A Story: October 5, 2016

On Sabbatical I went to Bethlehem in hopes of finding a Nativity Set for my parents. Two Christmases ago my dad accidentally broke a ceramic set that our Great Uncle Paul painted. It was a family heirloom that was actually intended for me one day.

To mend the wound, I needed to find something special and discovered a beautiful little shop in Bethlehem near the Church of the Nativity. Hand carved olive wood figures set in a gorgeous olive wood creche. And though it was a little pricey, I got the set I knew was meant for my family and asked Jack, the shopkeeper, to ship it to my parents in America, please.

The box arrived from Bethlehem a few days ago! Through tears and relief my parents told me it has given them peace. Apparently they want to keep it out year round and have already begun to show it proudly to anyone who comes to the house. Sometimes it’s the little things that can bring great joy.