Who Will Come to Bethlehem: Tales from Stable and City
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Who Will Come to Bethlehem: Tales from Stable and City TRACEY LIND ! Dedicated to the children and their grown-ups of Trinity Cathedral in Cleveland, Ohio i Who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn? Tales from Stable and City This book is intended to be a private gift and is not for public distribution. All stories were written by Tracey Lind, and are the property of the author. All photographs were made by Tracey Lind, and are the property of the photographer. The song lyrics are for private use only and copyright permission has not been granted for those not already in the public realm. © Tracey Lind, Cleveland, Ohio, 2014 ii The Stories Stories for Young Children Michel, The Tired Donkey Leah, The Family Cow Rebekah, The Little Gray Mouse Hooter, the Big White Barn Owl Sammy, the Sleepy Sheep The Lost and Found Ducks Stories for Children at Heart The Innkeeper’s Daughter Shiphrah, The Midwife The Gift of the Beggar Girl Slouching Toward Bethlehem Just Another Homeless Family A Very Special Christmas Tree New Ways to Think about an Old Holiday The Light of Darkness When God Pitches a Tent 10RH 3 The Songs Who Will Come to Bethlehem The Friendly Beasts Away in the Manger Silent Night Hark the Herald Angels Sing Do You Hear What I Hear? Go Tell it on the Mountain A Stable Lamp is Lighted What Child Is This In the Bleak Midwinter O Little Town of Bethlehem The Star O Christmas Tree This Little Light of Mine The First Nowell We Wish You a Merry Christmas 4 INTRODUCTION Samson the Cat ! 5 Shall I tell you who will come To Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, Who will kneel them gently down Before the Lord, new-born? One small fish from the river, With scales of red, red gold, One wild bee from the heather, One grey lamb from the fold, One ox from the high pasture, One black bull from the herd, One goatling from the far hills, One white, white bird. And many children -- God give them grace, Bringing tall candles to light Mary's face. 6 This Spanish Christmas carol, set to music by Ruth Sawyer, Jimmy Webb, my friend Eleanor Robinson, and probably other composers speaks to a missing link in the Christmas story. The storytellers neglected to mention some of the characters that were in that Bethlehem stable on a cold, December night. The Bible’s version of the story includes: Mary, Joseph, Jesus, the angel Gabriel, the shepherds, King Herod, the Magi, and the heavenly host. Everybody knows that there was also an innkeeper, a don- key, some sheep, and a few camels. But as the words of this Christmas carol suggest and as many pageant costumes attest, there were others present at the birth of Jesus. If all the characters and de- tails were included, the Christmas story would be far too long to fit into one book. And, there wouldn’t be any room for our imagination. Over the year, I have conjured up other characters, the one who never made it into the written story. They came to the stable, witnessed the birth of Jesus, and gave what they could give. Take for instance, Samson the barn kitten. He belonged to the Innkeeper, but he had to live in the stable. There was no place for him in the inn. On the night that Je- sus was born, he was sleeping on a pile of hay. When Mary and Joseph came into the barn, he hid behind a pile of wood and watched everything from out-of-sight. After the exhausted new parents laid Jesus in the manger and fell asleep, Samson snuck up to the little baby and purred. He brought Jesus a little piece of string. Then, he lay down close beside the baby and kept him warm. On that special night, I think Samson offered the kind of hospitality and gener- osity that Jesus taught for the rest of his life. 7 In this book, I want to tell you the story of Christmas from the perspective of some of those unsung characters that watched in shadows and helped in the night. In the first section, there are short stories for young children that can be read on a grown-up lap by the Christmas tree. In the second section, there are stories for chil- dren at heart, stories that can be read by older children or grown-ups after the younger ones have fallen asleep. In the third section of this book, I offer some new ways to think about this old holiday. I’ve also included the words to some of my fa- vorite Christmas carols in hopes that you might teach them to the children in your life. Perhaps, you’ll be inspired to write your tales of Christmas and add your own characters to the nativity scene because Christmas is one of those stories that is sim- ply too good not to be not be told over and over again in all kinds of ways. And by the way, I hope you’ll consider trying a 10RH holiday season. 8 CHAPTER 4 Michel, The Tired Donkey ! “Are we there yet?” That’s what I kept saying on the road to Bethlehem. It had been a very long walk up and down winding mountain trails. I was exhausted carrying preg- nant Mary on my back all the way from Nazareth. I know it was my job - after all, I’m a beast of burden – but it was hard work! “Come on, Michel” he said. “It’s not much farther.” But I was bone tired, and so I kept asking over and over again, “Are we there yet?” 9 As we entered the home stretch, all I could think about was a warm stable, a bucket of cool water, and a manger filled fresh hay. But everywhere we went, we saw the signs: “No room.” and “We’re full.” The city of Bethlehem was booked to capacity that cold December night. Every- body was in town for the registration. That’s the reason my owner Joseph had to travel to his hometown with his very pregnant fiancée Mary. “Are we there yet?” That was all I could think. I just wanted to rest my weary legs and get the heavy load off of my back. Eventually, an innkeeper took pity on us and told Joseph that we could stay in his drafty barn. After showing us the way, he excused himself. Joseph lifted Mary off of my back, and I let out a loud “hee-haw” and shook the road off of me. Joseph brought me a bucket of water and filled the manger with fresh hay. I was just about to settle into my evening meal, when Mary went into labor. The midwife ar- rived, and told Joseph to prepare a birthing bed for Mary. So what did he do? He took the straw that I was about to lie down on made her a cushion. Then she told him to fetch her some water. And what did he do? He took my bucket of drinking water. With all the excitement, I could not concentrate enough to eat. The baby came very quickly and the midwife handed him over to his mother. Finally, I thought I could eat my supper in peace. Just as I was about to dig into my meal, Joseph brought the baby over to the manger, pushed me out of the way, and placed him on my dinner of hay. What’s a donkey to do? 10 Then a group of excited shepherds and noisy sheep arrived. Great, I thought, some more noise to keep me awake. And I bet I’ll have to share my water and hay with these smelly animals. What’s a donkey to do? After everybody got settled, I lay down next to the manger and watched the baby sleep. I listened to his parents talk quietly with the shepherds and the inn- keeper’s family. I heard them name the baby Jesus. I whispered to the other animals. Why is this baby so special? Nobody knew for certain, but there was rumor that he was God’s very own son. Eventually, that baby grew up to be a great teacher, healer and prophet. He talked about a special place called the Kingdom of God. He said it wasn’t far way. If you looked hard, you could see it. If you listened carefully, you could hear it. If you reached out your hand, you could touch it. If you opened your heart, you could feel it. Jesus was so popular that people began to follow him everywhere. And when they got tired and asked, “Are we there yet,” he would respond, “Come to me, you are strug- gling and are carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest. Put on my yoke and learn from me. I’m gentle and humble. My yoke is easy and my burden is light.” I think he must have learned that wisdom from me who first carried him when he was still in his mother’s tummy. And you know what? Many years later, when he was all grown up, my grandson car- ried him on his back into Jerusalem. 11 The Friendly Beasts Words by Robert Davis (1881-1950) Jesus our brother kind and good Was humbly born in a stable rude. And the friendly beasts around him stood Jesus our brother, kind and good. "I," said the donkey, all shaggy and brown, "I carried his mother up hill and down I carried his mother to Bethlehem town." "I," said the donkey, all shaggy and brown.