Jesus, Hope to the world.

Psalm 72:12-13 For he will deliver the needy who cry out, the afflicted who have no one to help. He will take pity on the weak and the needy and save the needy from death.

Colossians 1:27 To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Its sad to think that for many people Christmas means nothing more than parties, decorations, holidays and time off work. I see more to this time of year; its a blessed reminder of the birth of Jesus Christ. My hope is founded in this baby; a baby that was born to save mankind. My hope in him is real.

In reality though, its difficult for many people to find hope. We live in a misplaced world of social injustice, crime, poverty, homelessness, unemployment, disease, pain and loneliness. Jesus means hope to all mankind, but we have to grasp the promises of God and take them to the world whether it be across the road or a across the ocean.

When you find Jesus, you find hope, and theres no false hope in Jesus. Its not a fanciful fairy tale wishing for a happy ending. We as Christians need to spread hope; not just by preaching The Word but by doing The Word. Millions of people do not even know Christmas is just around the corner, or what the fuss is about. Many people dont know where their next meal will come from, and wouldnt know what turkey and Christmas pudding is. They dont see any hope. They see nothing but despair…

As Christians, we are supposed to be the hands and feet of Jesus. As His hands and feet, we are to serve Him by serving others. Christmas is a renewal of hope. It reconfirms for us the revelation that Jesus is the reason for this season. It was settled long ago, so we don’t have to doubt. Jesus is the fulfillment of our hope; our deepest longings come true.

Lord, let your hope and joy radiate through us. Help us to embrace the hope we have in you and share it with those less fortunate than ourselves, whether it be spiritually, emotionally or by using our hands and feet for your glory. Amen.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

Dont Waste Those Christmas Cards

We sing our Christmas carols
and pray our saintly prayers
We decorate our Christmas trees
and share our Christmas cheer.

We are tempted to dispute,
a waste on Christmas cards
Buy a ten-for-a-dollar pack
and write some worthless words.

Do we ever take the time
to choose a better card?
Do we really want a Santa
who drives a flying sleigh?

Theres something more to Christmas
than dashing through the snow
A message of the new-born King,
is what I want to see.

Scenes of Mary and her child
with shepherds kneeling near
Angels in the realms of glory,
announcing Jesus birth.

Do you see the Christmas star
reflect against the sky?
Those tiny specks of glitter dust
bring gladness to my heart.

Treasures of the Saviours birth
displayed upon each card
To decorate our mantle shelf
and hung in every room.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
three very special gifts
Each to honour the new-born King,
asleep within a stable.

I want to share the joy I feel,
with every card like this
Each one affirms our Fathers gift
and hope to all mankind.

So precious is our Savours birth,
we need to spread the news
Its time we took a stand
and share Him with the world.

Take some time to choose a card
its really not that hard
Perhaps you could design your own,
but make it from your heart.

Come; lets rejoice in His birth,
spread the news, Christ is born
Choose a card that declares the truth;
dont waste those Christmas cards.

穢 Chrissy Siggee


Fifteen Tarnished Christmas Bells

David took a deep breath. The musty smells of the old town hall made his nose itch. This place still reminded him of community gatherings, nativity plays or combined Easter services. An old plastic Christmas tree leaned against the wall; bent over and covered in cobwebs. He pushed aside the sagging stage curtain and touched one of the fifteen tarnished Christmas bells which hung in a neat row. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the familiar sounds. All he heard was the squeak of the front door.

Mrs Jessop, good to see you. Whats it been…?

Twelve months, she groaned. The old woman placed her scarf and handbag on a nearby table. Where is everyone? I want to be home early tonight.

Well, Teresa married in January and moved to the coast. Donald wont be here you knew his wife died from cancer a few weeks ago?

Yes, I read the funeral notice in the obituaries but I was too busy to go.

David was about to continue when a soprano rendition of Hark the Herald Angels Sing echoed in the empty hall. He turned toward the door and laughed as his star performer approached. The girls chubby face reflected enthusiasm which oozed from her.

