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    <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Holding on to hurts causes us to live the pain over and over.&lt;BR /&gt; Lord, may I forgive so that I may heal.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Scripture for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "Yet, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our&lt;BR /&gt; potter; we are all the work of your hand." ~Isaiah 64:8&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Meditation for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Molding our lives means cutting and shaping our material into&lt;BR /&gt; something good, something which can express the spiritual. We have&lt;BR /&gt; been given the clay out of which we can mold something spiritual. We&lt;BR /&gt; can first recognize the selfishness in our desires and motives,&lt;BR /&gt; actions and words, and then mold that selfishness until it is&lt;BR /&gt; sublimated into a spiritual tool for good. As the work of molding&lt;BR /&gt; proceeds, we can see more and more clearly what must be done to mold&lt;BR /&gt; our lives into something even better.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Prayer for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I pray that I may mold my life into something useful and good. I pray&lt;BR /&gt; that I may not be discouraged by the slow progress that I make.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Hello my friends! Hope you all had a good Friday and the start of another&lt;BR /&gt; weekend! Here, it was nice - I did get to work today - but only in the&lt;BR /&gt; afternoon, so that was good. Then Linus wanted to go out to eat so we went&lt;BR /&gt; to Perkins and I had potato pancakes! Love those!! Tomorrow we are going&lt;BR /&gt; to visit my sister, Deil - Sammy gets to go along! We'll leave around nine&lt;BR /&gt; in the morning and hope to be back before dark. It's a little over an hour&lt;BR /&gt; drive. She has a little job for Linus to do too, put on her storm doors.&lt;BR /&gt; She said she'll make taco soup, and that's always good! It's her turn to&lt;BR /&gt; call Sister LaDonna tomorrow so thought I'll put her on speaker with my cell&lt;BR /&gt; and we can all talk to her like we did on Thanksgiving. I know I said&lt;BR /&gt; before what a blessing Deil is to me - and also to the rest of her sisters.&lt;BR /&gt; She is so wise, seems to always have the right answers. And she is so&lt;BR /&gt; prayerful - I’m so fortunate she is my sister! The weather is good for&lt;BR /&gt; driving - Praise God! so we picked a good day to go there. She doesn't&lt;BR /&gt; have a computer, so I won't be posting until I get back home.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Forgiveness&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them&lt;BR /&gt; they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him."&lt;BR /&gt; St. Teresa of Avila&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; For Reflection:&lt;BR /&gt; On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being "the greatest sinner" and 10 being the&lt;BR /&gt; "greatest saint," at what level am I according to this quote? Am I happy&lt;BR /&gt; with my position? What can I do to improve it according to St. Teresa of&lt;BR /&gt; Avila? With whom can I begin?&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Comfort, O Comfort My People&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The Good Shepherd is concerned about each and every one of us&lt;BR /&gt; and does not allow any to be lost without searching for and finding us.&lt;BR /&gt; When were you lost and God came in search of you and brought you back?&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; from Catholic Update: Rest Stops for a Rushed People&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; THE BEST GIFTS THIS SEASON&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To a Friend Loyalty&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To an Enemy Forgiveness&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Boss Service&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Child A good example&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Father Honor&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Mother Gratitude and Devotion&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Spouse Love and Faithfulness&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To Yourself Respect&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To All Men Charity&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To God Your Life!!