Calvin Synod Herald, 1976 (76. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1976-11-01 / 11-12. szám

REFORMÁTUSOK LAPJA

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HIS BIRTHDAY

Celebrating in every land,

Preparing for His Birthday;

Expectations and joyous moods,

In a very pious way.

A certain feeling in the air,

Helps celebrate His Birthday;

Holly trimmed wreathes hung on the doors, Announcing it a Holy Day.

Gift shopping spirit fills the heart,

Rekindling the torch of love;

Disbelievers will join the throng,

Gently touched by God above.

Two thousand years have come and gone, Nothing about this is strange;

In all the centuries yet to be,

His Birthday, Christians will not change.

Celebrating in all the world,

Awaiting The Prince of Peace;

His Birthday renews Faith in all,

As King of Kings, He shall not cease.

Margaret Fekete Csóványos

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The Christmas rose is like no other flower. It’s real name is Black Hellebore and it grows in southern Europe. The Christmas rose is not red, nor white, not even yellow — the blossom is white with a touch of pink.

There is a story about the Christmas rose and a little girl. No name is given to this little girl but she was about eleven years old. Her brothers were among the shepherds out in the fields when Jesus was born. They were all out in the fields when they heard the angels sing: Glory to God in the highest...

When the shepherds hurried off to Bethlehem, she followed. She saw the Wise Men from the East and was speechless when she saw their gifts to the Baby Jesus. She had brought nothing and began to cry. She had no gold to give, no frankincense or myrrh, no gems or incense — nothing at all, so she turned back to the fields when she had come from.

When she returned to the fields where the angels had sung in the night, she found one angel still there, waiting especially for her.

“Little one,” said the agnel, “why are you so sad?”

The little girl answered that she had been tp Bethlehem and had seen the new born Baby, but she had nothing to give Him.

The angel told her that there is always something to give to the Christ Child and handed her a flower and instantly the field where the shepherds kept flock was filled with Christmas roses. The flower was as white as new fallen snow with a touch of pink in each petal. The little girl cried out in joy and began to gather roses till her arms were full. In no time at all she gathered more than she could carry and then set out again for Bethlehem. It was winter and as she made her way through the streets of Bethlehem, people wondered where she had found the roses.

It was morning when she reached the stable and the sun was shining brightly through the door of the cattle shed. Seeing the lovely flowers, the Christ Child turned from the gold and reached His little hand for the flowers, smiling very sweetly.

There is always something we can give. We may not have gold nor frankincense, we may not even have a Christmas rose, but we have something worth much more. The Christ Child does not need gold, jewels, nor flowers — He needs love, which is far better than any other thing.

There is no one so poor, nor so rich that he could not give a little love to make the world a little sweeter. Perhaps the real name of the Christmas rose is love.

Dr. Andrew Kosa

CHRISTMAS ROSE