Meredith, you look um… colourful… as usual. He stepped back and gazed at her peculiar outfit.

Mrs Jessop stood with her hands on her hips. Her head moved slowly from side to side. I hope were not dressing in florescent angel costumes this year to sing Angels in the Realms of Glory.

Meredith giggled. Its been a fabulous year David. I earned an art scholarship in London. Her eyes sparkled. I have always wanted to work in London. Perhaps this will be my big chance.

The side door swung open and a middle-aged woman entered as she spoke. David, I cant believe its that time of year again. She smiled and offered a hug. John wont be coming. Hes still away at army training.

Mrs Jessop frowned. Well, well. That was a bit inconsiderate of your son, Joan. He could have at least waited until after carolling season before he joined the Army. With another shake of her head she slumped heavily into a chair.

Almost simultaneously, two other choir members burst into the hall through the front and side entries. The commotion rose with reminiscing and laughter which now seem to brighten the dreary hall.

David glanced at his watch and whistled. Okay everyone, you know the routine. Well have three practices before we start carolling. Lets begin tonight with Merediths choice, Hark the Herald Angels Sing. He paused as the choir members took their places in a curved line, shuffling closer to fill gaps where others had once stood. David cleared his throat. Its sad to think that if we go on like this, within a few years our towns carolling group will no longer exist.

Smiles disappeared and expressions became solemn. Whispers betrayed their thoughts.

Joan, one of the older group members, broke the quiet chatter. Oh please, dont say that David.

He straightened and coughed. Well lets not spoil our practice. Maybe we can have a meeting some time and do some recruiting for next year.

Mrs Jessop made a throaty gruff noise. Oh, but we cant have strangers singing carols with us.

Why not? Merediths face flushed.

Well… because…

David tapped his baton on his music stand. Twelve years ago, we began with fifteen carollers. We all knew each other like family and regardless of which church we attended, we visited each other during the year. We shared each others joys and sorrows. He sighed heavily. When was the last time we commenced our annual carolling practice with a party or polished our bells?

Meredith sat on the floor and crossed her legs; her head in her hands. The line dispersed. Joans husband Rolf, brought a chair over so Joan could sit.

So, its come to this? Mrs Jessop sighed.

The hall grew silent. The only sound was the occasional creaking of the rafters and the wood-rotted door rattling with the slightest breeze.

I still want to sing Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Meredith whispered.

David tapped his baton again. OK, lets sing our best this year. Well polish our bells and let the whole town know that we want carolling to continue. Lets announce the birth of Jesus like we haven’t done before.

A gentle white snow began to fall outside and the words Hark the Herald Angels Sing echoed in the old town hall and throughout their little town.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Beyond the Veil

Nothing appeared real. I embraced the moment and took in the scene before me. Was this the beginning, or the end? It didnt seem to matter. I felt at peace.

I was surrounded in a mysterious whiteness. There was a curious sensation of weightlessness like drifting on a summer cloud. I heard singing. I heard music, and beyond the sheer white veil before me, hands stretched out to me.

Come, a voice called.

I reached out and separated the white from white. Who are you? I whispered.

Come, the voice called again. It was a gentle voice, yet powerful and alluring.

I drifted through the mist and looked around. The image lingered. Lord?

Again, I heard His voice. Come. This time the image approached; hands still outstretched. Our fingers touched.

Come, my child. I love you, and I have plans for you.

Lord, show me your will for me. Im lost without you. Im lost in my confusion. Show me what I need to do. Tell me how to cope. I need you Lord.

Take my hand and trust me. Your heart is troubled my child. Why do you doubt? Your confusion will melt away; just like this vision. Only trust and obey. Go back. I have made you for a purpose, and this has not yet been fulfilled.

In an instant the white veil appeared before me again. We had turned full circle. The white on white image of my Lord blended slowly into the mist. I will trust you, I whispered into the air. The veil parted. I stepped out and drifted away.