&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "The Christmas Scout" (By Sam Hogan)&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; In spite of the fun and laughter, 13-year-old Frank Wilson was not happy. It&lt;BR /&gt; was true he had received all the presents he wanted. And he enjoyed the&lt;BR /&gt; traditional Christmas Eve reunions with relatives for the purpose of&lt;BR /&gt; exchanging gifts and good wishes. But, Frank was not happy because this was&lt;BR /&gt; his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who during the year, had&lt;BR /&gt; been killed by a reckless driver.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he&lt;BR /&gt; was leaving a little early to see a friend; and from there he could walk&lt;BR /&gt; home. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was&lt;BR /&gt; his&lt;BR /&gt; F A VORITE gift. He placed the other presents on his new sled. Then Frank&lt;BR /&gt; headed out, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop, and his&lt;BR /&gt; patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank always felt understood by him. Though rich in wisdom. he lived in the&lt;BR /&gt; Flats. the section of town where most of the poor lived. To Frank's&lt;BR /&gt; disappointment, his friend was not at home. As Frank hiked down the street&lt;BR /&gt; toward home, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many of the&lt;BR /&gt; small houses. Then, through one front window, he glimpsed a shabby room with&lt;BR /&gt; limp stockings hanging over an empty fireplace.&lt;BR /&gt; A woman was seated nearby...weeping. The stockings reminded him of the way&lt;BR /&gt; he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side. The next morning,&lt;BR /&gt; they would be bursting with presents.&lt;BR /&gt; A sudden thought struck Frank - he had not done his "good deed" for the day.&lt;BR /&gt; Before the impulse passed, he knocked on the door.&lt;BR /&gt; "Yes?" the sad voice of the woman asked.&lt;BR /&gt; "May I come in?" asked Frank.&lt;BR /&gt; "You are very welcome," she said, seeing his sled full of gifts, and&lt;BR /&gt; assuming he was making a collection, "but I have no food or gifts for you. I&lt;BR /&gt; have nothing for my own children."&lt;BR /&gt; "That's not why I am here," Frank replied. "Please choose whatever presents&lt;BR /&gt; you would like for your children from the sled."&lt;BR /&gt; "Why, God bless you!" the amazed woman answered gratefully. She selected&lt;BR /&gt; some candies. a game, the toy airplane and a puzzle. When she took the Scout&lt;BR /&gt; flashlight. Frank almost cried out. Finally, the stockings were full. "&lt;BR /&gt; "Won't you tell me your name?" she asked, as Frank was leaving.&lt;BR /&gt; "Just call me the Christmas Scout," he replied. The visit left Frank&lt;BR /&gt; touched, and with an unexpected flicker of joy in his heart. He understood&lt;BR /&gt; that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world. Before he left the&lt;BR /&gt; Flats, he had given away the remainder of his gifts. The plaid jacket had&lt;BR /&gt; gone to a shivering boy.&lt;BR /&gt; Now Frank trudged homeward, cold and uneasy. How could he explain to his&lt;BR /&gt; parents that he had given his presents away? “Where are your presents, son?”&lt;BR /&gt; asked, his father as Frank entered the house.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank answered, “I gave them away. “&lt;BR /&gt; "The airplane from Aunt Susan? Your coat from Grandma? Your flashlight? We&lt;BR /&gt; thought you were happy with your gifts. "&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "I was --very happy," the boy answered quietly.&lt;BR /&gt; "But Frank, how could you be so impulsive?" his mother asked. "How will we&lt;BR /&gt; explain to the relatives who spent so much time and gave so much love&lt;BR /&gt; shopping for you?"&lt;BR /&gt; His father was firm. "You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more&lt;BR /&gt; presents."&lt;BR /&gt; With his brother gone, and his family disappointed in him, Frank suddenly&lt;BR /&gt; felt dreadfully alone.&lt;BR /&gt; He had not expected a reward for his generosity, for he knew that a good&lt;BR /&gt; deed always should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he&lt;BR /&gt; did not want his gifts back; however he wondered if he would ever again&lt;BR /&gt; truly recapture joy in his life. He thought he had this evening, but it had&lt;BR /&gt; been fleeting. Frank thought of his brother, and sobbed himself to sleep.