Thursday, December 5, 2024

The Wonderful Night Draws Near

       Now  it  came  to  pass  in  those days,  there  went  out  a  decree from  Caesar  Augustus, that  all  the  world  should be  enrolled."  This  is  the point  at  which  the  orderly and  scholarly  Luke  opens his  account  of  the  birth  of  our  Lord.  It seems  like  going  a  long  way  off  from  and around  to  the  end  in  view.  But  there  are no  isolated  facts  and  forces  in  the  world  and all  things  work  together.  When  we  see  providence start  in  we  never  can  tell  where  it  is going  to  come  out.  If  God  is  about  to  bless us,  he  may  start  the  chain  of  causation that  shall  at  length  reach  us  in  some  far-off place  or  land;  or  if  he  is  about  to  save  a soul  in  China  he  may  start  with  one  of  us in  the  contribution  we  make  to  foreign missions.  Caesar  Augustus,  master  of  the world,  from  time  to  time  ordered  a  census to  be  taken  of  the  empire  that  he  might know  its  resources  and  reap  from  it  a richer  harvest  of taxes.  It  was  probably between  the  months  of  December  and March,  B.  C.  5-4,  that  such  a  census  was being  taken  in  the  province  of  Syria.
        In  accordance  with  ancient  Jewish  usage, all  citizens  repaired  to  the  tribe  and  village from  which  they  were  descended,  and were  there  enrolled.  In  the  town  of  Nazareth in  the  north lived  Joseph,  a  village carpenter,  and  Mary,  his  espoused  wife, who  though  a  virgin  was  great  with  child, having  been  overshadowed  by  the  Holy Spirit  and  the  mystery  having  been  revealed to  her and  her  betrothed  husband. They  were  both  descended  from  the  royal line  of  David,  and  therefore  to  Bethlehem they  must  go.  With  us  such  a  journey  of eighty  miles  would  mean  no  more  than stepping  on  a  railway  car  at  nine  o'clock in  the  morning  and  stepping  off  at  noon. But  with  them  it  meant  a  toilsome  journey on  foot  of  several  days.  Slowly  they wended  their  way  southward,  led  on  by the  irresistible  hand  of  Caesar,  far  away on  his  throne.  The ancient  Hebrew  prophecy of  Micah  and  the  imperial  decree  of Caesar  thus  marvelously  fitted  into  each other  and  worked  together.  Mary  must have  known  of  this  prophecy,  and  we know  not  with  what  a  sense  of  mystery and  fear  and  joy  she  drew  near  to  the  predicted place  where  the  Messiah  was  to  be born.
       Bethlehem  sits  like  a  crown  on  its  rocky ridge.  At  length  its  walls  and  towers loomed  in  the  distance,  and  then  presently up  the  steep  road  climbed  the  carpenter and  his  espoused  wife  and  passed  through the  gate  into  the  village.  When  they  came to  the  inn,  it  was  already  crowded  with visitors,  driven  thither  by  the  decree  of Caesar  that  had  set  all  Palestine  in  commotion. In  connection  with  the  inn,  generally  the  central  space  of  its  four-square enclosure,  but  probably  in  this  case  a  cave in  the limestone  rock,  was  a  stable,  or place  for  the  camels  and  horses  and  cattle of  the  guests.  Among  these  oriental  people it  was  (and  is)  no  uncommon  thing  for travelers,  when  the  chambers  of  the  inn were  fully  occupied,  to  make  a  bed  of straw  and  spend  the  night  in  this  place. In  this  stable,  possibly  the  very  cave where  now stands  the  Church  of  the  Nativity, Mary  and  Joseph  found  lodgings for  the  night.  It  was  not  a  mark  of  degradation or  social  inferiority  for  them  to  do this,  though  it  was  an  indication  of  their meager  means,  as  wealthy  visitors  would doubtless have found better  accommodations.   by James Henry Snowden

"No Room, No Room'' - Ruth Morris Gray

The Week Before Christmas

 The Week Before Christmas

Why, goodness me!" said Percy Gunn,
"Christmas is just a week from SUN!

