While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. — Luke 2:6-7
I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world. —Norman Vincent Peale
Before moving to Cape Cod, Kris attended the same church for some fifty years. As part of the altar guild, she remembers her annual responsibility of cleaning up the sanctuary following the 11pm service on Christmas Eve.
Even so, each Christmas she maintained (and maintains) a favorite tradition started by her own mother. There was no crèche in her childhood home. Instead, Kris’ mother read from a book by H.A. Rey called, simply, “The Christmas Manger.” The book included cut-outs of the manger scene, so while the story was read, Kris assembled her own cut-out crèche.
This was a fond childhood memory for Kris and she continued the tradition with her own children and, now, with her granddaughter.
No wonder Kris chose the birth of Jesus as her favorite scripture (Luke 2). But spending many Tuesday nights in Bible study with Kris, it’s obvious her love for the Christmas story is more than a cut-out memory. Kris’ faith runs deep. She is rooted in the love of our God and freely shares it with anyone who comes near. In his book, “Because of Bethlehem,” Max Lucado says, “Any doubt of the Father’s love disappeared the night God was wrapped in barnyard towels so the hay wouldn’t scratch his back.”
If Kris had been at the manger that night, she would have been the one to bring fresh towels.