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It\u2019s Christmastime again! Everywhere you look there are festively decorated store windows, Christmas commercials about joyful family gatherings, and music that floods us with memories of long ago holidays. Yet for many folks, there is also the longing for yesterday that this season can create. Vacant places at the table where deceased loved ones once sat, or maybe an empty table resulting from a family that\u2019s been broken, or just grown and moved away.<\/p>\n
There is also the financial burden for economically struggling individuals not knowing how they will make ends meet, let alone having anything left over for their children\u2019s Christmas list. After all, children don\u2019t understand that their circumstances are not conducive for a visit from Santa.<\/p>\n
My late friend Liesl Sondheimer asked me for my help in sharing her own miracle of holiday provision, but for her it was a Hanukkah miracle. To explain, sometimes the two religious celebrations intersect, as they must have that December almost 75 years ago. Liesl was a Jewish Holocaust survivor who lived in Lima, Ohio for six decades. After fleeing from Germany in 1938, the Jewish immigrant began life anew, but most of her extended family perished.<\/p>\n
It was a decade ago, when Liesl\u2019s 97-year-old arthritic hands prevented her from writing![\"photo](\"http:\/\/christinaryanclaypool.com\/blog1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/photo-13-150x200.jpg\")
the inspiring story herself, so I typed it down while she dictated. The small of stature, silver-haired survivor began, \u201c\u2026Although my husband was a physician in Germany, we were forced to flee from our home to seek refuge in the United States because of the rise of the Hitler regime. We recently had arrived in this country from Nazi Germany. At the entrance of the dilapidated apartment building that was to become our home, my two little girls asked, \u2018Will we get any Hanukkah gifts this year?\u2019 I had to tell them there was no money for gifts when we were not able to even provide for the most necessary things.<\/p>\n
\u201cOn Christmas Eve, there was a knock at the door,\u201d Liesl continued. \u201cThe janitor handed me packages with clothing and toys for the children, food, and a little Christmas tree. Asking who the kind donors were, the janitor would only tell me some people had overheard our conversation and did not want the children to go without gifts this holiday season. They did not even want us to know their names.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow blessed it is to give, so much easier than to receive,\u201d concluded the elderly Jewish lady. \u201cMy financial circumstances improved and I was able to be able to be on the giving side the rest of my life. However, I will never forget how wonderful it was to receive goods, warmth, love and encouragement while struggling in poverty. It keeps up one\u2019s faith in the goodness of man.\u201d<\/p>\n
As I typed the account of the long-ago random act of kindness, it was Liesl\u2019s assertion of her steadfast faith in the \u201cgoodness of man,\u201d that has always intrigued me. Especially, since Mrs. Sondheimer\u2019s words echoed that of the 18th<\/sup> century German poet Goethe whom she deeply admired, \u201cNoble be man, merciful and good.\u201d<\/p>\n The compassion of other human beings is something that most of us desperately need to be reminded of right now. With nightly news broadcasting horrific features about the cruelty of individuals involved in terrorist attacks, school shootings, and ongoing racial tension in metropolitan areas, we can forget about all the giving folks trying to make the world a better place.<\/p>\n Mrs. Sondheimer refused to allow her once painful circumstances to make her bitter. Rather, she chose to celebrate the memory of a holiday miracle when her family was cared for by strangers. It might help to remember that the reason for the season was never about festively wrapped gifts anyway, but about a baby born in a humble Bethlehem stable offering mankind the gift of God\u2019s love. In closing, Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year to all!<\/p>\n It\u2019s Christmastime again! Everywhere you look there are festively decorated store windows, Christmas commercials about joyful family gatherings, and music that floods us with memories of long ago holidays. Yet for many folks, there is also the longing for yesterday … Continue reading ![\"Christmas](\"http:\/\/christinaryanclaypool.com\/blog1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Christmas-Tree-2015-150x200.jpg\")
Besides, at Christmastime, we frequently witness the very best in people. The countless law enforcement officers making sure local kids have gifts to open; the churchgoers everywhere who collect thousands of shoeboxes filled with little blessings for impoverished children overseas; the service clubs, ministries, and organizations working diligently to fill the gap for parents through local programs or through Angel Tree and Toys for Tots; the Salvation Army volunteer bell ringers grateful for each dollar donated; the school personnel and families secretly giving to those in need among them; and the list goes on and on.<\/p>\n![\"Christina](\"http:\/\/christinaryanclaypool.com\/blog1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Christina-alone-150x200.jpg\")
Christina Ryan Claypool is an Amy-award winning journalist and inspirational speaker. Contact her through her Website at www.christinaryanclaypool.com<\/span><\/a> <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"