My eyes were heavy and the sound of muffled voices invaded the peace. Something forced my left eye open and a bright light flashed.

Sally. Sally. Can you hear me? The voice became clearer. Im Doctor Sherman. Can you squeeze my hand?

I squeezed his hand.

Good girl. You scared us there for a while, the doctor responded.

Where am I? What happened?

I squinted at the torchlight in my right eye.

A nurse checked my pulse. Youre in hospital. Its been a long night. We thought we had lost you. Where have you been?

Where have I been indeed, I thought. But instead I asked, How did I get here?

Doctor Sherman sat on the side of the bed. You collapsed in your garden. Your daughter found you. She wasnt sure how long you had been unconscious. She called 000, and here you are. It was a minor heart attack but tests have shown little damage. We dont believe it was serious. Well run some more tests today and get a Cardiologist to visit you when we have the final results. You should be right to go home tomorrow if everything is okay.

I stared at the doctor and then at the nurse. I wasnt even sure how long I was staring. Can I see my daughter, please? I finally asked.

A few moments later Sheena, my precious only daughter, stood beside the bed holding my hand. You scared me half to death Mum.

Im sorry and Im sorry too that I havent been the kind of mother I should be. I色

Its not you that needs to apologize. You were right. John is bad news. Our relationship was wrong. Can I please come home? I need you to help me get back on track. Sheena lowered her head and sobbed.

Sheena, I love you and always will. I think we have some work to do on our relationship, and I have a feeling we wont be doing it on our own.

Sheena looked into my eyes. Tears ran down her face and tilted her head. Who?

Tears stung my eyes. Lets talk about it when we get home. In the meantime, I need some sleep. Please stay. Id like to have you here after my tests. Holding Sheenas hand in mine, I closed my eyes to seek a glimpse of white on white beyond the veil. Thank you Lord.

 穢 Chrissy Siggee 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. – Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)

Ah yes its one of those let go and let God verses. It takes on a new meaning when we learn to rest and let Him work on our behalf. We need to trust God in all our circumstances and wait expectantly for the peace that follows.

I think sometimes we pray for God to help us, to lead us, then we walk away trying to do things one our own just as we did before we went to the Father. We need to rest in knowing He is in control even if its not an instant answer.

I read once in a daily devotional book by Susie Larson that God doesnt make things nice, He makes things new. How right she is. Thank you, Susie, I needed to read that.

Resting in God is the key to let Him do what He has planned. Dont take the burden back up and carry it around with you when you have left it with the Father.

Father, thank you that when Im weary and burdened down with circumstances in life that I can come to you in pray and lean on you. Help me to rest in you know you will make all things new. Amen

Chrissy Siggee 2019

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

Christian Reads

Hope in the City

DELIVERED  – A Peculiar People Collaboration

Amongst the group of writers I can claim to have written just one chapter but yes, I wrote Chapter four.

320_4654160An immigrant and her young daughter, struggling to reach their dream地 special needs child, searching for hope地 newly released ex-con, seeking forgiveness. They have one thing in commontheyre about to be touched by God in a way they never imagined. All through a simple postcard. Brought up in a strict Muslim home in London, Sulafa has recently experienced the transforming power of Jesus Christ. Now, despite fear of discovery and its consequences, she knows she has to spread the good news. In an act of bravery, she sends out postcards with a single message: Let me pray for you. Her simple request impacts lives and brings hope in the midst of hopelessness.

The second of many anticipated books from Peculiar People, Delivered is a collection of short stories that intertwine to deliver a single message. It is the work of twenty-five authors with one united voice, proclaiming the power of God to transform lives and His ability to do the miraculous in the most ordinary of circumstances.

Amongst the group of writers I can claim to have written just one chapter but yes, I wrote Chapter four.

