Will Fish
In 1994 two Americans answered an invitation from the
Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical
principles) in the public schools. They were invited to teach at prisons,
businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage. About 100
boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused, and left in the care of a
government-run program were in the orphanage. They relate the following story
in their own words:
It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our
orphans to hear for the first time the traditional story of Christmas. We told
them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem. Finding no room in the inn,
the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a
manger. Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement
as they listened. Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every
word.
Completing the story, we gave the children three small
pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger. Each child was given a small paper
square cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me. No colored paper was
available in the city.
Following instructions, the children tore the paper and
carefully laid strips in the manger for straw. Small squares of flannel, cut
from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left
Russia, were used for the baby’s blanket. A doll-like baby was cut from tan
felt we had brought from the United States.
The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked
among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one
table where little Misha sat—he looked to be about six years old and had
finished his project. As I looked at the little boy’s manger, I was startled to
see not one, but two babies in the manger.
Quickly I called for the translator to ask the lad why there
were two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at
his completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously.
For such a young boy who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related
the happenings accurately—until he came to the part where Mary put the baby
Jesus in the manger.
Then Misha started to ad lib. He made up his own ending to
the story as he said, “And when Mary laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked
at me and asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I have no mamma and I
have no papa, so I don’t have any place to stay. Then Jesus told me I could
stay with him. But I told him I couldn’t, because I didn’t have a gift to give
him like everybody else did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much so I
thought maybe if I kept him warm that would be a good gift. So I asked Jesus,
“If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?” And Jesus told me, “If
you keep me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave me.” So I got
into the manger and then Jesus looked at me and told me I could stay with him—for
always.”
As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of
tears that splashed down his little cheeks. Putting his hand over his face, his
head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The
little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone
who would stay with him—for always.
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