Thursday, November 5, 2009

Saints

At that time the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a child over, placed it in their midst and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me.”
Matthew 18:1-5

But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right is doing, so that your almsgiving may be in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will repay you.
Matthew 6:3-4


This past Sunday we celebrated All Saints Day. To celebrate this feast day we as a staff decided to plan our prayers around the Saints. We reflected on the lives of new saints and old saints, famous saints and the unknown saints of everyday life. I have always loved hearing these stories. To me they affirm the authentic nature of our faith. It is more than a vague acknowledgement of a spiritual realm; it is more than abstract theological concepts. Our faith is something real and it can be seen and experienced in the ways we act upon it. The Saints remind us that the Body of Christ is made of people, people who have doubted, dreamed about, danced because of, and died for their faith. Their lives serve as examples of, among other things, wisdom, courage, compassion, sacrifice, and usually a healthy amount of stubbornness. We take these virtues and apply them to our own unique journey. It can be very intimidating to model the lives of people that cured the sick and raised the dead to life. However, I feel that we can find comfort it the fact that God does not quantify our deeds. Through one of us the sick may be healed and through another the sorrowful may be comforted. Both of these acts demonstrate God’s love and that is what matters.

In my reflections on the Saints I was led to research a bit about a saint that I am sure many of us have heard of but may not know much about, Saint Nicholas. As it turns out he was not from the North Pole but rather near present day Turkey and therefore most likely did not own any reindeer. However, all the pictures I found do show him with a pretty nice beard and there is a good chance that he had at least one red coat. From what I read of his life it is easy to see how he evolved into the icon that we know as Santa Clause. St. Nicolas was born into a wealthy family but like many other saints he found himself called to faith rather than fortune. He received a large inheritance upon his parent’s death, but committed his wealth to acts of charity. He is remembered as a very modest man and would therefore give gifts in secret. Many citizens of Myra would wake up to find gold coins in their shoes or other gifts from an anonymous giver. In particular he directed his generosity toward children. In one well known story he a poor man is unable to provide for his three daughters. The specifics of this story vary but, what is known is that St. Nicholas secretly gave three bags of gold, one for each daughter. In one version of the story St. Nicholas drops the gold down the chimney to avoid detection.

Reading about St. Nicholas got me thinking about our annual Christmas party. For those of you that don’t know, each year we throw a party for the people of Doddridge County. We hope that it is a time when people can come together for food, fun, and Christmas festivities. Each year St. Nicholas (the rosy-cheeked, bowl full of jelly variety) comes to visit the children. We acknowledge that for many of the low-income families in Doddridge County the holidays can put a strain on the budget. For this reason we make sure that every child that attends leaves with a gift and at least one book. In the same way that St. Nicholas assisted the father and his daughters we hope to be a helping hand to the parents in our community. Not to mention it is always a joy to celebrate with friends and neighbors. However, because we are a non-profit we can do nothing without the generosity of others. We are incredibly blessed to have so many people who, like St. Nicholas, give of what they have. At the Christmas party the staff is fortunate enough to be there to see the faces of the children light up as they play games and receive their gifts. However, most of the people that make this party possible are not there with us. Though in Matthew we are reminded that the Lord sees all that we do and will repay us for our kindness.

We are still planning for this years Christmas party and encourage everyone connected to the farm to consider joining us in our efforts. If you have volunteered recently you may want to sponsor a family that you worked with. Otherwise, we are looking for books, new educational toys, or monetary contributions. Our party is on December 13th and we would like to have gifts in by the end of November. Please consider sending us unwrapped gifts in the mail or contact us at 1-304-782-2742 (by phone) or Nazarethfarm@gmail.com (by email.) As Jesus says, “whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me”. We are grateful for anything you modern day St. Nicholas’s can do. We pray that you are blessed and, like the Saints, that your lives might be examples of how our faith is made real and how a real faith can change the world.

Welcome Home,
Nazareth Farm

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very well written! I love the stories about Saints too! It's amazing how Saints are from all walks of life, rich or poor, yet always filled with charitable hearts. I hope all the children in Doddridge County have a wonderful Christmas party at NF. Remind me to participate with a monetary contribution when I visit next week. Looking forward to it!

Anonymous said...

Good insights into what makes our faith so alive and interesting! It's nice to know we are not alone in our journey and that we have others to look to for guidance and comfort. I will be sending a donation and praying that the Christmas party at NF will bring joy to the children.

Regina said...

My great-grandfather grew up in Appalachia (TN), and wrote a series of recollections, "Grassy Creek Sketches". One of them is about Christmas in 1887, when Santa had not come to their home, but they went to a party where presents miraculously appeared with the names of two of his siblings.... I'm going to type it up and e-mail it to you!

Really wonderful ... I had just printed out your staff application before clicking over to the blog. Must be a sign!

Blessings to you