[Faith-talk] Daily Thought for Thursday, December 26, 2013
David Andrews
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Sat Dec 28 18:32:11 UTC 2013
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At 05:43 PM 12/26/2013, you wrote:
>I do not even know if this list takes attachments. However, you
>could search for a youthube link for us to play/download.
>
>hth
>
>Doris in Lutherland
>
>At 05:10 PM 2013/12/26 -0500, you wrote:
>>Well folks, 'tis the day after Christmas, but I hope and pray that
>>the real reason for the season remains with us for a little
>>while. That's why the rest of the month and year will still
>>contain articles and stories around this most wonderful of Christian seasons.
>>
>>I may have given this one to most of you last year, but I can't
>>remember. Suffice it to say that if it were possible I'd like to
>>play a music box selection while I verbally read this piece, but
>>alas I don't know how to attach an audio file, and perhaps many of
>>you wouldn't know how to open it even if I could. Anyway the title
>>of this story by Brenda West is entitled "Mom's Christmas Music
>>Box," rendered as follows:
>>
>>I carefully lifted the small box from the top of the shelf of the
>>bedroom closet. Standing tiptoe on a dining room chair, I
>>stretched farther than gravity allowed and lurched forward. As I
>>struggled to regain my balance, I envisioned a long-dreaded
>>disaster. "Oh, no," I muttered, "after all these years, all I need
>>to do now is drop this treasure. After all, it's an irreplaceable keepsake."
>>
>>I managed to retain my composure and climb down, planting my feet
>>firmly on the floor. Shakily, I clutched the box in both hands and
>>sank into the living room recliner. After resting momentarily, I
>>removed the lid from the cardboard container and pushed aside a
>>mound of tissue paper. Nestled safely inside was a tiny, molded
>>plastic church, complete with a key-wound music box. Its original
>>white color had turned to ivory over time, but the miniature had
>>remained in almost perfect condition.
>>
>>The small house of worship featured authentic detailing, from the
>>steepl topped with a "gold" cross to the double entrance doors and
>>"stained glass" windows. Four surrounding steps formed the
>>base. I plugged in the detachable cord holding a clear glass
>>bulb. Instantly, brilliant illumination flooded the interior and
>>shone through the delicate windows, evoking serenity and reverence
>>while creating varicolored hues.
>>
>>I wound the key and placed the memento on the mantel. The tinkling
>>sounds of "Silent Night" floated through the quiet house. Missy
>>and Tuffy, my nonchalant cats, were quickly roused. Forgetting the
>>intrusion on their naps, they padded toward me and stared intently
>>at the new attraction. Eyeing the music box curiously, the two
>>curled up beside my chair and purred contentedly.
>>
>>When the last note faded, I twisted the key once more. Slowly, the
>>present faded to mid December 1952. Mom was supervising my two
>>younger brothers and me as we trimmed our fresh-cut evergreen. The
>>piquant scent of pine filled the rooms as it mingled with other
>>pleasing aromas of homemade cakes, cookies, and candy. We three
>>were bursting with pre-Christmas excitement, hoping Santa Claus
>>would be generous on his visit to our house.
>>
>>As we finished tossing tinsel on the tree, Mom's eyes gleamed and a
>>secretive smile spread across her face. We watched in anticipation
>>as she opened a newly delivered package from a mail order
>>house. As she took her time to cut the strings and remove the
>>brown paper wrapping, we barely contained our mounting
>>curiosity. With the aplomb of a skillful magician anxious to
>>mesmerize his audience, Mom revealed her surprise, a church music
>>box. Tenderly, she held up the small object, allowing us to
>>inspect it from every angle. We were permitted to look but not touch.
>>
>>My brothers and I squirmed in anticipation as Mom, clearly amused
>>by our reaction, ceremoniously turned the key. Within our hushed
>>circle, the first notes of "Silent Night" burst forth. We listened
>>attentively until the last note quivered abruptly to an end. Then,
>>we urged Mom to play it again, and again.
>>
>>The evening passed quickly as we became enchanted by the sound and
>>sight of Mom's music box. While we listened repeatedly to the
>>familiar refrain, we could almost picture the manger scene being
>>reenacted in the sanctuary before a hushed congregation.
>>
>>How powerful is the childish imagination! Often, it is the cushion
>>that softens the harsh blows of life. If only the elusive trait
>>survived the transition to adulthood, perhaps we could retain our
>>childlike wonder of the miracle of Christmas.
>>
>>The church music box became a tradition at our home, filling a role
>>as vital as the tree, lights, and other decorations, but as we
>>rushed headlong into growing up, the music box, like the other
>>decorations, grew less prominent until it was put away and nearly forgotten.
>>
>>Somehow, the church escaped damage during its faithful service,
>>including several moves to other houses. Recently, Mom
>>relinquished the cherished possession to me because I had an
>>expressed a sentimental attraction to it.
>>
>>Many Christmases have come and gone, yet the miniature church
>>continues faithfully to sing forth the beloved carol. Its presence
>>serves as a reminder of the Living Gift bestowed upon our troubled
>>Earth many centuries ago on a silent, starlit night.
>>
>>That Gracious Gift offers peace and joy to all who will accept.
>>
>>And there you have Brenda's article which I hope was a blessing to
>>you. Many years ago in 1980, I was in Brawner's Christmas Store in
>>Frankenmuth Michigan about 100 miles north of Detroit, and saw a
>>very similar-looking music box, although it didn't play "Silent
>>Night." It played an old German Christmas carol whose first verse
>>is as follows:
>>
>>O come, little children;
>>Oh come, let us all,
>>Come to the stable
>>In Bethlehem's stall.
>>
>>This article brought back memories of that visit. I'm not sure,
>>but I think that Mr. Brawner and family have sadly closed down the
>>store, although I'm not sure. For those who don't know,
>>Frankenmuth, located on the banks of the Cass River, was up until
>>1945 100% German Lutheran. The village got its name from the
>>Franconia area of Bavaria, and the bells of St. Lawrence Lutheran
>>Church were hand-made in Germany. At one point before modern
>>buildings were erected, it was said that they could be heard for
>>seven miles, though I have no way of confirming that. I had a
>>delightful time visiting the town, including recording the bus tour
>>of the place and the recording, in English and German, the
>>glockenspiel rendition of "The Pied Piper of Hamlin," although in
>>truth that wasn't Bavarian, but took place in Westphalia, as at
>>least one person reading this will testify.
>>
>>Oh well, enough of my reminiscing. Until tomorrow when, Lord
>>willing another daily thought message will be presented, may the
>>God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob just keep us safe, individually and
>>collectively, in these last days in which we live. Your Christian
>>friend and brother, Paul
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