Once there was an announcement in the Church notice board that Jesus was visiting the town on Christmas day. He would visit somebody’s house and everyone was asked to be prepared. Elaborate preparations were in every house and each household was tensely expecting Jesus. The houses were cleaned up and the best preparations were getting ready in the kitchen. It was a chilly day. A widow with a sick child was shivering in the cold wind, hungry and weak. She knocked at a door. “It must be Jesus,” an excited voice screamed from within as the door opened. There was disappointment in the housewife’s face and the door was quickly shut even as the widow pathetically stretched out her hands.
The thin figure moved from door to door meeting the same treatment. Then at last a door opened and a man stepped out. “Who are you?” he asked. “Sir, I have not eaten anything the whole day and my child is sick. Please...” she staggered. “Come in” he said and opened the door wide. Fearfully she stepped in and hesitantly stood there. “You are chill to the bone. Sit near the fire,” he said, as he drew a chair near the fire. “Daisy, bring some hot soup for this lady from what you have prepared for Jesus. And bring her a coat. Bring her a plate of food.” He busied himself to see the baby who was running a high temperature. “Son, bring the paracetamol syrup and a teaspoon,” he shouted to his son.
The lady drank the soup and proceeded to tackle the ham even as Daisy gave some warm milk to the baby. She wanted some more food and then some more. Finally she got up satisfied and strong. She lifted the sleeping baby and proceeded to leave. “Don’t go out now. Rest awhile,” said the man. “Thank you,” said the lady. “I’m fine and I should be going now.”
When she was gone the family sat for their meal. Then they proceeded for the Christmas service. There was a lot of hub-bub. “Jesus didn’t visit the town as you said” the people complained to the pastor. “O yes, He came,” said the pastor jubilantly. “He came as a poor widow with a sick baby and He left our town very happy because someone gave Him Christmas dinner.” Richard and Daisy’s family sat up with beaming faces even as all other faces looked shocked!
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
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Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
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To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
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Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
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Once there was an announcement in the Church notice board that Jesus was visiting the town on Christmas day. He would visit somebody’s house and everyone was asked to be prepared. Elaborate preparations were in every house and each household was tensely expecting Jesus. The houses were cleaned up and the best preparations were getting ready in the kitchen. It was a chilly day. A widow with a sick child was shivering in the cold wind, hungry and weak. She knocked at a door. “It must be Jesus,” an excited voice screamed from within as the door opened. There was disappointment in the housewife’s face and the door was quickly shut even as the widow pathetically stretched out her hands.
The thin figure moved from door to door meeting the same treatment. Then at last a door opened and a man stepped out. “Who are you?” he asked. “Sir, I have not eaten anything the whole day and my child is sick. Please...” she staggered. “Come in” he said and opened the door wide. Fearfully she stepped in and hesitantly stood there. “You are chill to the bone. Sit near the fire,” he said, as he drew a chair near the fire. “Daisy, bring some hot soup for this lady from what you have prepared for Jesus. And bring her a coat. Bring her a plate of food.” He busied himself to see the baby who was running a high temperature. “Son, bring the paracetamol syrup and a teaspoon,” he shouted to his son.
The lady drank the soup and proceeded to tackle the ham even as Daisy gave some warm milk to the baby. She wanted some more food and then some more. Finally she got up satisfied and strong. She lifted the sleeping baby and proceeded to leave. “Don’t go out now. Rest awhile,” said the man. “Thank you,” said the lady. “I’m fine and I should be going now.”
When she was gone the family sat for their meal. Then they proceeded for the Christmas service. There was a lot of hub-bub. “Jesus didn’t visit the town as you said” the people complained to the pastor. “O yes, He came,” said the pastor jubilantly. “He came as a poor widow with a sick baby and He left our town very happy because someone gave Him Christmas dinner.” Richard and Daisy’s family sat up with beaming faces even as all other faces looked shocked!
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, Mob:8806270699
blc@bymonline.org
