Monday, October 29, 2012

Christmas visitor

     My mother told a story once about a Christmas Eve when she was a young girl.  It was the 1940's when money was tight due to the war.  In those times, children didn't receive the amazing bounty of gifts we do today.  They were lucky to have an old stocking filled with some hard candy, nuts, maybe even an orange or other piece of fruit.  But they were special times, warm and cozy.  Families gathered for their meager meals. Prayers were said around tables thanking God for his goodness.  Stories, laughter and songs were shared.
     It was on such a Christmas Eve night that while cleaning up after a family meal, a knock sounded at the front door of my mother's aunt's house.  My mother and a  young cousin went to see who it was. A strange, disheveled fellow stood upon the porch, barely dressed in enough warm clothing for the snowy night.  He asked if perhaps their family would be able to spare some food for him.  The children ran to their mothers who were washing dishes from the evening meal, explaining about the man and his odd request.
     My aunt packed a bag of food for him, knowing she was perhaps giving away some of the meal they could have had themselves in the upcoming days.  But they had big hearts, these poor Italian people and would give the last of what they had to help another.
     The stranger left after he took the package of food from my great-aunt, and the women folk went back to the kitchen to finish washing dishes.
     My mother and her young cousin were very curious where such a person would go on such a cold, snowy night.  But as they went out onto the front porch and looked in every direction, the man was nowhere to be seen.  The strangest part was, there wasn't one footprint in the snow which had fallen earlier, not one.
     They talked about this for years in our family of the strange Christmas Eve visitor.  This story has been handed down several generations now with always the same outcome.  None of us have ever questioned that it really happened.  And we all are pretty sure who the visitor might have been...
     Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.  Hebrews 13:2



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5 comments:

  1. That was great. I really enjoyed reading the story. Good meaning

    Cathy Weber
    Cdweber20@hotmail.com

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  2. Wow, thank you for the inspiring story, Karen!

    -Grace @ The Humble Watermelon

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  3. Thank you girls. It's a true story. My mom led such an interesting life. People will now see some of the real events which happened in her life in My Mother's Kitchen. I do believe angels walk among us. We only have to open our eyes of faith sometimes to see them.

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  4. Thats a very touching story and to say..Never deny anyone that comes to your door looking-begging for food..God has purposes..
    I can hardly wait to read this book your writing!

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  5. Thank you, Kathy, God indeed does have a purpose! Thank you for your kind remarks!

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