Chapter Four

Hope in the City – by Chrissy Siggee

Seventeen year old Sarah stepped down from the train and looked around. Haunted eyes stared out from a gaunt face. She looked around to gather her bearings. Commuters pushed and shoved their way past, almost causing her to stumble under the heaviness of her backpack. The warped wheels of her worn suitcase flip flopped behind her as she followed the crowd. Shed come to Sydney for a new life. No one here knew of her former years, which she wanted to forget…

from the book:  DELIVERED  – A Peculiar People Collaboration

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The tall young man shivered as he stood on the porch of his winter cabin that overlooked Lake Spokane, his coat unbuttoned and its hood pushed back. Tears trickled down his face. He wondered briefly if they would freeze before reaching his chin. But he didnt care.

Stephen, Keith spoke from the opened door. You cant stay out here much longer. Youre icing up.

Stephen stood staring out over the white frosted landscape that gave little hint of where water and land met. Silent sobs racked his body.

Getting frost bite wont bring her back, Keith persisted.

No, Stephen gulped. But its where I want to be. I feel close to her here.

Bethany wouldnt be standing out here in this weather.

Bethany should have BEEN here, Stephen replied coldly.

Standing now beside his grief stricken brother, Keith looked over the familiar scenery before them. Past winters with his father and Stephen played before him like icy shadows skipping over the whiteness. They loved winter, the snow, and their hunting vacations. After their father had died eight years earlier, Keith and Stephen continued their annual trips together for another three years守ntil they both married. The brothers vacations ceased, but Stephen and Bethany still came every winter. Keiths wife, Angela, preferred to spend winter in warmer climate so Keith had given his inherited share of the cabin to Stephen and his adventurous wife as a wedding gift.

Of all the things we did together: skiing, mountain climbing, shooting trips, scuba diving… Stephen swallowed. Who would have predicted a tree would fall on her car while she waited at a stop sign.

Stephen, youre freezing.

Its my heart thats chilled.

Keith reached for his brothers arm, guided him out of the bitter wind toward his fathers old rocking chair and made him sit. Snap out of it, Stephen. Its a relief to see you mourn…heaven knows I thought you would never let yourself grieve, but this is ridiculous. Youre chilled to the bone. I want to take you home alive; not in a coffin after you die from pneumonia.

Im already dead inside.

Keith sighed. Well, from the look of those frozen eyebrows and blue lips, it wont be long before the outside of you will catch up with your inside.

Stephen continued to stare beyond the porch. I cant live without her. His voice faltered. Why did she have to die? With his face contorted, a single sob broke loose.

I cant answer that.

Silence fell between them, disturbed only by the howl of the wind and Stephens sniffles.

Stephen didnt budge. Melted snow dripped from his hair and mingled with his tears.

‘Do you recall the winter Dad had an encounter with a bear? Keith said suddenly.

Stephen turned his head slowly to look at Keith.

Keith laughed. Remember? It was his turn to chop and he whined all the way out to the wood pile.

He was chopping wood for almost fifteen minutes before he realized that a bear had been watching him from just ten feet away’, Stephen added, trying to focus on the memory.

Keith smiled. Yeah, and we watched from the window and laughed when that big old bear chased him all the way back to the cabin.

And none of us could understand why Dad wasnt attacked, Stephen finished.

We didnt foresee Dads heart attack three years later either. He was fitter than me and you put together. Keith brushed ice from his younger brothers coat. We may never know why these things happen, but God does have everything in His hands.

Are you preaching to me, Big Brother?

Nope, just reminding you of what you already know. He paused. Stephen, dont let your heart stay chilled for long. The whole of you needs to find warmth in those who love you. Keith had finally gained Stephens attention. Angela and I have been worried about you. Bethanys parents are hurting too, and from what I understand, you havent spoken to them since the funeral. By the look of things, you havent done much talking with God either. We cant bring Bethany back, and no one can help you while your heart is so cold.

Stephen took a deep breath. Ill try. But how?

Youre thawing. Thats a start.

Melted snow began to seep through the front of Stephens flannel shirt. He shivered. It is rather chilly out here. Isnt it?

Keith grinned. You could also try and enjoy this winter圩or Bethany.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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