The Parable of the Creche
A few years ago, my husband and I were in Washington D.C. on business. While he attended meetings during the day, I had the opportunity to tour various local sites. One afternoon I visited Alexandria, Virginia. It was exciting to visit the church where George and Martha Washington attend, see the pew where they sat, and feel the surroundings of that area.
As I walked back through the streets with various shops, I was especially pleased to find a small shop which specialized in nativity sets. I entered and immediately was amazed to find crèches from all over the world. There were soap stone nativities from Africa, olive wood crèches from the Holy Land, coconut crèches from the Polynesian Islands, clay crèches from Central and South America, porcelain nativities from Europe, Native American crèches, and many others.
Some were untouchable, while others were puppets, and especially made for young hands. The one down fall of all, was the cost. I had hoped maybe to add one to our Christmas collection. As I made my way through the store, I noticed a sign in the back of the store which read, “More merchandise upstairs.” As I carefully made my way up the narrow staircase I saw a sign over the nearest room which said, Clearance and mark-downs.
At first I was surprised to see many of the same beautiful and valuable collections from downstairs, in this room. I wondered what scratch or other defect made them end up in the mark down section. As I examined several of the sets trying to determine the flaw, I suddenly realized the common fault. Each set was missing the Christ child. These original valuable sets were virtually worth very little because there was no Christ.
I pondered to myself for a minute and thought, “What would my life be without the Christ child?” “Would it be of little or no value?” Then I realized the obvious. My life is of the greatest value, because I do have Christ. He is my savior, my redeemer, my friend.
Each Christmas when I get out the Nativity sets, I remember this parable and feel grateful for the power and the influence of the precious Babe of Bethlehem in my life.
This Parable was kindly shared with us by our Laurel Advisor and this afternoon we (The Young Womens Presidency) used this parble to base our special Christmas lesson around. It has given me a chance to ponder all that the Christ child has given me as I prepared the lesson. It's effects have been profound. I know that I will never glance at another Nativity set without thinking of this parable and how truly grateful I am to have Christ in my life. May you all remember the meaning of this season and may his spirit be in your lives through out the coming year.
Earning an ice cream cone treat
P.S. The good family picture will post tomorrow, be on the look out!
We can't believe that you are on your way home TODAY! Can two years really have flown by that fast?! We are excited to have you home and are so proud of your dedication to serve a mission. Can't wait to hear all about the people of Argentina.
Which my mom rocked us all at!
The kids watching movies on multiple TVs while the adults play games. 