&lt;BR /&gt; The next morning, he came downstairs to find his parents listening to&lt;BR /&gt; Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:&lt;BR /&gt; "Merry Christmas, everybody! The nicest Christmas story we have this morning&lt;BR /&gt; comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled this morning,&lt;BR /&gt; another youngster has a fine plaid jacket, and several families report that&lt;BR /&gt; their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy who&lt;BR /&gt; simply called himself the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but&lt;BR /&gt; the children of the Flats claim that the Christmas Scout was a personal&lt;BR /&gt; representative of old Santa Claus himself "&lt;BR /&gt; Frank felt his father's arms go around his shoulders, and he saw his mother&lt;BR /&gt; smiling through her tears. "Why didn't you tell us? We didn't understand. We&lt;BR /&gt; are so proud of you, son."&lt;BR /&gt; The carols came over the air again filling the room with music: " and peace&lt;BR /&gt; to men on Earth. "&lt;BR /&gt; Praises sing to God the King,&lt;BR /&gt; The Christmas Scout's sacrifice gives us a little peek at the sacrifice of&lt;BR /&gt; the Father when He gave up His Best, His Son to be born to die to pay for&lt;BR /&gt; our sins on the cross, to save His needy people from their sinful poverty of&lt;BR /&gt; righteousness.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "But when you give to the needy , do not let your left hand know what your&lt;BR /&gt; right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father,&lt;BR /&gt; who sees what is done in secret, will reward&lt;BR /&gt; you." Matthew 6:3-4 (NIV)&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Isaiah 9:6-7 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and&lt;BR /&gt; the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called&lt;BR /&gt; Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;BR /&gt; Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He&lt;BR /&gt; will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom, establishing and&lt;BR /&gt; upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and&lt;BR /&gt; forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Kleenex Angels*&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I first heard about Alex and his mom, Diane, from his first grade&lt;BR /&gt; teacher, my daughter. She had asked me to pray for him, and it&lt;BR /&gt; wrenched my heart as she explained the circumstances. Alex's mom had&lt;BR /&gt; cancer and wasn't expected to live much longer. In early December the&lt;BR /&gt; doctors admitted her to the hospital for what they considered to be&lt;BR /&gt; the final time.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; A friend of mine took a small white lace angel to Diane's bedside, to&lt;BR /&gt; remind Alex that his mom would always be in the presence of angels.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Diane passed away two weeks before Christmas. Alex and his father took&lt;BR /&gt; the tiny angel home and placed it on top of their tree. When Alex&lt;BR /&gt; returned to his first grade classroom, he brought the little angel to&lt;BR /&gt; show his classmates. He carefully put it in a small box and handled it&lt;BR /&gt; oh, so lovingly. His classmates had known of Alex's mom’s serious&lt;BR /&gt; illness, and as he showed them this little lace angel, he shared that&lt;BR /&gt; his mother now resided in heaven.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I happened to stop by their classroom that day, and Alex opened the&lt;BR /&gt; box and showed me the angel. Tears ran down my face as I hugged Alex.&lt;BR /&gt; Before I knew it, one of his classmate was tugging at my skirt. She&lt;BR /&gt; held in her hand an angel made from a Kleenex tissue and scotch tape,&lt;BR /&gt; and as she handed it to me, she smiled shyly, "Here, this one is for&lt;BR /&gt; you!" How very sweet, I thought, and leaned down to thank her with a&lt;BR /&gt; hug.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; That evening I spoke with my daughter on the phone. She told me that&lt;BR /&gt; shortly after I left the classroom, she looked around, and this little&lt;BR /&gt; girl had made Kleenex tissue angels for the entire clas. They were&lt;BR /&gt; everywhere- on desktops, backpacks, a few dropped on the floor, and&lt;BR /&gt; some in the pockets or hands of the first graders.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; This child demonstrated God's love in action. She wanted to remind all&lt;BR /&gt; of us about God and His ministering angels. May we all have that type&lt;BR /&gt; of a heart this Christmas season...a heart ready to share God's love&lt;BR /&gt; with all who cross our path.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; * This week’s message was written by my sister, Marion Smith. It&lt;BR /&gt; speaks of love-in-action, which is what Christmas is: God’s love&lt;BR /&gt; demonstrated towards us through Emmanuel, Christ with us.