Dear Friends,
This simple Christmas greeting from my interpreter and friend, Mohammed, in Kurdistan of Iraq, touched me greatly, a Muslim man wishing his Christian friend a “Happy Christmas.” This was an unsolicited greeting that came from a considerate heart on the other side of the world. It reveals respect for my beliefs and genuine affection.
During this Christmas Season, I’ve been challenged afresh to focus on the reason for the season. I came home for the holidays to a mass power outage here in Washington. The house was freezing, yet the refrigerator freezer thawed and the food therein was spoiled. Patty, my wife, is staying with our daughter who has just given birth to the newest addition to our family a beautiful little princess with fair skin and raven black hair that reminds us of Snow White. Her given name is Sonovia Jubilee, an interesting name given in light of the biblical meaning behind the word “Jubilee” it is also a reflection the joy of her coming to her parents.
There are no decorations at our place this year, we’re in the process of transition to another house. There is no tree, no presents, except those sent out to our family, none of the familiar props we normally associate with this season; it just fell out that way this year. There is a tendency (at least for me) to feel a bit blue this time of year when these familiar things are missing and the season seems to have passed one by. Then a couple of things happen to make it all come back into focus, it is these things that I hope you will indulge me sharing with you.
One is the precious email from my friend Mohammed in Iraq, wishing me and mine a “Happy Christmas.” I have included this email and my reply below.
Two; The most heartwarming Christmas Story I’ve heard in years, one which touched me profoundly this holiday season was a story published in my hometown newspaper, The Prescott Courier. It was written by a dear friend of ours, Leslie Ross. Mike and Leslie own Kachina Travel in Prescott. Over the years, she has gotten me out of more scrapes when I’ve been stuck in travel difficulties (domestic and international) than I can count.
She writes the travel column for the Courier and I consider myself to be her No. 1 fan. (a self-bestowed honor) I collect her stories which she graciously sends me via email. This story sums up, for me, what its all about. Incidentally, Mike and Leslie are the proud new Grandparents of twins, a little boy and girl. They were born a day and a half before our grandchild; you beat us Mike and Leslie, Congratulations!
I’ve, without her permission, included her meaningful story below as well.
A Merry Christmas To All and a Happy And Blessed New Year,
Jack (soon to be back) in Iraq
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Mohammed’s Christmas Greeting
Dear Sir,
For Christmas, I hope that you are spending your Christmas happily with your family.
I wish peace, happiness, freedom and love for all human beings. We here (in Kurdistan) pray to God to help us to serve people who need help.
God bless you and your family. My special regards and love to you and your family.
Mohammed
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Thank you Mohammed,
How very thoughtful of you; all that you have said is the true spirit of Christmas, your greeting reminded me of the Angel’s proclamation over 2000 years ago.
“And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. “
May this blessing touch both of our worlds.In our Christian tradition, I wish you and your family a Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year.
My Love And Blessings,
Jack
I have removed the name of the writer of this story, to protect their identity as it is a personal friend of Jack Harris.
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Christmas In The Alps
Merry Christmas to All
One of the loveliest Christmases I’ve ever had was alone and far from home. I was on a driving trip with a friend and a winter storm caught us in the middle of the Alps. We got stranded in Liechtenstein, the tiny country sandwiched between Switzerland and Austria that is noted for its diminutive size and plenitude of postcards.
We meant to reach Vienna for the holidays, but we lollygagged through northern Italy and only got as far north as the hamlet of Malbun, Liechtenstein, when bad weather forced us to stop traveling and seek shelter. It was wonderful serendipity. There was room at the inn (or in this case, a ski chalet) which was cheery and snug, the fires were burning brightly, the down comforters on the beds were thick and warm and the owners were a very genial couple with welcoming smiles for two weary travelers on Christmas.
Christmas Eve Day didn’t start out well. My traveling friend had a filthy cold and only wanted to stay huddled under the comforter, drink hot broth and blow her nose. The other guests at the chalet all had their own families there for the holidays and although courteous weren’t really interested in a one-day adoption of a lonely lady from Arizona. I spent the day reading, eating and generally moping. Then that evening after dinner, I took myself out for a walk.
It was one of those miraculous nights. The air was crisp and cold and the snow lay deep and white, cradling the village whose empty streets made it seem as though I was the only person in the whole world. The stars glittered and moon was huge and bright enough to light my way. It was perfectly lovely, but to tell the truth I still felt pretty pitiful to be alone on Christmas Eve.
I trudged on through the snow, winding my way up the village path and rounded a corner. I could see lights farther up the hill and there was some sort of music. I thought perhaps it was a café still open in the evening and climbed toward it thinking to get a cup of hot coffee before I went back to the inn.
It wasn’t a café, it was a little chapel. High up in the mountains I had accidentally stumbled on a lovely little church full of people celebrating the Nativity. The church was full of candle light and song and warm with good fellowship. Perfect strangers nodded and smiled at me as I slipped in the back and although I didn’t know the language of the hymns, some of the melodies were old and blessedly familiar. The service may have been in a foreign tongue but the language of Christmas is universal.
I was a stranger in a strange land, alone and in a distant country without all the paraphernalia that we usually associate with Christmas. There were no gifts, no cookies, no parties, but it remains to this day one of the most wonderful Christmas experiences that I have ever had.
Coming out of the little chapel, all warm and bright, it was bitter cold but the stars above the mountains were shining brightly. It reminded me that out of the depths of the darkness a star appeared to give us hope that God’s love would help us find a better tomorrow.
Merry Christmas to you all dear friends and God bless us, everyone.