"This present business is no fun."
Then he sat down to count his MON.

But after paying what was due,
His surplus dollars were but TUE.

Then Percy sadly shook his head,
Thinking of one he fain would WED.

The weather was depressing, too;
For first it friz, and then it THU.

And presents also he must buy
For sisters, aunts, and smaller FRI.

No answer could he find to that.
He sat and thought and thought and SAT.

And sitting still was Percy Gunn
When Christmas came, and it was SUN!

Monday, December 2, 2024

How to make ''soft-serve'' ice cream cone ornaments

Three ways to finish decorating these cotton batting soft-serve ice cream cones. Left, strawberry
and vanilla swirl. Center, toffee crunch. Right, mint and vanilla with
candy coated chocolate chunks.


What the cotton batting cones look like before painting.

        These soft-serve ice cream cones are perfect for a tree decked out in candy, ice-cream and baked goods! Kids will enjoy finishing them with all kinds of craft materials too: seed beads, glitter, trims, paints etc...

Supply List:

  • recycled egg carton (cardboard)
  • cotton balls
  • masking tape
  • white school glue
  • transparent glitter
  • acrylic paints
  • hooks for hanging
  • brown paper bags
Step-by-Step Instructions:

  • I cut apart quite a few cardboard egg cartons while making these ornaments. Inside of each egg carton there are four sections that are shaped like cones. Cut these out and tape two together so that the shape you will be working with looks like a long tube, tapering at both ends. 
  • Mask all of the surfaces before layering the lower half with glue and brown paper bag scraps.
  • Leave the upper cone for the layering of cotton batting and glue. Work the cotton in a spiral shape resembling soft-serve ice cream. This is the same spiral technique that I used for the cotton batting ice sickles here.
  • I then painted the ice cream cones different colors. Some are pink and white, others chocolate and still more left white with glitter and sparkling balls.
  • I painted the sugar cones last using a very small paint brush to sketch the diamond pattern.
Mint and chocolate soft serve sugar cones.

Caramel, vanilla and strawberry ice creams

Nut, candy or berry combined with syrup.

See More Sweet Things To Display On and Under the Tree:

Recycling plastic apples for the tree...

The faux caramel apple with glittery finish.

Turning plastic apples into decorative candy apples for the Christmas tree is an easy way to reuse something for a better purpose. After all, who uses plastic apples to decorate with anymore? But in a Christmas display these look good enough to actually eat!

Supply List:

  • cotton balls
  • white school glue
  • permanent ink marker
  • plastic apples
  • masking tape
  • copper/caramel colored acrylic paints
  • Elmer's gold glitter glue
  • wire for the hangers

Step-by-Step Instructions:

  1. Use the permanent ink pen to draw a wavy line around the apple, marking the place where the caramel is molded over the surface.
  2. Mask off every thing above the line.
  3. Glue and bind with masking tape the wire attaching it to the plastic apple stem. 
  4. Now unravel your cotton balls and layer white glue and cotton on top of the masked areas, so that these will give the faux melted caramel dimension. 
  5. Layer the batting over the stem as well and twist it onto the wire. Let dry.
  6. Paint the faux caramel with acrylic copper paint or something comparable. 
  7. Squeeze Elmer's gold glitter glue on the painted surface to add a little extra bling.
  8. Shape the wire into a hook.
Left, plastic apple. Next, ink pen marks for the caramel. Center, masking taped surface.
 Right, after the cotton batting was layered over the tape with glue,
I let it dry and then painted it.

 

Layers of cotton batting and glue are used to shape the caramel.
 