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; ADVENT PRAYER&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Thank you, Lord Jesus, for coming into the world to help us, whether Jew or&lt;BR /&gt; gentile, by offering us your wisdom. Thank you for coming to me today&lt;BR /&gt; through your word in Scripture, through your Body and Blood in the sacrifice&lt;BR /&gt; of the Mass.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I thank you, Lord, because through your holy will, through your only Son,&lt;BR /&gt; along with your Holy Spirit, you have created all things, both spiritual and&lt;BR /&gt; physical, making us in your own image and likeness.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; You not only created us through your Son, but you redeemed us through him,&lt;BR /&gt; bringing him to birth, true God and true Man. Thank you for redeeming us&lt;BR /&gt; through his life and death. We can now look forward in hope to his Second&lt;BR /&gt; Coming in glory, when he will reward us all for our faithfulness. Amen.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Prayer for Trust in Jesus&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; O Christ Jesus,&lt;BR /&gt; when all is darkness&lt;BR /&gt; and we feel our weakness and helplessness,&lt;BR /&gt; give us the sense of Your presence,&lt;BR /&gt; Your love, and Your strength.&lt;BR /&gt; Help us to have perfect trust&lt;BR /&gt; in Your protecting love&lt;BR /&gt; and strengthening power,&lt;BR /&gt; so that nothing may frighten or worry us,&lt;BR /&gt; for, living close to You,&lt;BR /&gt; we shall see Your hand,&lt;BR /&gt; Your purpose, Your will through all things.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; St. Ignatius of Loyola&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Good night all and sweet dreams - may the Angels be with you all night long!&lt;BR /&gt; Have a wonderful Saturday - and don't forget to count your blessings!! God&lt;BR /&gt; Bless You All!&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
    <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 04:58:50 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>gloriajean</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2011-12-10T04:58:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Daily Positive Thread for Saturday</title>
      <link>https://community.qvc.com/t5/Community-Chat/Daily-Positive-Thread-for-Saturday/m-p/137297#M57379</link>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Holding on to hurts causes us to live the pain over and over.&lt;BR /&gt; Lord, may I forgive so that I may heal.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Scripture for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "Yet, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our&lt;BR /&gt; potter; we are all the work of your hand." ~Isaiah 64:8&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Meditation for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Molding our lives means cutting and shaping our material into&lt;BR /&gt; something good, something which can express the spiritual. We have&lt;BR /&gt; been given the clay out of which we can mold something spiritual. We&lt;BR /&gt; can first recognize the selfishness in our desires and motives,&lt;BR /&gt; actions and words, and then mold that selfishness until it is&lt;BR /&gt; sublimated into a spiritual tool for good. As the work of molding&lt;BR /&gt; proceeds, we can see more and more clearly what must be done to mold&lt;BR /&gt; our lives into something even better.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Prayer for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I pray that I may mold my life into something useful and good. I pray&lt;BR /&gt; that I may not be discouraged by the slow progress that I make.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Hello my friends! Hope you all had a good Friday and the start of another&lt;BR /&gt; weekend! Here, it was nice - I did get to work today - but only in the&lt;BR /&gt; afternoon, so that was good. Then Linus wanted to go out to eat so we went&lt;BR /&gt; to Perkins and I had potato pancakes! Love those!! Tomorrow we are going&lt;BR /&gt; to visit my sister, Deil - Sammy gets to go along! We'll leave around nine&lt;BR /&gt; in the morning and hope to be back before dark. It's a little over an hour&lt;BR /&gt; drive. She has a little job for Linus to do too, put on her storm doors.