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Show V I i MERRYCHRISTMAS EVERYONE 'kick'kitic'k'klck'k'k'k'k'k'k'k'k'k'k'k'k'ick'k'klck'k'kit'trkick'k'kick'tcfick'kicick The UBIuaiB , p Independent a Dedicated To Tne Constitution, Uberty, Morqirty, and 'iSkb Vol. 6 No. 52 Peace on Earth, Good tl Truth 25C tV Will December 25, 1975 Toward Men Christmas A Boys Christmas Prayer Let us pray that the good that lies in every man's heart day by day be magnified: that strength and courage abundant be given to all who work for a world reason of and , V M, y Discovery x '"T 5V-W . When my son Larry was six. I drove him through the eity showing him dozens of Santas, explaining that they under- were standing; that men will come to see more clearly not that which divides them, but that which unites them: that the true spirit of this Christmas Season its and its its hope, joy, beauty, above all its abiding faith may. live among us: that the blessings of peace be ours -the peace to build and grow, to live in harmony and sympathy with others, and to plan for the future with confidence. raising funds for the poor or they were on the payrolls of department stores to attract and amuse children. - Then I told him the meaning of Christmas as 1 understood Christmas to let God know that we believe. Larry soberly accepted my explanation. But as Christmas approached, the joy seemed to have gone out of him. Deep down I sensed there had been something been proudly helping her mother in small kitchen duties. When all was done, the mother looked down at her child, with the love-light in her eyes, and with a kiss gave words of commend- ation. Then the child, looking up into her mother's eyes said softly, Mother, do you missing in my Second Class Postage PM at VI M r-- 1 cu Cl) x I CM H ft D cr. U XT CO t.l r. 32 o 3 H M n w t- - K Jc u 4 : m i n s: d C5 explain thaj aisle. m U tO ng our church; 1 placed Larry next to me to hold him in case he fell asleep. The service had just begun when I felt him tug at my sleeve. 1 followed his gaze across the 57 Oakland Avenue Salt Lake City, Utah 84115 n; well-meani- Santa was not the essence of Christ mas. On Christmas live our family went to the service at bdhbmbbbbb&bi UTAH INDEPENDENT co to attempt Continued on page 4 t- We God and that Jesus was His son. We go to church at A small girl of seven had tt c - it. celebrate Christmas, I said, in honor of Jesus, who was born on that day, and we exchange gifts with people we love just as the Three Wise Men brought gifts to the Baby Jesus. Celebrating Christmas is a way of showing that we believe in Smiling For Love Salt lake City, Utah either volunteers Have yourself a Merry, Merry Christmas. In this the Lord's year of 1975. And after this, how many more? One? Two? Or will we change our lifestyle completely and permanently? As 1 reflect over the last couple of years 1 can hardly believe the change in the thinkingof the people. Why, some of the most intelligent of people are thinking some of the most fantastic of thoughts. One man I know and respect actually believes the Second Coming to be withing ten to fifteen years. If this cou Id be true, imagine what is to happen between now and then. It is said thattbefiospe!mut .be brought to all lands before this happens. How about the iron curtain" countries? Well, Hungary has just let down the bars to the worship of the Lord. All Citizens six years of age or older are now allowed to not only worship but to study religion. Can this be the first domino? First Hungary and Poland, then the Czechs and East Gbrmans, and soon, in the name of detente. Russia herself. Who knows? It is also said that A prophet is without honor in his own country. There are still a few people who think me a nut, but my, what a difference between now and, say, s an re o KrJw rc UIW TnK tan UWII WUJT U4 SVU J VU d more friends, more satisfaction and more justification in the fact that 1 could hear, and listened to. that soft quiet voice, which has guided my path for the last fifteen years. Have a Merry, Merry Christmas. God bless everyone, especially the incapacitated, the. lonely and those in need of a guiding hand. And, God bless my wonderful wife, Florence, without whom none of my work would have been possible. By Bob Salter There knelt an old man, his checks flushed from the cold night, his white beard still glit te r with snowflakes. Protruding from under his heavy overcoat were red pantaloons, tucked into shing black boots. Dangling from his pocket was a red cap, complete with a big white tassel. His head was bowed, his eyes' were closed, his lips moved in a prayer. was about to lean over and give my explanation to Larry, but before I could speak, Larry looked up, and 1 his expression of enraptured triumph silenced me. he Se'e, Daddy, Santa Claus whispered, believes, too! - Charles E. Lesperance |