Mountainwings

I recieve Moutainwings in my email box daily.
Mountainwings is a daily dose of Christian love!
Below is some background and below that is the email I got today.
Keep Christ in Christmas!

Who writes MountainWings and what is the history of MountainWings?
The main editor and writer is that Pastor, Nathaniel Bronner along with his brother Rev. James Bronner. All MountainWings Originals unless otherwise indicated are written by Nathaniel Bronner or James Bronner. Nathaniel Bronner’s book, Quick Fasting, www.quickfasting.com, which includes his bio, is available for all to read on the web. Others on the staff of The ARK of Salvation, www.theonlineword.com contribute issues and many submissions are sent by the subscribers of MountainWings. You can read the history of MountainWings here

http://www.mountainwings.com/past/1246.htm

Is MountainWings religious
We try to make MountainWings beneficial for all. Everyone, no matter what their religion, faces similar problems and hurdles in life. MountainWings tries to lift ALL people with stories, jokes, and situations that are common to all. There are universal truths that apply to everyone just as mountains and wings apply to all. MountainWings should help you if you are human (not applicable to aliens). You see, MountainWings even has humor in answering your questions.

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Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful
experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations -
extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even
overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an
exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been
memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't
have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the
production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with
his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the
morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that
evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas
seemed happy with the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes
early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down.
Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering
to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the
room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-
legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to
perform their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to
the Holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than
fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus,
snowflakes and good cheer.
So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was
slightly taken aback by its bold title.
Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in
fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their
heads. Those in the front row- center stage - held up large
letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As
the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold
up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until
each child holding up his portion had presented the complete
message,
"CHRISTMAS LOVE."

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed
her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter
"M" upside down totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a
"W". The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this
little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at
her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".

Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the
laughter Continued until the last letter was raised, and we all
saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began
to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were
there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why
even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud
and clear:
"CHRIST WAS LOVE"
And, I believe, He still is.

~Author Unknown~