The Christmas Guest

It happened one day at the year's white end … two neighbors called on an old time friend … and they found his shop so meager and mean … made bright with a thousand boughs of green … and Conrad was sitting with face a-shine … when he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine … and said, 'Old friends, at dawn today … when the cock was crowing the night away … the Lord appeared in a dream to me … and said, “I am coming your Guest to be.” … So I've been busy with my feet astir … strewing my shop with branches of fir … the table is spread and the kettle is shined … and over the rafters the holly twined … and now I will wait for my Lord to appear … and listen closely so I will hear … His step as He nears my humble place … and I open the door and look in His face.'

So his friends went home and left Conrad alone … for this was the happiest day he had known … for, long since, his family had passed away … and Conrad had spent a sad Christmas day … but he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest … this Christmas would be the dearest and best … and he listened with only joy in his heart … and with every sound he would rise with a start … and look for the Lord to be standing there … in answer to his earnest prayer.

So he ran to the window after hearing a sound … but all that he saw on the snow-covered ground … was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn … and all of his clothes were ragged and worn … So Conrad was touched and went to the door … and he said, 'Your feet must be frozen and sore … and I have some shoes in my shop for you … and a coat that will keep you warmer too' … So with grateful heart the man went away … but Conrad noticed the time of the day … he wondered what made the dear Lord so late … and how much longer he'd have to wait … when he heard a knock and ran to the door … but it was only a stranger once more … a bent, old woman with a shawl of black … a bundle of twigs piled on her back … She asked for only a place to rest … but her voice seemed to plead, 'Don't send me away … let me rest for a while on Christmas Day' … So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup … and told her to sit at the table and sup.

But after she left he was filled with dismay … for he saw that the hours were passing away … and the Lord had not come as He said He would … and Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood … when out of the stillness he heard a cry … 'Please help me and tell me where am I' … So again he opened his friendly door … and stood disappointed as twice before … it was only a child who had wandered away … and was lost from her family on Christmas Day … Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad … but he knew he would make this little child glad .. so he called her in and wiped her tears … and quieted all her childish fears … then he led her back to her home once more … but as he entered his own darkened door … he knew that the Lord was not coming today … for the hours of Christmas had passed away.

So he went to his room and knelt down to pray … and he said, 'Dear Lord, why did you delay? … What kept You from coming to call on me? … For I wanted so much Your face to see' … when soft in the silence a voice he heard … 'Lift up your head for I kept My word … Three times My shadow crossed your floor … Three times I came to your lonely door … for I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet ... I was the woman you gave food to eat… and I was the child on the homeless street.'

“Three times I knocked and three times I came in and each time I found the warmth of a friend”.

Of all the gifts, love is the best, and I was honored to be your Christmas Guest.  


 

by Helen Steiner Rice

(originally written by Ruben Saillens & Retold by Leo Tolstoy)

Song Playing - The Christmas guest
by:Johnny Cash



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