December 29, 2018

Annette from Texas shared a funny Christmas memory that’s taken on serious meaning over the years. 

Around the time she and her twin sister were teenagers in Pascagoula, Mississippi, in the late ‘50s, a tradition started in their small Baptist church to create a living Nativity scene.  Members would dress up as all the characters of the Nativity, so that cars could drive by in reverence and awe and see the Christmas story in 3D.  It took months of work, part of which was coaching teenagers on how to “be still and know God.” 

They never could teach the live animals to be still, so it could be pretty nerve-wracking, trying to stand motionless next to a live camel or goat with ideas of its own. 

Annette was given a very special role.  She wrote:

“I was the angel on high – 20 feet high to be exact…When the angel climbed rickety, dark stairs at the back of the makeshift manger stall, the act itself took such fortitude and perseverance that the spotlight on her was snuffed every 15 minutes and a new angel would appear as fast as she could safely make that climb.

I prayed for all I was worth: not to fall, not to faint, and not to freeze to death…a few blocks from the Gulf, we never knew if we would have freezing cold or temps so hot at Christmas we could have worn bikinis under our angel attire – IF that would not have been a sin…But I digress. We were told that angels could not move a muscle. Even if the nose itched (or some other place), or if we felt a sneeze coming on, we HAD to remain perfectly still...Being 20 feet off the ground with arms outstretched for 15 minutes and a thin wooden support-cross hidden behind me in my white robe, I couldn't help but know—or pray for—God's presence.”

Annette said she didn’t remember having any epiphanies back then.  But time and again over the years, when she needed guidance or to trust that things would work out, or to know that stillness can bring a peace that passes all understanding, she’s thought back to what she learned from her scary job, dangling over the Nativity Scene.  As she put it:

“God reveals himself to us in His son through His Holy Spirit.  And I don’t need angel wings or a halo to fly to His presence.  Just that hidden cross of support.”


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  • Mary Lynn Cox

    01/03/2019 12:31 PM

    Thank you for these stories. There is definitely something to be said for being still long enough for God to get our attention. "Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!" 2 Corinthians 9:15 JESUS IS THE WAY!

  • Larry K Kirk

    01/01/2019 06:17 PM

    You have done us a great favor by posting these stories! Thank You Sir.
    Yes, I have a copy of the book which was purchased when you released it. But I do not recall these stories.
    Lead on Governor. We need and appreciate your take on the news.
    Harrison AR

  • tom jeffs

    12/31/2018 08:39 AM

    FED CHAIR HERMAN CAIN - - - - - - -

    WE NEED HIM NOW ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • Victoria Menna-Perez

    12/31/2018 12:57 AM

    What a wonderful story that Annette shared. Thank you.


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  • Firewagon

    12/30/2018 01:27 PM

    "And the Angel said to them, Fear not, for behold I bring good tidings of great joy, which is to all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord!" Luke 2:10-11 Before our 'eager beavers' started flinging the wrapping paper off of their gifts, I attempted this short reminder for Whom this (Christmas) day was to honor....

  • Thomas E Sharp

    12/30/2018 11:19 AM

    God truly works miracles in mysterious ways, every day.
    May God continue to bless you, Governor, and all your family for years to come.

  • Anne Fernandes

    12/30/2018 09:48 AM

    I love this encouragement!!!

  • John Campbell

    12/30/2018 09:23 AM

    My Christmas story! I am a Catholic and so fortunate to be Living in America... God Bless you, and your family, and President Trump & his family. The Campbell family