. The uplift [serial] . pastor put on his coat and hat and wanderdoutside. To passers—by he murmured a Merry Christmas he did not feel As he reached the corner, a small boy, running as he pulled his redexpress wagon, almost knocked him down. Georgie Potter! The pries*started to rebuke the lad, but the shining light on the ruddy little severyear-old face stopped him. He smiled: Now, is that a new wagon I see? Yes, sir! Suddenly the clergyman ! What is that in your wagon? It was the Christ Child! The pastor stared transfixed. The belovedstatuette of the Infant Jesus, with its ba
. The uplift [serial] . pastor put on his coat and hat and wanderdoutside. To passers—by he murmured a Merry Christmas he did not feel As he reached the corner, a small boy, running as he pulled his redexpress wagon, almost knocked him down. Georgie Potter! The pries*started to rebuke the lad, but the shining light on the ruddy little severyear-old face stopped him. He smiled: Now, is that a new wagon I see? Yes, sir! Suddenly the clergyman ! What is that in your wagon? It was the Christ Child! The pastor stared transfixed. The belovedstatuette of the Infant Jesus, with its baby arms outstretched in widebenediction, lay with a blanket tucked about it. The shining light was gone from the lads face and he cowered. Georgie, did you take that from the church? But I promised! the boy blurted. I prayed and prayed for a redwagon. And I promised the Christ Child if Hed get me a red wagon foChristmas, Id give him a ride in in twice round the block. —The Spokesman THE UPLIFT <^fe jltottclttOltS. A JEWEL FOR YOUR MEMORY GOLLEGTIO^ (LETS MEMORIZE IT) Blessed be the Lord God of Israel; for he hath visited and redeemed hispeople. Luke 1:6£ When the night watchman in a large department store was makinghis usual rounds after closing time he found the body of a man, ap-parently in his middle thirties, lying under a counter. He was a thin manshabbily dressed, with nothing in his pockets and no means of identifi-cation on his body. It was decided that he had been trampled to deathin the Christmas rush, but they were unable to account for what appearecto be nail wounds in the palms of his hands. Could this little story be implying ?hat we are trampling under oufeet the very purpose for which we observe this Holy Day? Could hmean that we get so involved in our exchanging of gifts that we fail tcpresent our gift to the one who is having the birthday?What are you giving the Christ Child this year?What can I give Him, Poor as I am?If I were a shepherd, I would brin
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