Children's Christmas Pageant
December 10th 2008 04:25
An experience written by a mother for your enjoyment.
My husband and I had been happily married (most of the
> time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a
> baby. I decided to do some serious praying and promised
> God that if he would give us a child, I would be a
> perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it
> with His word as my guide.
>
> God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son. The
> next year God blessed us with another son. The following
> year, He blessed us with yet another son. The year after
> that we were blessed with a daughter.
>
> My husband thought we'd been blessed right into
> poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was
> only four years old.
>
> I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant
> it. As a minister once told me, "If you pray for
> rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."
>
> I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the
> children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off
> to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children
> and I didn't want to disappoint Him.
>
> I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two
> dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby
> chicks. I tried to be understanding... when they started
> a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it
> took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three
> frogs. When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself
> and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot
> dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.
>
> In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand
> diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for
> more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God
> daily for my children. While I couldn't keep my
> promise to be a perfect mother - I didn't even come
> close...
>
> I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I
> knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my
> daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she
> wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up"
> Jesus, too.
>
> Something was lost in the translation when I explained
> that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it
> was generous of God to give us his "last wife."
>
> My proudest moment came during the
> children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing
> Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son
> was a wise man. This was their moment to shine.
>
> My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his
> line, "We found the babe wrapped in swaddling
> clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The
> baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes."
>
> My four-year-old "Mary" said, That's not
> 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten
> clothes."
>
> A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the
> shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo
> and lost her left wing.
>
> I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped
> the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the
> aisle crying, "Mama-mama."
>
> Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it
> tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped
> forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at
> the manger and announced, "We are the three wise
> men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and
> fur."
>
> The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the
> pageant got a standing ovation.
>
> "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much
> as this one," laughed the pastor, wiping tears from
> his eyes "For the rest of my life, I'll never
> hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common
> sense and fur."
>
> "My children are my pride and my joy and my
> greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse
> for an aspirin.
>
>
> GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS
My husband and I had been happily married (most of the
> time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a
> baby. I decided to do some serious praying and promised
> God that if he would give us a child, I would be a
> with His word as my guide.
>
> God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son. The
> next year God blessed us with another son. The following
> year, He blessed us with yet another son. The year after
> that we were blessed with a daughter.
>
> My husband thought we'd been blessed right into
> poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was
> only four years old.
>
> I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant
> it. As a minister once told me, "If you pray for
> rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."
>
> I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the
> children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off
> to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children
> and I didn't want to disappoint Him.
>
> I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two
> dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby
> chicks. I tried to be understanding... when they started
> took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three
> frogs. When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself
> and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot
> dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.
>
> In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand
> diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for
> more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God
> daily for my children. While I couldn't keep my
> promise to be a perfect mother - I didn't even come
> close...
>
> I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I
> knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my
> daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she
> wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up"
> Jesus, too.
>
> Something was lost in the translation when I explained
> that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it
> was generous of God to give us his "last wife."
>
> My proudest moment came during the
> children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing
> Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son
> was a wise man. This was their moment to shine.
>
> My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his
> line, "We found the babe wrapped in swaddling
> clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The
> baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes."
>
> My four-year-old "Mary" said, That's not
> 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten
> clothes."
>
> A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the
> shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo
> and lost her left wing.
>
> I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped
> the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the
> aisle crying, "Mama-mama."
>
> Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it
> tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped
> forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at
> the manger and announced, "We are the three wise
> men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and
> fur."
>
> The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the
> pageant got a standing ovation.
>
> "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much
> as this one," laughed the pastor, wiping tears from
> his eyes "For the rest of my life, I'll never
> hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common
> sense and fur."
>
> "My children are my pride and my joy and my
> greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse
> for an aspirin.
>
>
> GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS
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