A Light is on in the Manger

December 11, 2013 |

 

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As I turned down the streets of my neighborhood, the cold air caught my breath and reminded me to consciously breathe in the frosty air and be grateful that I was alive. As the gently falling snow cooled my burning cheeks, I thought about how Christmas always brought out the best in me, those feelings of charity, the thankfulness that I had good friends and family, the infinite blessings that accompanied the birth of Jesus Christ.

As I walked, I did not miss a single Christmas wreath hung on a front door, an inflated Snowman waving in the soft breeze or a window whimsically stenciled with snowflakes and stockings. Sometimes, if I walked the same path in the early evening, I might even be able to catch a glimpse through a lamplit window of a family playfully trimming their Christmas tree. Everyday during the Christmas season I took the same route that led me to the village church a few miles away, its steeple always in view, virtuously presiding high over our small country town.  My walk was a ritual that was always filled with eager anticipation and emotional yearning. As I rounded the last corner of my journey, there it faithfully stood, a bright white church that gleamed against the crisp winter sky, its bell tower partially camouflaged against the snowy white clouds. As I approached the familiar front path, I paused to take in the magnitude of the precious panorama before me; it always made me gasp. There taking up the entire front lawn of the church was a Nativity scene so grand and realistically detailed that when I squinted my eyes, it would seem to come alive. When staring at the empty creche, I always felt relieved to know that after the midnight service on Christmas eve, baby Jesus would ceremoniously, once again, be placed into the waiting cradle and assume center stage.

I contemplated my own Christmas this year, empty of finances but rich with an over abundance of Gods good tidings and knew that there was not a gift in the world as precious as God’s presence in my life. Although it was disappointing to not be able to purchase presents for the family, I knew that the day would not be void of laughter and good cheer. Just a few ingredients in my scantily stocked pantry would yield grand results and turn my small home into a make-believe gingerbread world, full of gingerbread men chasing after dancing ballerina’s and running reindeer. The air would become intoxicating, each whiff of cinnamon and ginger offering the alluring comfort and anticipation of yet another Christmas filled with the aroma of pungent spices and flickering candlelight. Old puzzles, well worn games and books full of tales of old Saint Nicholas would be displayed on the oak sideboard, begging for family fun.

On this particular day, as the sky turned a brilliant pink and yellow at sunset, I made my familiar trek to once again feed my Christmas soul. The church was bathed in a deep amber hue that made it glow like a golden music box and when standing perfectly still, seemed to be chiming “Away In the Manger” to my longing ears. Thoughts of Christmas’s past with my four siblings began to surface, an unexpected nostalgic treat that seemed to offer me some well timed joy year after each year. It was a treasure trove of sweet memories; a mother and father who unselfishly doted on their family and made each Christmas special, even when times were tight. Homemade doll houses, trains, and knitted sweaters with snowflake motifs adorned the bottom of our tree, and as busy fingers tore open the brightly colored packages, bows flying in the air,  smiling faces and laughter outshone the silvery sparkling of the heavily tinseled tree. As the last gift was opened, the small wooden Nativity set that had been carefully tucked underneath the tree, once again became prominent, a reminder that the birth of Christ was the most lasting and valuable gift of them all! The true happiness of the day was entirely due to his unfailing grace, mercy and omnipresent blessings.

As my eyes once again scanned the life-sized Nativity in front of me, my worries for America and the unsettling attack on Christianity diminished as the star at the top of   the manger suddenly became brightly lit in the now darkened night. I knew that the light of Christ could never be extinguished by anyone, no matter how intrusive, unless I allowed that to happen. “Away in the Manger” still infused my senses and as I slowly walked away, I began to softly hum its tender words; “I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky and stay by my side ‘til morning is nigh.”

 

Merry Christmas to all…and remember to always keep the light of Christ, shining bright.

 

 

 

 

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Cynthia J Quinn is the author of inspirational Christian-themed children’s books and “Rules For Radical Moms,” a book written to help expose and defeat Obama in the 2012 election. Cynthia’s politically incorrect writing reflects both satire and patriotic charm. Cynthia and her husband reside in North Carolina and have two grown children.

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  1. Daniel Green says:

    What a beautiful story Cynthia. Your words woke up memories of Christmas’ past and hopes for our children’s future. THE LIGHT.

  2. Amen! Hallelujah!!!

  3. Amen!!! Hallelujah!!!

  4. Cynthia- absolutely beautiful- I, too, have been consumed with fear for the future of our country- our economic situation- the uncertainty of our journey! No darkness can ever extinguish the light- His grace will shine ever brighter. It is the message of hope- to arise and shine- for our LIGHT has come- and the glory of the Lord has risen on us! Blessings to you and yours!

  5. Louise says:

    Dear Cindy
    Thinking of you today and wishing you a happy Christmas season…thinking of when we’ll see each other again and laugh about this stressful time. You never know what life will bring, what is around that next corner, grace is thinking of you a well…..we saw her last weekend…..an uncle passed away….life is precious and even though not always ideal we need to embrace it and grow within it…..think of you when I have a cup of tea….hoping you see your children…..when Grace is here on Christmas will try to call you….lots of love from me to you…xx

  6. Sharron says:

    Cynthia, I love your articles, they are so heartfelt! I too, have the Joy of our Dear Savior’s Birth in my heart! How blessed we are to know Him! Your article made me think back to my own childhood.
    Thank You!

  7. Rose says:

    Cynthia, of all your wonderful articles, this one brought such tears to my eyes…..a walk down memory lane of all the wonderful Christmases through the years with my family when young, and then with my own family growing in His light year after year and knowing this time of year is truly the greatest gift of all….that Jesus was born and died for all of us because He loved us more than we could ever process in our earthly brains. Thanks for a most heart-felt article! Love you dear friend! (I still have tears in my eyes) Rose