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November, 2010
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November, 2010
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SUNDAY |
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY |
| 1
7:30 p.m. |
2
7:30 p.m. 7:30 |
3
7:00 p.m. 7:00 p.m. |
4
7:30 p.m. |
5 | 6 | |
| 7
10:30 a.m. Worship, Sunday School, Nursery |
8
12:00 noon |
9 | 10
7:00
p.m. |
11 11:00 a.m. Remember to observe one minute of silence for those who have served, and those who are serving now. 7:30 p.m. |
12 | 13 |
| 14
10:30 a.m. Worship, Sunday School, Nursery |
15 | 16
7:00 p.m. |
17
7:00 p.m. |
18
7:30 p.m. |
19 | 20 |
| 21
8:30 a.m. 10:30 a.m. Worship, Sunday School, Nursery |
22
7:00 p.m. |
23
7:00 p.m. |
24
9:00 a.m. |
25
7:30 p.m. |
26 | 27 |
| 28
First Sunday in Advent 10:30 a.m. Worship, Sunday School, Nursery |
29 | 30
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GREEN MITTENS
Green Mittens lay on the counter in the Department Store,
close beside his brothers and sisters. Some were red, some blue, while others
had bells on the back that jingled every time they moved.
"I wonder who will buy me?" said Green Mittens to the red ones lying next to him. "Will it be a little boy who will love and care for me? Or will it be a child who will be careless and may throw me in the mud?"
"Maybe a grandmother will buy you," answered the red mittens hopefully, "and give you away for Christmas. I am sure some child will like the tinkle of your bells."
Green Mittens looked around the store. Men and women, boys and girls, passed the counter, stopping only to glance at the mittens and pass by. "I hope someone will buy me soon," said Green Mittens with a sigh.
Just then Green Mittens felt someone touch him. He jingled his bells as loudly as he could. Someone turned him over and over. He felt his soft wool being rubbed between small fingers.
"This pair looks warm," said Jimmy to the lady at the counter. "I like the tinkling bells. How much do they cost?"
"Three dollars," repeated Jimmy counting out the money carefully from his wallet. "I’ll take them."
Before Green Mittens knew what had happened, he was placed in a bag. It was dark inside and soon he could feel a swinging movement as he was carried through the store and out to the street.
"I’m home," called Jimmy, as he slammed the door and ran to the kitchen to find his mother.
"What did you buy?" asked his mother, looking at the bag in Jimmy’s hand.
"I bought Green Mittens," answered Jimmy, "and they have bells on the back."
His mother smiled. "You have saved a long time for these mittens. Let’s see if we can find a pretty ribbon to tie around them."
"That’s a good idea." said Jimmy. "Then I can hang them on the tree."
The next morning Jimmy proudly carried Green Mittens to Church. As soon as he arrived, he ran to the tree in the corner of the room. The little bells rang merrily as Jimmy tied the Green Mittens to a branch. Green Mittens peeked around the branch and to his surprise saw some of his brothers and sisters hanging on the tree.
Green Mittens felt very happy as he looked around the Sunday School room. When anyone came near the tree his bells jingled merrily. That morning the teacher talked to the children about sharing, but Green Mittens wasn’t sure what she meant.
After Sunday School was over, Green Mittens was taken from the tree and packed in a box with all the other mittens. It was dark and they were packed so tightly they were unable to move. Even the bells on Green Mittens couldn’t jingle.
After a long time, the day came when the box was opened. Green Mittens looked around. There were many children with expectant faces looking into the box. A smiling lady put her hand in and began to pass out the mittens. At last it was Green Mittens’ turn. His bells jingled happily as he looked into the face of a little boy. Green Mittens felt rough, cold hands slip into his warm wool.
"The boys and girls who sent the mittens must really love us," said the little boy. "I like these mittens and especially the tinkle of the bells."
It was then that Green Mittens began to understand what the lady at the Church meant when she talked to the children about sharing.
