Thursday, December 25, 2008

December 25

Upon Judea's Plains

I stood upon Judean plains
And heard celestial sounds and strains;
I heard an angel, free from sin,
Announce the birth of David's kin.

On shepherds watching sheep by night
There came a shining, glorious light,
As holy choirs from heaven's dome
Saw God's own son make clay his home.

And voices sweet sang this reprise:
“To God on high, let praise arise;
And peace, God will to men on earth;
This is the day of Jesus' birth.”

To me there came this witness sure:
He is God's son, supreme and pure,
To earth he came, my soul to save,
From sin and death and from the grave.

~Bruce R. McConkie


Help us rightly to member the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds, and worship of the Wise Men. Close the door of hate and open the door of love all over the world. Let kindness come with every gift, and good desire with every greeting. Deliver us from evil by the blessings that Christ brings, and teach us to be merry with clean hearts. May the Christmas morning make us happy to be Thy children, and Christmas evening bring us to our beds with grateful thoughts; forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus's sake. Amen.

~Robert Louis Stevenson, “A Christmas Prayer”


Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe to the world; to put your rights in the background, and your duties in the middle distance, and your chances to do a little more than your duty in the foreground; to see that your fellowmen are just as real as you are; and try to look behind their faces to their hearts, hungry for joy; to own that probably the only good reason for your existence is not what you are going to get out of life, but what you are going to give to life; to close your book of complaints against the management of the universe, and look around you for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness – are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas.

Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs and the desires of little children; to remember the weakness and loneliness of people who are growing old to stop asking how much your friends love you, and ask yourself whether you love them enough; to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear on their hearts; to try to understand what those who live in the same house with you really want, without waiting for them to tell you; to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you; to make a grave for your ugly thoughts and a garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open – are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas.

Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world – stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death – and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago is the image and brightness of the Eternal Love? Then you can keep Christmas.

And if you keep it for a day, why not always?

But you can never keep it alone.

~Henry Van Dyke
Wednesday, December 24, 2008

December 24

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; ... And the angel said ... Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

~Luke 2:7. 10, 11
Tuesday, December 23, 2008

December 23


With all my soul, I love Him, I humbly testify that he is the same loving, compassionate Lord today as when He walked the dusty roads of Palestine. He is close to His servants on this earth. He cares about and loves each of us today. Of that you can be assured. He lives today as out Lord, our Master, our Savior, our Redeemer, and our God. God bless us all to believe in Him, to accept Him, to worship Him, and to fully trust in Him, and to follow Him.

~Ezra Taft Benson
Monday, December 22, 2008

December 22

Once, two thousand year ago,
On a clear and starlit night,
Shepherds who kept their sheep in the hills
Saw a vision of unearthly light.

The birth of a Baby Boy was foretold
Who would save His people from sin;
But when His parents came to a Judean town,
They found there no room at the inn.

So Jesus was born in a stable that eve.
A treasure was He of great worth,
Yet He was born there among the animals.
A majesty of majesties on earth.

Jesus came to live among men,
a lovely stranger from celestial parts.
I pray we might all find room for Him
This night at the inn of our hearts.

~Katherine Markowitz
Sunday, December 21, 2008

December 21


“What think ye of Christ?”

However the world ignores or responds to it, this is the reverberating and the great question! Can we answer with both our lives and our tongues, “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God?” Until we can, whatever else we say and do will, in the end, make little difference.

~Neal A. Maxwell
Saturday, December 20, 2008

December 20

May the peace and love of Jesus Christ
Go with you on your way,
And bless your home and loved ones
In spirit Christmas Day.

May the joy of God's bright promise –
the advent of His Son –
Live evermore within each heart
and comfort everyone.

May the faith of old-time prophets
Be with you where you are,
And may the truth of god's own Word
Remain your Christmas Star.

~Helen Schick
Friday, December 19, 2008

December 19


That is the Man we worship – not a man of high degree, world-wise; not a man of power, and yet he said on one occasion: “Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give more than twelve legions for angels”, never invoking his divine powers merely for his own selfish good, always for the benefit of others, for all humanity, always sacrificing, always trying to obey the will of the Father, telling us over and over again that he did nothing that he had not seen his Father do, that he taught nothing that he had not heard his father teach.

~J. Reuben Clark