Mary's Dream

The small group that I lead for moms of teens/college-aged kids had a Christmas Tea yesterday morning and I read the following poem.  It is originally from a place called Bethany Farms in Illinois.  My cousin Trisha sent it to me; the author is unknown.  I wanted to share it with you, too, as the message is important for today's culture in our country.

photo courtesy of graphicleftovers/traditional Christian Christmas

 

MARY'S DREAM

I had a dream, Joseph.

  I don't understand it, not really, but I think 

it was about a birthday celebration for our Son.

 I think that was what it was all about. 

 The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. 

 They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. 

 They'd gone shopping many

times and bought elaborate gifts. 

It was peculiar though, because the presents weren't for our Son.

They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows

and stacked them under a tree.  

Yes, Joseph, a tree, right in their house.

They'd decorated the tree also.  

The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments.

There was a figure on top of the tree.

It looked like an angel might look.

Oh, it was beautiful.  

Everyone was laughing and happy.

They were all excited about the gifts.

They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our Son.

I don't think they even knew Him.

They never mentioned His name. 

Doesn't it seem odd for people to go to all that trouble

to celebrate Someone's birthday if they don't know Him?

I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this 

celebration, He would have been intruding.

Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so full of cheer,

but it made me want to cry.

How sad for Jesus not be to wanted at His own birthday celebration.

I'm glad it was only a dream.

How terrible, Joseph, if it had been real.

Author unknown.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!