But, my Dad warned me. He ascended into heaven and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty, whence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. There is truly no place like home. Even at the age of 9, I appreciated the time and effort that went into making this ring.
Our flight home took twenty-two hours. Everyone continued to scrounge things suitable for making music, decorations or something to eat and drink.
This was indeed magic of the greatest dimension. Then the ushers passed out a slice of pudding and a drink to each German soldier. We were afraid to stop that day because of the ice, so we ended up having a gourmet dinner of Triscuits and cheese in our lovely room. I do remember that he was always such a jovial kid — considering the home life he was probably experiencing.
How differently God communicates with us.
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He descended into hell.
That a pencil could write on one piece of paper and mysteriously record on another was a miracle which was so gratifying to my childish mind that I can honestly say that in that one moment, in the dark of Christmas morning, I understood as much about printing and the duplication of words and the fundamental mystery of disseminating ideas as I have learned in the remaining half-century of my life.
The next day, however, things went back to normal. We probably saw an accident happen twice every half hour. We scheduled the show hourly, so all the men in our section of the camp could see it.
I cannot begin to tell you my joy. So much for trying new dining options. The rest of the raisins, prunes and sugar would be brewed into a strong alcoholic drink that would be cut with water and portioned out to each man.My Most Memorable Christmas “Raus mit du, Schwine Hund!” (“Out with you, you pig of a dog!”) These were the words I remember hearing every morning of the eight months I spent in Stalag 7-A, the German prisoner-of-war camp located in Moosburgh, Germany, fifteen kilometers from Munich.
Memorable Christmas The fall ofour daughter Carol, age thirteen, was thrown from a motorcycle on which she had been a passenger. She sailed eighty-nine feet through the air and landed in a ditch, where she almost died.
Over the years, I have had some wonderful Christmas memories, from the time Santa visited a family reunion when I was a kid, to our holiday visit to Italy as an adult, to seeing Christmas through a child’s eyes with my own daughter.
However, the most memorable Christmas was the year when we. That word Christmas just doesn’t evoke the same memories for everyone. I’d like to share what I think might be my most memorable Christmas.
Back inmy wife and I joined a tour group to visit the Luther sites of the Reformation in East Germany. It is the same person, 40 years past that Christmas Eve inwho upon viewing the incredible mural, painted upon the canvas of the universe, simply says, “Wow.” That Christmas in was my most memorable and yes, my most profound Christmas ever.
What is your most unforgettable Christmas gift? I remember mine! Our family had just returned back to the United States from missionary work in China and Tibet.
Mom and Dad were pastoring a small church in Pennsylvania and there wasn't much money to go around. I desperately wanted an electric football set for Christmas. That's all I could .Download