&lt;BR /&gt; She said she'll make taco soup, and that's always good! It's her turn to&lt;BR /&gt; call Sister LaDonna tomorrow so thought I'll put her on speaker with my cell&lt;BR /&gt; and we can all talk to her like we did on Thanksgiving. I know I said&lt;BR /&gt; before what a blessing Deil is to me - and also to the rest of her sisters.&lt;BR /&gt; She is so wise, seems to always have the right answers. And she is so&lt;BR /&gt; prayerful - I’m so fortunate she is my sister! The weather is good for&lt;BR /&gt; driving - Praise God! so we picked a good day to go there. She doesn't&lt;BR /&gt; have a computer, so I won't be posting until I get back home.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Forgiveness&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them&lt;BR /&gt; they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him."&lt;BR /&gt; St. Teresa of Avila&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; For Reflection:&lt;BR /&gt; On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being "the greatest sinner" and 10 being the&lt;BR /&gt; "greatest saint," at what level am I according to this quote? Am I happy&lt;BR /&gt; with my position? What can I do to improve it according to St. Teresa of&lt;BR /&gt; Avila? With whom can I begin?&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Comfort, O Comfort My People&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The Good Shepherd is concerned about each and every one of us&lt;BR /&gt; and does not allow any to be lost without searching for and finding us.&lt;BR /&gt; When were you lost and God came in search of you and brought you back?&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; from Catholic Update: Rest Stops for a Rushed People&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; THE BEST GIFTS THIS SEASON&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To a Friend Loyalty&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To an Enemy Forgiveness&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Boss Service&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Child A good example&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Father Honor&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Mother Gratitude and Devotion&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To your Spouse Love and Faithfulness&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To Yourself Respect&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To All Men Charity&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To God Your Life!!&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "The Christmas Scout" (By Sam Hogan)&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; In spite of the fun and laughter, 13-year-old Frank Wilson was not happy. It&lt;BR /&gt; was true he had received all the presents he wanted. And he enjoyed the&lt;BR /&gt; traditional Christmas Eve reunions with relatives for the purpose of&lt;BR /&gt; exchanging gifts and good wishes. But, Frank was not happy because this was&lt;BR /&gt; his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who during the year, had&lt;BR /&gt; been killed by a reckless driver.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he&lt;BR /&gt; was leaving a little early to see a friend; and from there he could walk&lt;BR /&gt; home. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was&lt;BR /&gt; his&lt;BR /&gt; F A VORITE gift. He placed the other presents on his new sled. Then Frank&lt;BR /&gt; headed out, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy Scout troop, and his&lt;BR /&gt; patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank always felt understood by him. Though rich in wisdom. he lived in the&lt;BR /&gt; Flats. the section of town where most of the poor lived. To Frank's&lt;BR /&gt; disappointment, his friend was not at home. As Frank hiked down the street&lt;BR /&gt; toward home, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many of the&lt;BR /&gt; small houses. Then, through one front window, he glimpsed a shabby room with&lt;BR /&gt; limp stockings hanging over an empty fireplace.&lt;BR /&gt; A woman was seated nearby...weeping. The stockings reminded him of the way&lt;BR /&gt; he and his brother had always hung theirs side by side. The next morning,&lt;BR /&gt; they would be bursting with presents.&lt;BR /&gt; A sudden thought struck Frank - he had not done his "good deed" for the day.&lt;BR /&gt; Before the impulse passed, he knocked on the door.&lt;BR /&gt; "Yes?" the sad voice of the woman asked.&lt;BR /&gt; "May I come in?" asked Frank.&lt;BR /&gt; "You are very welcome," she said, seeing his sled full of gifts, and&lt;BR /&gt; assuming he was making a collection, "but I have no food or gifts for you. I&lt;BR /&gt; have nothing for my own children."