More Holiness Give Me: Christ for Christmas Day One!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Christ for Christmas Day One!

Do you guys think it is funny that Corey never even mentioned one time why I had stars hanging all over the house? I guess he is just use to me.

John 10:27-30 "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any [man] pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave [them] me, is greater than all; and no [man] is able to pluck [them] out of my Father's hand. I and [my] Father are one."

Tonight on day number one of Finding Christ for Christmas we read this scripture and discussed that we are His sheep. We discuss what happens to us if we do not follow the Shepard and ways we can become lured away from the flock. This is why we have our faces taped to sheep of course.

Although one child made obnoxious noises through part of it and "someone" was still up and distracting us with her chubby little cutie pie fatty pants little self, (Kate, not me) I was happy they all understood already that Christ was our Shepard and we needed to follow Him. They seem willing and excited to sit down and discuss, which is a great sign.

The tree looks awesome with the pictures of Christ hanging about. I think I will let the kids add other ornaments as one child was sad to not help decorate it. But Christ is definitely the theme. I have a "We Believe" little ornament on there. I want to find as many as I can for the tree. Not because we believe in Santa like the "We believe" probably means but because "We Believe" in Christ. Help me find them!

I have the most Incredible Awesome Fabulous news to share in a later post. That is all I can expose now until my husband gives me the word but trust me you are all going to want to cry for me when you hear it! And no...sadly and gladly...I'm not pregnant!

Nathan told me today that Obama asked a bunch of people what person we celebrated Christmas for. Apparently Cinderella was the consensus. What the chicken? Somehow I think he got the story confused. I even googled it and couldn't find anything.

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Unknown said...: Have I told you yet how much I love this idea? I wish my kids were old enough to sit still for a mini lesson. I may take this idea and steal it for the future. . . keep it up!
ps- how's nathan doing on his violin piece?; December 2, 2009 at 9:18 AM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Christ for Christmas Day One!

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