See more ways to transform fake fruit into something special:

Sunday, December 1, 2024

The Town of Bethlehem

       The  land  of  Palestine  is divided  from  north  to  south by  a  central  range  of mountains  which  runs  up through  this  narrow  strip of  country  like  a  spinal column.  About  five  miles south  of Jerusalem  a  ridge  or  spur  shoots off  from  the  central  range  towards  the  east. On  the  terminal  bluff  of  this  ridge  lies  the town  of  Bethlehem.  On  the  west  it  is  shut in  by  the  plateau,  and  on  the  east  the  ridge breaks  steeply  down  into  the  plain.  Vineyards cover  the  hillsides  with  green  and purple,  and  wheat fields  wave  in  the  valleys. In  the  distant  east,  across  the  Dead Sea,  the  mountains  of  Moab  are  penciled in  dark  blue  against  the  sky.
       At  the  present  time, 1919,  the  town  has eight  thousand  inhabitants.  Its  flat-roofed houses  are  well  built  and  its  narrow  streets are  clean.   It  is  a  busy  place,  its  chief industry  being  the manufacture  of  souvenirs of  olive  wood  which  are  sold throughout  the  Christian  world.  Its  principal church  is  the  Church  of  the  Nativity, which  is  built  over  a  cave  that  is  one  of the  most  sacred  and  memorable  spots  on the  globe.  It  is  believed  that  this  cave  is the  place  where  Christ  was  born,  and  a silver  star  inlaid  in  the  stone  floor  is  intended to  mark  the  exact  spot.  It  was  then used  as  the  stable  of  the  adjoining  inn, and  in  its  stone  manger  the  infant  Jesus may  have  been  laid.
       At  the  time  of  this  event  Bethlehem was  a  mere  village  of  a  few  hundred  people. It  might  have  been  thought  that  Jerusalem, the  historic  metropolis  and  proud capital  of  the  country,  the  chosen  city  of God  and  seat  of  the  temple  and  center  of worship,  a  city  beautiful  for  situation, magnificent  in  its  architecture,  sacred  in its  associations  and  world-wide  and  splendid  in  its fame,  should  have  been  honored with  this  supreme  event  in  the  history  of the  Jews.  But  an  ancient  prophet,  while noting  its  comparative  insignificance,  had yet  put  his  finger  on  this  tiny  point  on  the map  and  pronounced  upon  it  a  blessing that  caused  it  to  blaze  out  like  a  star amidst  its  rural  hills.  "But  thou,  Bethlehem Ephratah,  though  thou  be  little among  the  thousands  of  Judah,  yet  out of  thee  shall  he  come  forth  unto  me  that is  to  be  ruler  in  Israel;  whose  goings  forth have  been  from  of  old,  from everlasting." And  so  proud  Jerusalem  was  passed  by, and  this  supreme  honor  was  bestowed  upon the  humble  village.
       Great  men,  as  a  rule,  are  not  born  in cities.  They  come  up  out  of  obscure  villages and  hidden  nooks  and  corners.  They originate  closer  to  nature  than  city-born men  and  seem  to  spring  from  the  very soil.  The  most  noted  birthplace  in  Scotland  is  that  of  Burns:  it  is  a  humble  cottage with  a  thatched  roof  and  a  stable  in one  end  of  it.  The  most  celebrated  birth- place in  England  is  that  of  Shakespeare, and  again  it  is  a  plain  cottage  in  a country village.  Lincoln  was  born  in  a  log  hut  in the  wilds  of  Kentucky,  Mohammed  was the  son  of  a  camel  driver,  and  Confucius the  son  of  a  soldier.  The  city  must  go  to the  country  for  its  masters,  and  the  world draws  its  best  blood  and  brains  from  the farm.  It  was  in  accordance  with  this  principle that  the  Savior  of  the  world  should be  born,  not  in  a  city  and  palace,  but  in  a country  village,  and  that  his  first  bed should  be,  not  a  downy  couch,  but  a  slab of  stone. by James Henry Snowden 

by Reawaken Hymns