&lt;BR /&gt; "That's not why I am here," Frank replied. "Please choose whatever presents&lt;BR /&gt; you would like for your children from the sled."&lt;BR /&gt; "Why, God bless you!" the amazed woman answered gratefully. She selected&lt;BR /&gt; some candies. a game, the toy airplane and a puzzle. When she took the Scout&lt;BR /&gt; flashlight. Frank almost cried out. Finally, the stockings were full. "&lt;BR /&gt; "Won't you tell me your name?" she asked, as Frank was leaving.&lt;BR /&gt; "Just call me the Christmas Scout," he replied. The visit left Frank&lt;BR /&gt; touched, and with an unexpected flicker of joy in his heart. He understood&lt;BR /&gt; that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the world. Before he left the&lt;BR /&gt; Flats, he had given away the remainder of his gifts. The plaid jacket had&lt;BR /&gt; gone to a shivering boy.&lt;BR /&gt; Now Frank trudged homeward, cold and uneasy. How could he explain to his&lt;BR /&gt; parents that he had given his presents away? “Where are your presents, son?”&lt;BR /&gt; asked, his father as Frank entered the house.&lt;BR /&gt; Frank answered, “I gave them away. “&lt;BR /&gt; "The airplane from Aunt Susan? Your coat from Grandma? Your flashlight? We&lt;BR /&gt; thought you were happy with your gifts. "&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "I was --very happy," the boy answered quietly.&lt;BR /&gt; "But Frank, how could you be so impulsive?" his mother asked. "How will we&lt;BR /&gt; explain to the relatives who spent so much time and gave so much love&lt;BR /&gt; shopping for you?"&lt;BR /&gt; His father was firm. "You made your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more&lt;BR /&gt; presents."&lt;BR /&gt; With his brother gone, and his family disappointed in him, Frank suddenly&lt;BR /&gt; felt dreadfully alone.&lt;BR /&gt; He had not expected a reward for his generosity, for he knew that a good&lt;BR /&gt; deed always should be its own reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he&lt;BR /&gt; did not want his gifts back; however he wondered if he would ever again&lt;BR /&gt; truly recapture joy in his life. He thought he had this evening, but it had&lt;BR /&gt; been fleeting. Frank thought of his brother, and sobbed himself to sleep.&lt;BR /&gt; The next morning, he came downstairs to find his parents listening to&lt;BR /&gt; Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:&lt;BR /&gt; "Merry Christmas, everybody! The nicest Christmas story we have this morning&lt;BR /&gt; comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled this morning,&lt;BR /&gt; another youngster has a fine plaid jacket, and several families report that&lt;BR /&gt; their children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage boy who&lt;BR /&gt; simply called himself the Christmas Scout. No one could identify him, but&lt;BR /&gt; the children of the Flats claim that the Christmas Scout was a personal&lt;BR /&gt; representative of old Santa Claus himself "&lt;BR /&gt; Frank felt his father's arms go around his shoulders, and he saw his mother&lt;BR /&gt; smiling through her tears. "Why didn't you tell us? We didn't understand. We&lt;BR /&gt; are so proud of you, son."&lt;BR /&gt; The carols came over the air again filling the room with music: " and peace&lt;BR /&gt; to men on Earth. "&lt;BR /&gt; Praises sing to God the King,&lt;BR /&gt; The Christmas Scout's sacrifice gives us a little peek at the sacrifice of&lt;BR /&gt; the Father when He gave up His Best, His Son to be born to die to pay for&lt;BR /&gt; our sins on the cross, to save His needy people from their sinful poverty of&lt;BR /&gt; righteousness.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "But when you give to the needy , do not let your left hand know what your&lt;BR /&gt; right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father,&lt;BR /&gt; who sees what is done in secret, will reward&lt;BR /&gt; you." Matthew 6:3-4 (NIV)&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Isaiah 9:6-7 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and&lt;BR /&gt; the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called&lt;BR /&gt; Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;BR /&gt; Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He&lt;BR /&gt; will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom, establishing and&lt;BR /&gt; upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and&lt;BR /&gt; forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Kleenex Angels*&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I first heard about Alex and his mom, Diane, from his first grade&lt;BR /&gt; teacher, my daughter. She had asked me to pray for him, and it&lt;BR /&gt; wrenched my heart as she explained the circumstances. Alex's mom had&lt;BR /&gt; cancer and wasn't expected to live much longer. In early December the&lt;BR /&gt; doctors admitted her to the hospital for what they considered to be&lt;BR /&gt; the final time.