From Riches to Rags
How ’bout if the fairy tale read like this instead:
“Once upon a time, there lived a happy young girl. Happy she was for she had married a Prince and her mother-in-law loved her one big bit. All the nice things, kind thoughts and loving touches were for her and her alone. Beautiful dresses, exotic shoes, hand-stitched shawls, delicious food, lovely dishes, comfy beds, as well as every palace comfort. And she never had to lift a hand to work; her servants performed her every bidding.
Then one day, rags arrived at the palace. A Bar-Mitzvah was to be held in one of the Housing Projects in the town’s most notorious slum. Suddenly, something amazing happened. In her palatial dining hall, where she was sitting all by herself, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared.
The fairy said, ‘The wind blew me your sighs. I know you would love to go into the slum and attend the Bar-Mitzvah. And so you shall.’ Then with a flick of her magic wand, Cinderella found herself wearing the dirtiest and most ragged dress, the ugliest ever seen in the realm. So Cinderella went and lived unhappily ever after.”
This story may not be that far-fetched from the one that was no fairy tale, when the Son of God left the riches of Heaven to live in the “slums” of earth. Please come to our Candlelight Christmas Eve service on Thursday,
Dec. 24th at 7pm to hear “The Rest of the Story”.
