We woke this a.m. to another perfect example of Indiana weather. (There’s an old saying, “If you don’t like the weather in Indiana, just wait a few minutes, and it’ll change.”)
Christmas Day and yesterday, we wore T-shirts and long-sleeved cover-ups. Today we are wearing snow boots, gloves and winter coats.
The early morning hours were so quiet you could almost hear a snowflake drop. Huge snowflakes filled the air like goose down in a pillow fight, and quickly comforted the cold earth like patchwork on Grandmother’s feather bed.
Christmas snow is fashionably late, and keeping with Hoosier style.
As an early birthday gift to myself, I joined a Signing For The Savior class in September. For three months we practiced Christmas carols and hymns to perform in churches and convalescent centers. As my Christmas gift to my church family, I signed the Lord’s Prayer and Silent Night on the fourth Sunday of Advent. Today, my Happy Birthday Jesus gift is to share this mission field with the world.
Instead of a singing angel, this signing angel was made by the hands of two of my dear friends. Her message is the universal sign “I Love You.”
She and only one other like her were gifted to two special women whom God brought together to form His Signing For The Savior Choir.
“Mary wrapped the first gift” and today the Greatest Gift is love.
I saved Christmas Eve to feature a very special ornament and favorite hymn: “We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.” Since the boys at church couldn’t carry a tune, they got to be shepherds in all the pageants, and my cousin, Reta, and friend, Linda, and I got to sing solos of the next three verses, carrying our respective gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the Christ child. For many years, as the third wise man, I sang “Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.” Such somber verse is explained by the last: “Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice. Alleluia, alleluia! Sounds through the earth and skies.” The life experience and “The Quest of the Magi” have guided me to the perfect Light.
“Wise men still seek Jesus.”
Hark! Today’s countdown feature makes our Christmas treetop glisten. She doesn’t sing, but the graceful movement of her wings makes a joyful noise. In the still of the night, I listen for the sound of this snow angel’s kiss against my windows.
Candles in my window take on a special glow at night, announcing to the world that the true spirit of Christmas lives within our home and warms our hearts.