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Monday, December 13, 2010

The Christmas Manger

With Christmas come so many thoughts of family time, sweet treats, fun toys, and, of course, the Savior.

Remember the story of how I told my dad I had volunteered him to provide the set for our school Nativity program--the night before? Well, I thought of him the other night as I decided to attempt to build my own manger for our family's Christmas. My dad had just spent two weeks here helping me (I use that term "help" rather loosely--yeah, he did most of it--I drove to Home Depot--but more on all that later, maybe even pictures) fix and build things for our new house. So, I was feeling pretty inspired in the building department.

But as I started building the manger my thoughts turned from my own father to another father. I thought of Joseph, a carpenter by trade, who, in anguish might have thought "I could make a beautiful cradle for this baby, maybe carve a cozy bed ," but instead had to borrow a manger from the local live-stock for the King of Kings to rest. I broke down in tears there in my saw-dust-filled garage, thinking about that humble father.

Jeffery R. Holland said, “I wonder what emotions Joseph might have had as he cleared away the dung and debris. I wonder if he felt the sting of tears as he hurriedly tried to find the cleanest straw and hold the animals back. I wonder if he wondered: ‘Could there be a more unhealthy, a more disease-ridden, a more despicable circumstance in which a child could be born? Is this a place fit for a king? Should the mother of the Son of God be asked to enter the valley of the shadow of death in such a foul and unfamiliar place as this? Is it wrong to wish her some comfort? Is it right He should be born here?

But I am certain Joseph did not mutter and Mary did not wail. They knew a great deal, had the help of the Holy Spirit, and did the best they could.”


This reminded me of a poem I wrote once about Joseph:


As Joseph walked those noisy streets

So many years ago,

And knocked upon door after door

I wonder, did he know

That he would find no place of rest

Except a stable bare

For Mary to lay down her head

With him alone to care?


As Joseph’s hands, so rough with work,

But gentle as the snow

Prepared a little manger bed,

I wonder, did he know

That in that bed he’d place that night

A new born baby boy

The king of kings, the prince of peace

To fill the world with joy?


As Joseph’s hands took Mary’s

While he held her all alone

As she brought forth her first-born son

Could he have really known?

That special baby’s tiny hands

Would one day heal blind eyes

And bless the sick, and cheer the weak

And cause the dead to rise.

Those tiny hands would one day bear

The scars that he would show

To thousands who would touch those hands

So each of them would know

That he was Christ, the Lord of Hosts

The Hope of all mankind

To strengthen hearts and cleanse the souls

And ease the burdened mind.


As Joseph rocked that tiny boy,

Christ’s hands around his curled

Yes, Joseph knew that his hands held

The Savior of the world.


So, my new manger sits on our fireplace hearth reminding us of Christ's birth. It reminds me, too of loving fathers like Joseph, and our Heavenly Father, and of course, my own father who has always worked so hard to make my family's life comfortable and beautiful. To help us remember the true meaning of Christmas we put a small pine bough in the manger each time someone does a good deed. Some days fill up better than others, but each bough is a gift, one that helps us think of the very greatest gift of all, our Savior, Jesus Christ.


2 comments:

  1. Oh, what beautiful thoughts! We are getting ready for our "Christmas" lesson in YW on Sunday and I think I just found my little portion to share...thank you for the wonderful thoughts and beautiful poem!

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  2. I was just getting ready to write a post about how people seem to care more about believing in Santa Clause than Jesus at Christmas...thank you for being someone who's got it right, and for sharing the Christmas spirit. And thanks for reminding me of how grateful I am for our dad!

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