Christmas in the 1940's
The holidays are here again and I find myself in my daughter's living room looking at a beautiful Christmas tree. While gazing at the presents beneath the tree I'm reminded of Christmas as a child in the 1940's. I was a little girl growing up among the Hutterites. We were not allowed to hang colored lights on our homes. We could have no Christmas tree.
There is one Christmas from my childhood that stands out in the mind. My pregnant mother was sick in bed that Christmas and my sweet daddy wanted to give my sister Becky and me a little Christmas. Christmas morning we woke to find stockings bulging with colored beads, pins and beautiful silk hankies. We pulled each item out carefully with admiration. I let the beads roll through my fingers.
Then we realized that we were looking at Mother's treasures. My parents did not have money to spend on presents so my daddy went through mother's cedar chest and filled socks with her treasures. Daddy let us look over our presents for awhile and then he said, "Now let's put it back." This is how our Daddy gave us a Christmas that he didn't have.
Many years later I met my Heavenly Father. He offered a much better gift and He did not ask me to put it back. I found something better than a stocking full of my mother's treasures. My Heavenly Father sent His son as a child.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16 (NKJV)
God has given His Son to die for our sins. When we accept His gift we become His jewels.
“They shall be Mine,” says the Lord of hosts, “On the day that I make them My jewels.
And I will spare them As a man spares his own son who serves him.” Malachi 3:17 (NKJV)
Isn't that wonderful, when we receive presents from man we hold jewels that we must one day give up. When God gives a gift we become jewels that He will never lose.