The Angel Child

The value of this short Christian story:  Angels.

“GLORY TO GOD, GLORY TO GOD, GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST” The angel choir sang in the skies above Bethlehem that very first Christmas night.  All of the Shepherds looked on in wonder as they heard from the choir of angels that filled the night sky of the coming of the Messiah, the Christ Child, Jesus who would save his people from their sins.

David watched from the hill not far from the flock and his uncle and dad who were tending the sheep.  He had been coming out with his male relatives to learn how to be a shepherd under their care and teaching.  They had sent him off to find a lost baby sheep that had wandered off.  David knew exactly where the little scoundrel sheep was because he had chased her many times.  He had given the sheep a name, Spunky and it had become David’s special pet in all the herd.

As the Angel Choir finished, David heard Spunky baa not far from where he was sitting.  Spunky liked a little cove where some sweet herbs grew and only she knew about them.  But she must have gotten caught in the brambles.  Sure enough, there she was, all caught up and very unhappy.
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The Great Tiger

The value of this short Christian story:   Blessed are the Merciful.

“What do you mean I do it wrong?  All coyotes hunt.” Rodney defended himself when his best friend George Coyote accused him of being “too cruel” when he hunted.  Rodney was right about one thing.  All coyotes and in fact, every living thing hunts for its food and that is the way God created the world to be for now.  There is a whispered belief in the coyote community that a world will be one day where all creatures would be at peace together and God would provide all the food and nobody would have to hunt or be hunted but that’s not the way it is now so Rodney knew his instinct to hunt was not evil.

But Rodney had a love of the hunt that was far more intense than any other coyote he knew.  He lived for the hunt.  But it wasn’t just hunting that he loved.  He loved to corner a rabbit or small animal and see how terrified it was and make it stay like that instead of using the methods his mother and uncles taught him to hunt quickly and efficiently.  No, to Rodney, the stalking and “playing with” his pray was exciting.

“That’s what I am talking about.”  George said.  It’s kind of gross Rodney so why don’t we hunt separately for a while.

George’s scolding and change so he couldn’t hunt with the pack upset Rodney but he considered them all to be just weak and not as good as hunting as he.  So he hunted alone. “I might as well hunt alone.” He said to himself since he was the only one still talking to him.  “I am the only real expert at it.  Who needs the pack anyway when I WHOOP…………”
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Smudge And Snuggles Find A Statue

The value of this short Christian story :  We should have no other Gods before the true God.

Smudge and his sister Snuggles were not very much different from all the young chipmunks in the forest.  They loved their mommy and daddy and the time the spent together in the rafters of the church worshiping God with the people, even though the people didn’t know they were up there.  You probably have a few chipmunks worshipping in your church with you that nobody knows about.  Look for them this Sunday.  You will see them.

But the thing they loved to do, like all children of all species love to do is play.  Oh, they ran all over the forest, leaping from tree to tree, playing "chase me, catch me" not always knowing who was doing the chasing and who the catching.  The forest was so fun to explore and they found lots of treats to nibble on and left over toys from humans who had visited the forest.

One day they played “chase me, catch me” so hard that they ran far out of their usual play areas in the forest.  Suddenly they perched on an old stump and looked around puzzled.

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Nobody Asks The Donkey

The value of this short Christian story:  God’s Faithfulness

Sydney the Donkey and Muriel the sheep walked along the rough Egyptian road trying to keep up with the crowd.  Everyone was all in a rush and upset and pushing and yelling ever since Moses finally got the Pharaoh to let the Israelties go and Moses had the Hebrew nation pack up everything and march toward to the Red Sea and to freedom.

“Well this was an unexpected trip.”  Muriel said running a bit to keep away from the switch her master was using to keep the animals moving.

“What are you complaining about?”  Sydney responded.  “Look at all the junk I have on my back.  They make me carry everything.”

“Well why don’t you just dump it on the road?  You are a donkey, people expect you to be stubborn.”  The helpful sheep advised.

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Eagles And Bears

The value of this short Christmas story: Blessed are the Peacemakers.

The war had been going on for centuries.  The war between the Eagles and the Bears.  Nobody in the forest knew what started the war.  But everyone know how often Bears were injured terribly or killed by dive bombing Eagles or just as often Eagles were killed in large numbers by sudden attacks by Bears or as they dove and the Bears swatted them from the sky.  Far too often the ones hurt the most were the children or babies or mommies of the baby Eagles and Bears who wanting nothing more than peace to raise their children.

Nevertheless, rumor had been in the air for a long time of a war to end all wars.  A final battle was coming that would pit every Bear in the woods against every Eagle and a final victor will emerge.  But nobody knew when that day would come.  But that day did come, before anyone was prepared for it.  It came about when Bartholomew Bear was playing in the woods by himself.  He wasn’t supposed to do that but sometimes children forget the warnings of their parents because they want so much to explore and learn.  He was chasing a butterfly laughing and leaping at it from a log to a stump to a rock and then to the ground.

Suddenly he felt a shooting pain in his foot.  He cried out before he even know what happened but he heard the SNAP of that man trap closed on his foot and he knew he was in big trouble.  He must have cried for hours wishing his Mommy or Daddy would come.  Little did he know they were preparing for the final battle, the war to end all wars with the Eagles.
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