Ring-a-ding-ding!

How many years does a family have to repeat an event to label it a tradition? Last week the Nymans participated in our 2nd annual ringing of the bells with the Salvation Army. Thanks to Linnea’s research and scheduling, we rang at two Walmart doors in Michigan City, manning two red kettles for two hours. It wasn’t difficult to stand in the cold when Walmart’s wide doors opened again and again, wafting warm air our way and welcoming us inside when we needed a warm-up.

Skylar and Micah did beautifully, never complaining about the length of time they were “stuck” ringing bells. The children’s cheery, “Merry Christmas!” to each contributor brought far more donations than we would have seen without them being there.

As was true last year, the bell-ringing offered a classic opportunity to study human nature. When the 20-something girls were ringing, male contributors were plentiful. One said, “You two are the best lookin’ elves I’ve ever seen. I wish my name was Santa Claus.”

Another told Nelson, “I force my kids to ring these bells every year. They don’t like it, but it’s good for them.”

This year we learned that what gets plunked into the red kettles isn’t always money. Throughout the country kettle-counters find treasure ranging from valuable antique coins to engagement rings. The Army doesn’t hold these treasures but has them appraised, then sells them and puts the proceeds into their programs.

Last year gold coins began showing up in random states throughout the nation just before Christmas: Indiana, Florida, Illinois, Tennessee, Georgia, Colorado, Washington. Most of the coins were solid gold, minted in the early 1900’s, worth about $20 at the time but now appraising for $1500 – $2000.

One kettle contained a diamond and sapphire ring. “Wrapped in a rubber band was a $50 bill, and inside the $50 bill was a note, and inside the note was a ring,” the counter said. The note read, “They need more than I. Do good! A friend.” It was appraised at $2000.

Another special find was a gold nugget that was eventually auctioned for $4000. That donation, too, included an anonymous note from the generous donor. Once in a while kettle-counters find large bills with notes that say, “In memory of…” their loved one. One such contribution has been made every Christmas for 7 years, a $1600 gold Liberty coin “In memory of Mimi.”

Generosity is a character trait God highly esteems. He’s especially delighted when people give from sparse resources, because he understands our temptation to hold onto what little we might have. But leave it to him to include a return-blessing when we give: “Whoever sows generously will reap generously.” And that’s especially good news when money is tight.

Our family’s minimal participation with the Salvation Army was a blessing for sure, and I think a family tradition has been born.

In the midst of a very severe trial, [the Macedonians’] overflowing joy and their extreme poverty welled up in rich generosity.” (2 Corinthians 8:2)

Rubbing the Right Way

It doesn’t take much to entertain two preschoolers. Spending money is definitely not necessary, nor is traveling long distances to get there. Little ones are thoroughly happy with a quick trip to the local discount store, especially if it includes a few minutes in the toy aisle.

This week a group of us geared up for a shopping excursion, dividing up into 3 groups when we got to the store. Three carts allowed us to fan out and buy gifts for each other while still keeping Christmas secrets. After a while, Louisa, Skylar, Micah and I ended up in the toy aisle, “just to look,” but of course we also played.

Inspecting an array of balls, trucks, dolls and gizmos, we laughed and had more fun than if we’d been at Disneyland. The unending eagerness of two young children rubbed off on us adults, and Louisa and I started to act like kids, too.

Enthusiasm for almost anything can jump from one person to another in all kinds of circumstances. For example, if I watch a cooking show, by the end of it I want to head for the kitchen to make something. If I spend time with a physical fitness buff, I want to start an exercise program.

The same is true when I spend time with God. In reading a biography of D. L. Moody, I learned he had trouble loving others, even though he tried his best. Although he was a Christian, he said he didn’t have much compassion for the lost. So he made a decision to look up the word “love” in his Bible concordance and read every reference where it appeared. By the time he was finished, his heart was bursting with love for others, and he couldn’t reach out to them fast enough, eventually becoming a globally known evangelist.

Interestingly, he acknowledged it was God’s love not his own that enabled him to love others, especially strangers. It had rubbed off on him the same way Skylar and Micah’s playfulness had rubbed off on Louisa and me. Without their jumping-up-and-down-excitement in the toy aisle, we’d have  just been two calm adults walking through the store. Because of them, we were playing.

Moody found that the truth in God’s Word rubbed off on him to the point of empowering him to love others. In the same way, the Lord offers to rub off on all of us when we spend time alongside him. After we do, we’ll be able to accomplish all kinds of God-empowered things.

By the way, yesterday Lars asked me what I’d like for Christmas. I think I’ll ask for the Barbie Hairtastic Salon.

“God is not far from any one of us. For in him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:27, 28)

Don’t forget.

Yesterday Louisa and Birgitta were in reminiscing mode, harkening back to childhood and a certain Disney video they both remembered well. Since it had to do with Christmas, they decided to hunt for it in the basement, hoping to watch it.

They found it among the old VHS tapes: “A Walt Disney Christmas,” 6 classic cartoons from the 1930’s and 1940’s. I watched the girls as they watched the tape, enjoying their expressions and comments:

“Oh, I remember that skating couple when the ice cracked! Remember the poor children at the orphanage? And the stocking with the hole in it?”

As their favorite scenes appeared, they tried to recall how old they were when they’d memorized the details: the color of the ice, the lace on the pantaloons, the glow of a Christmas tree. All of it occurred for them more than half a lifetime ago.

Looking back at happy times is fun. It can also be instructive, and God wants us to make a practice of it. In the Old Testament he says, “Remember what the Lord did to Pharaoh and to Egypt. Remember how the Lord led you in the wilderness. Remember that the Lord redeemed you. Remember the days of old. Remember all the wonders he has done. Remember the Lord who is great and awesome. Remember the Lord’s great mercy and love.”

On and on his training-in-remembering goes as he coaxes us to look back. If he did great things for us “then,” he can do the great things “now.” His desire is for us to focus on his past capabilities rather than our circumstantial difficulties. When things aren’t going well, we tend to quickly slip into despair rather than count on him to come through, and reminding us of past victories is his way of lifting our sagging spirits.

Even better than our look back, though, is his: he never needs remembrance-prompting because he never forgets. When he makes a promise, he follows through. What he says he’ll do, he always does, without exception. God has never been into making excuses. Scripture says he “remembers his covenant, remembers us and blesses us, remembers us in our low estate” and many more. On and on his mindfulness goes, mindfulness of us.

If we were as mindful of him, our lives would be far less stressful and less cluttered with worry. Trusting God would be easier, and our faith in him would grow by leaps and bounds.

“Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.” (Isaiah 46:9)