December 15, 2013
Another day someone gave me a tip for Christmas:"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Then I sent a text to John the Baptist who wore clothing of camel’s hair, ate locusts and wild honey and was in Herod’s prison; I asked his opinion about this, he answered: “Good luck!”
This week I copy an article for you “Mary’s Dream.”
“I HAD A DREAM, Joseph. I don’t understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was all about. The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. They’d gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts. It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren’t for our Son. They wrapped them with beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and stacked them under the tree. Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They’d decorated the tree, also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on the top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh, it was beautiful. Everyone was laughing and happy. There were all excited about the gifts. They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not our Son. I don’t think they even knew him. They never mentioned his name. They said, “Happy Holiday” instead of Merry Christ-Mas.” Doesn’t it seem odd for the people to go to all that trouble to celebrate someone’s birthday if they don’t know him? I had the strangest feeling that if he had gone to this celebration he would have been intruding. Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so full of cheer, but it made me want to cry. How sad for Jesus not to be wanted at his own birthday celebration. I’m glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, if it had been real.”
Maranatha, Come, Lord Jesus!