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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Dear Santa Dear Santa, It’s that time again – the annual letters to Santa. How wonderful to be a child and to yearn to believe and hope for your gifts. Yet,
this year, 20 of God’s miracles went to heaven in a horrific way. These
aren’t the only children that have gone to heaven this Christmas
season, but in such large numbers it rends our nation’s heart. There
was a small quote posted on Facebook – When a man loses his wife, he’s
a widower, a wife becomes a widow. When a child loses a parent, he
becomes an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. There
were many children at Sandy Hook School who lived through the horrors
of that Friday. Many because an adult died protecting them. Isn’t that
how it’s supposed to be -- adults protecting children -- not killing
them? I’ve been listening to Christmas carols as
I write this – Susan Boyle is singing “Away In A Manger.” The lyrics
are very poignant, especially the third verse... Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever And love me I pray! Bless all the dear children In Thy tender care, And fit us for Heaven To live with Thee there.
Santa,
this year, my fervent wish is some sort of peace and comfort for the
parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends and the community at
Newtown. As the nation mourns, so does the
Memphis/Mid-South area. A mother of four girls was shot down performing
the job she loved and worked so hard to achieve. Police officers and
firemen (and women) often give their lives protecting their communities. Santa, those four young girls needed their mother. Grant them solace. And
our small community here mourns also. Dennis Carlisle Sr. passed away
suddenly and unexpectedly Monday. He was the first person I met when we
moved here from Memphis. The first time I went in Big Star, on one of
the many trips moving here required between Memphis and Laws Hill, I
needed to write a check. He was so kind and not only took my check, he
offered me all sorts of advice about the community and what was here
and how to be a bit less uncertain around town. He made a positive and
lasting impression on me – how much he loved his town, his store and
his community. He, his wife and his sons and his
grandson lived up to that first impression. For all these years, I
never saw him without remembering his smile, his grace and his help. Santa,
I saw an editorial cartoon this past weekend – you were kneeling in the
snow near an elementary school, with toys falling out of your bags. It
was hard to tell if you were crying or praying. I guess both. I’ve cried and I’ve prayed. My favorite Christmas “cartoon” is a beautiful drawing of you, kneeling in prayer at a lowly manger in a stable. As
we celebrate the birth of the Christ Child this season, may the peace
and joy of His birth renew us and give us strength to get through these
trying times. Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever And love me I pray!...
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