It's a throw-away culture. Our elderly neighbor had moved to a rest home and her son was cleaning
out her house. We saw flashlights in the dark behind our house. Not knowing what was going
on we went over to have a look. Bags of "garbage" were set out along the road for trash pick up.
Another neighbor was sifting through the stuff, so we joined in to have a look at what was
being thrown away. We found some precious old photos,
antique cookie cutters and a beautiful porcelain nativity set.
We rescued it but at first could not find the most important piece, the baby Jesus.
Then I spotted Him! How could I let this piece of beauty be trash?
As I carried it home I wondered how many Christmases it had already helped to celebrate.
That was fifteen years ago. Now it's seen that many Christmases at our house.
There are a few chips here and there, and a couple of broken ears, but we love it.
I can't help but think our elderly neighbor would be
thrilled that another family was enjoying her nativity set.
Guest post by my good friend Jane Smith.
Connecting to Mary's Little Red House for Monday Mosaics.