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[title] => A CHRISTMAS LESSON
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[hometext] => CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY CHRISTIAN
[bodytext] => A CHRISTMAS LESSON “Is there a purpose?” “Why are we here?” A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near. “I really do hope that someday I will know the reason we stand out here in the snow ringing this bell as people walk by while snowflakes descend from out of the sky.” The mother just smiled at her shivering son who would rather be playing and having some fun but soon would discover before evening was done the meaning of Christmas the very first one. The young boy exclaimed, “Mother, where does it go?” “All the pennies we collect every year in the snow.” “Why do we do it?” “Why do we care?” “We work for these pennies so why should we share.” “Because once a small baby, so meek and so mild was born in a manger.” She said to the child. “The Son of a King was born in this way To give us the message He carried that day.” “You mean baby, Jesus?” Is He why we’re here ringing this bell at Christmas time every year?” “Yes” said the mother, “That is why you should know about the very first Christmas a long time ago.” “The present God gave to the world on that night Was the gift of His Son to make everything right. Why did He do it? Why did He care? to teach about loving and how we should share.” “The meaning of Christmas you see my dear son is not about presents and just having fun. But the gift of a Father – His own precious Son so the world would be saved when His work was all done. Now the little boy smiled with a tear in his eye As snowflakes kept falling from out of the sky – rang louder the bell as the people walked by while down deep in his heart at last he knew why. - Tom Krause Copyright 2003 www.coachkrause.com [comments] => 2 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 18 [informant] => Tkrause [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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