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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

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>Christmas.

Monday, January 7th, 2008

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Our first Christmas together and it was a white one! It was a very busy time for Phil, we had 4 services at church in 3 days. He was tired when it came time to sit down and open gifts, but I think he enjoyed it. I know I did!

New earmuffs and slippers from Mama!

Glenn and Roberta Kai had us over to there house on Christmas day for dinner. The Munderlohs were there as well. We had a good time and I didn’t have to cook!

>Unremarkable.

Monday, December 10th, 2007

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In addition to our tree, I’ve managed to put up a few other things Christmas in our home. Here’s the wreath I made all by myself.


Phil’s friends the Lepleys gave us these stockings with our names on them as a wedding gift!


An “Our First Christmas” ornament from Jud and Eugenie!

And now a word from Pastor Hale on what Christmas means. (Phil was asked by the local paper to submit a short message on this subject. He’s gonna be famous with all 9786 people in the county.).

An Unremarkable Christmas

Does your Christmas seem a million miles away from Mary’s miraculous birth of God in Bethlehem, the wise men divinely guided by the illustrious star, the angels sublimely singing God’s praises in perfect harmony? We would like amiraculous, eye-opening, and awe-inspiring Christmas this year, like thefirst one. More likely, the real result of Christmas is strained relationships, stressful travel arrangements, crunched finances, and annoying preparation. At first glance, our Christmas seems unrelated to the first Christmas. At a closer look though, it is apparent that the actual meaning of Christmas is only truly grasped by those who are trapped in an ordinary, mundane, and unsettled life.

Mary had a strained relationship with Joseph, because it took an angel from heaven to convince Joseph not to ditch his pregnant fiance. The first Christmas was not a trouble-free or cozy get-a-way. Traveling to paying taxes is not glamorous or inspirational, but that is the only reason we sing “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” Not only that, Joseph was at his wits end trying to find lodging, but was unprepared and out of luck. The wise men had a star to follow, but they were mostly clueless as to what they were doing. They were so confused they went to Herod, the wicked baby-killer, for advice on what they were looking for. Their journey was no cakewalk, it included struggles and detours. Finally, the shepherds in the country heard the angels sing, but they knew about tending animals, not peace, goodwill, and other profound concepts. They must have been perplexed—what learning or education did they have to understand the greatest news ever told? Why did the angels only tell the dull and ordinary shepherds what Christmas is about?

The story of Christmas is the story of normal, everyday people searching for relief and comfort from their commonplace struggles. The ordinary circumstances surrounding the birth of Jesus tells of God’s mercy to lowly and humble people. A miraculous baby was born among stressed, troubled, and mediocre people, in an unremarkable way. At the first Christmas, the remarkable was ordinary, to show us that the ordinary can be remarkable.

>Tree!

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

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Our first Christmas tree came out of ditch. Phil cut it down while no one was looking, then we ran for it. It’s a little sparse and brown in some places, but we’re both real proud of it. Prouder still of the stand he engineered for it, but unfortunately for all of you this is hidden under it’s skirt. Sorry. It is something to see though.

This was Phil’s idea of helping me decorate our tree. You don’t know it but he’s listening to a nerdy financial talk radio program he can’t get enough of. Not very festive, but I made it all look so fun he eventually joined in.

Me, making it look fun.

Phil joining in.

>Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 28th, 2007

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Don’t be fooled, there’s nothing glamorous about salting a dead cold bird, I know I make it look fun. This was my first Thanksgiving away from my mama. However, I was a big girl and I think I pulled it off!
My beautiful turkey before Phil got a hold of it.
This was a first for Phil too. He looked so calm and collected….at first.
Phil’s mom and dad, Neil and Verna, came up for a few days. It was good to have family to share the day with.

 

And for dessert, an apple pie from scratch. I’m getting better at these.