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; A friend of mine took a small white lace angel to Diane's bedside, to&lt;BR /&gt; remind Alex that his mom would always be in the presence of angels.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Diane passed away two weeks before Christmas. Alex and his father took&lt;BR /&gt; the tiny angel home and placed it on top of their tree. When Alex&lt;BR /&gt; returned to his first grade classroom, he brought the little angel to&lt;BR /&gt; show his classmates. He carefully put it in a small box and handled it&lt;BR /&gt; oh, so lovingly. His classmates had known of Alex's mom’s serious&lt;BR /&gt; illness, and as he showed them this little lace angel, he shared that&lt;BR /&gt; his mother now resided in heaven.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I happened to stop by their classroom that day, and Alex opened the&lt;BR /&gt; box and showed me the angel. Tears ran down my face as I hugged Alex.&lt;BR /&gt; Before I knew it, one of his classmate was tugging at my skirt. She&lt;BR /&gt; held in her hand an angel made from a Kleenex tissue and scotch tape,&lt;BR /&gt; and as she handed it to me, she smiled shyly, "Here, this one is for&lt;BR /&gt; you!" How very sweet, I thought, and leaned down to thank her with a&lt;BR /&gt; hug.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; That evening I spoke with my daughter on the phone. She told me that&lt;BR /&gt; shortly after I left the classroom, she looked around, and this little&lt;BR /&gt; girl had made Kleenex tissue angels for the entire clas. They were&lt;BR /&gt; everywhere- on desktops, backpacks, a few dropped on the floor, and&lt;BR /&gt; some in the pockets or hands of the first graders.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; This child demonstrated God's love in action. She wanted to remind all&lt;BR /&gt; of us about God and His ministering angels. May we all have that type&lt;BR /&gt; of a heart this Christmas season...a heart ready to share God's love&lt;BR /&gt; with all who cross our path.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; * This week’s message was written by my sister, Marion Smith. It&lt;BR /&gt; speaks of love-in-action, which is what Christmas is: God’s love&lt;BR /&gt; demonstrated towards us through Emmanuel, Christ with us.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; ADVENT PRAYER&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Thank you, Lord Jesus, for coming into the world to help us, whether Jew or&lt;BR /&gt; gentile, by offering us your wisdom. Thank you for coming to me today&lt;BR /&gt; through your word in Scripture, through your Body and Blood in the sacrifice&lt;BR /&gt; of the Mass.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I thank you, Lord, because through your holy will, through your only Son,&lt;BR /&gt; along with your Holy Spirit, you have created all things, both spiritual and&lt;BR /&gt; physical, making us in your own image and likeness.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; You not only created us through your Son, but you redeemed us through him,&lt;BR /&gt; bringing him to birth, true God and true Man. Thank you for redeeming us&lt;BR /&gt; through his life and death. We can now look forward in hope to his Second&lt;BR /&gt; Coming in glory, when he will reward us all for our faithfulness. Amen.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Prayer for Trust in Jesus&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; O Christ Jesus,&lt;BR /&gt; when all is darkness&lt;BR /&gt; and we feel our weakness and helplessness,&lt;BR /&gt; give us the sense of Your presence,&lt;BR /&gt; Your love, and Your strength.&lt;BR /&gt; Help us to have perfect trust&lt;BR /&gt; in Your protecting love&lt;BR /&gt; and strengthening power,&lt;BR /&gt; so that nothing may frighten or worry us,&lt;BR /&gt; for, living close to You,&lt;BR /&gt; we shall see Your hand,&lt;BR /&gt; Your purpose, Your will through all things.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; St. Ignatius of Loyola&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Good night all and sweet dreams - may the Angels be with you all night long!&lt;BR /&gt; Have a wonderful Saturday - and don't forget to count your blessings!! God&lt;BR /&gt; Bless You All!&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 04:58:50 GMT</pubDate>
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