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The Spirit of Christmas

August 16





The Spirit of Christmas
“Honey, how much did you spend?” This is a question I ask a lot. I’m the bookkeeper of the family and I always try to keep us on budget. Susan and the boys just got back from shopping for gifts we would send to children of war-torn countries. She didn’t answer the question, instead, she gave me a look that says, “You don’t want to know.”

“Honnnnnnney” I said, with a tone of voice that was a cross between a whine and a scold. Before I could say the next word, my nine-year-old son replied “But Daddy, it’s for the poor people.”

Suddenly, I felt pretty small. There I was, a grown man, looking up to my son that stands a mere 50 inches tall. I felt ashamed for viewing Christmas as one more expense tugging at an already stretched family budget, and was proud of my son who understood the spirit of Christmas.

Perhaps you feel the same tension created by not wanting to be a scrooge, but still wanting to keep spending under control. Is there a way to enjoy the holi…

I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR

August 17




I NEED THEE EVERY HOURAnnie S. Hawks, 1835–1918
Refrain added by Robert Lowry
  In the day of my trouble I will call to You, for You will answer me. (Psalm 86:7)

This deeply personal hymn came from the heart of a busy housewife and mother who had no idea of the spiritual strength that her own hastily written words would bring her later during a sorrowful time in her life.

The author, Annie S. Hawks, has left this account about the writing of her poem in 1872:

  One day as a young wife and mother of 37 years of age, I was busy with my regular household tasks. Suddenly, I became filled with the sense of nearness to the Master, and I began to wonder how anyone could ever live without Him, either in joy or pain. Then the words were ushered into my mind and these thoughts took full possession of me.

Sixteen years later, Mrs. Hawks experienced the death of her husband. Years after, she wrote:

  I did not understand at first why this hymn had touched the great throbbing heart of huma…