12/08/07 Weekend Grif.Net – Christmas Pageant

12/08/07 Weekend Grif.Net – Christmas Pageant

[Roger shared this enjoyable adventure with me]

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
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

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 own 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

‘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.

Dr Bob Griffin,
1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given