The most magical time of the year,
is when we have the opportunity to celebrate the Savior's Birth.
Before J and I got married, I decided to save up my precious pennies and buy us tickets to A Christmas Carol, so we could see it in live theater. It has become a tradition since I was in grade nine to see it live. It was just a tradition that brought the real spirit of Christmas and I am grateful that during Thomas S Monson' testimony during this year's Christmas Devotional he talks about the stories that bring the true meaning of Christmas to our hearts and this is a story that does just that.
J and I again saved up our precious pennies to go to A Christmas Carol here in Edmonton and it was amazing. We had wanted so badly to go last year but on a student budget and J only getting paid 10$ an hour money was extremely tight and the gifts we gave each other meant the world because we knew how much each of us had worked for the presents we gave each other. I remember how we had opened presents at my parents' house and J pulled a box at the very end. A box that J had worked hard to save up a little bit of extra money to buy me winter boots. Last year it had stormed so bad in Edmonton that the snow was high all winter long. Christmas was really a white Christmas and snow was everywhere. My boots that I had were Uggs that I had worn for three years and had sprung a huge hole but we were poor, so poor that we didn't have extra money to buy boots. We bought winter gear at the dollar store. I remember each day that I trudged out in the winter snow I would wear two pairs of socks and take an extra pair with me to change into at school because my feet would be cold and wet by the time I got there. So opening a box with boots that weren't expensive but new and would keep my feet warm had me in tears and I cried knowing how hard J had worked to save up some extra money to buy me these special boots. I wear them daily when fall and winter hits and everyday I put them on it reminds me of the sacrifice that mr hubbins did so lovingly for me.
A Citadel Christmas Carol
So with J securing a better paying job and finding out tickets were only 20 or 40 dollars each instead of the 90 to 120 we decided to go. A decision we both are so grateful that we made. The Citadel theater is not like the theater of calgary where there is balconies and more balconies. CItadel theater is small and cozy, and shaped in a U. We sat on the right hand of the stage 3 levels up so we were very close. I was so grateful that A Christmas Carol here has not removed what the true purpose of Christmas is which the spirit of Christ. The play had actual Christmas songs and on the way out we were farewelled by a Merry Christmas not a happy holidays. Christ will always live true in our hearts no matter how much society tries to pretend that he does not exist. I am grateful for a loving Saviour.
On a side note, I have a youtube account where I favorite church music that I find so I can play it when I am feeling like listening to music. Recently I have been getting many messages about my devotion to Jesus Christ and if I truly feel like with living the way I am I would return to heaven and just wanted to share a simple message that I sent back to one of the messages I was sent.
I believe with all my heart and soul that Jesus Christ is the Saviour of the world and came to earth so that he could succor his people. He not only atoned for our sins but for every emotion that we have felt here on this earth. He set the example so that we could get back to live with our Father in Heaven again and I know without a doubt that He will come again to earth and still lives today. I am grateful for my involvement with the Latter-day Saints because I know I am a Child of God, why I have come to this earth and where I am going. I know that President Monson is the prophet on the earth today and that he has the keys to the priesthood which is God's power here on earth. I know that the members of the church will never be perfect but God's teaching are and I will live with him again as I follow what I am being taught.
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