not be
afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David
a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. Luke 2:11
He who did not spare his own Son but gave
him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?
Roman 8:32
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Merry Christmas,
Shannon