Nineteen Days Until Christmas

Our Father gave His Son, Christ gave His Life, what gifts will we give?

Prayer.  I will therefore that men pray everywhere, lifting up holy hands without wrath and doubting.  1 Tim 2: 8

From the time I was very little I was taught to pray, to kneel at night beside the bed and thank Heavenly Father for the blessings of the day.  We prayed at mealtime.  We knelt together for family prayer.  I knew that I could speak to my Heavenly Father when I knelt down, bowed my head and prayed.

One day my grandfather told me a story of two children, a brother and a sister.  They were little like me.  Walking in the countryside they began to follow the railroad tracks.  Because the ground was uneven, or because the rail was attractively shiny they decided to walk on the track.  The hadn’t gone very far when the little girl slipped and caught her foot between the rail and the railroad tie.  Her foot was wedged in tight. Try as she might she could not pull it loose.

Her brother came and pulled on her leg and foot.  He too was unable to pull his sister free.

Suddenly in the distance the two children heard the sound of an approaching train.  Now they struggled in desperation.  As the train came nearer, the brother, with both hands on his sister’s ankle looked up to heaven and called out, “Heavenly Father, Help me!”  Immediately a thought came into his mind.  “Unlatch the shoe.”  His sister’s shoe was a hightop leather shoe, securely fastened in the fashion of the day.  Quickly he undid the latches and his sister pulled her foot free, leaving the shoe wedged against the rail.  They stumbled from the track and watched from safety as the train passed over the shoe.

I learned a lesson about prayer from my grandfather’s story.  We can pray anywhere.  We are not asked to sit silently in the dark, hoping help is nearby.  We can Call out.

Every day we have moments when we need to Call out to the Lord.  When we do He hears us, and if we listen we will hear Him.

Prayer: What a wonderful gift.

Merry Christmas!!

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About Karen Hopkins

Karen Hopkins (1949-) was born in Los Angeles and raised in Martinez, California. At seventeen she moved to Talcahuano, Chile. After completing her university degree she worked in London, England for Pan American Airlines and traveled extensively throughout Europe, the Middle East, and India. For twenty-six years Karen taught Spanish and English as a Second Language in a variety of settings including a private school in Panama, the "most remote school in the United States"--Ticaboo, Utah, the Navajo Reservation, a teacher exchange in Hermosillo, Mexico, Carl Hayden High School in Phoenix, Arizona, and Cochise College in Nogales, Arizona. She and her husband travel extensively throughout Mexico and Central America, and have spent many summers in the remote highlands of Chiapas and Guatemala with their family. Karen currently lives in Southern Arizona, near the Mexican border.
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