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Sunday, December 24, 2017

A Christmas Visitor

Posted by Warren

(Originally posted on "Longrange" for Christmas 2004)

4:00 am 12/24/04

There was a knock on my front door which startled me awake. My dogs were barking which required my dire threats to quieten them as I answered the door.

Maybe you have heard of our weather and the unusually cold temperatures and large amount of snow that has fallen in the last 24 hours. I live just south of Interstate 64 in Southern Indiana and you may have seen the news about the closed Interstate and stranded motorists on the national news.

A man in his early fifties, about my own age, stood at the door. He was wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a field jacket and sock hat. His glasses were frosted and his pale white hands and reddened knuckles gave witness that he wore no gloves.

He told me he was lost and asked for directions to a certain address. I told him that he missed his mark by a mile and a half and asked him where his car was. He said he was walking.

I invited him in and sat a chair for him by the warm air from the furnace vent. He was shivering uncontrollably and a faint whiff of alcohol was on his breath. I asked if I could fix him something to eat but he refused and accepted a hot cup of coffee.

My wife talked to him as he warmed himself and I could hear him speaking as I prepared his fresh coffee.

My son heard his voice and came into the living room to sit and listen, and to watch, just in case.

His story unfolded.

He was homeless, he had been sleeping in a box, under a bridge over the Ohio river, several miles to the West. He had decided that it was too cold and he might freeze to death if he didn't find safe shelter with more than a cardboard box to keep him warm. About midnight, he had left his meager possessions and headed for his sisters home, a mile or so from my own home. He had walked past in the blowing snow and the dark but continued walking. He was lost, confused and probably somewhat drunk. Hypothermia can add confusion to even the sober mind.

As he spoke, I realized that he had mental problems as do many of the homeless.

There are places that provide refuge for the indignant, I'm sure he knew, but they don't accept anyone who is intoxicated, which I'm also sure he knew.

He drank his coffee then asked me if I would drive him to his sisters home. He then offered me two dollars. Of course I refused the money but offered to take him where he wanted to go.

I intended to take measures to see after him and he seemed anxious to leave.

As I drove, he told me that his sister was out of town but he had permission to use her house in an emergency. I was worried that he was just lying for reasons of his own but I was determined to see the thing through, even if I had to call the police to ensure his well-being through this cold weather.

As we drove up to the house, there was a porch light on and smoke coming from the chimney vent. Even so, it was apparent that there was no one home, the snow around the house was undisturbed.

I asked him if he was sure he could get in, he said, "Yes, she (his sister) told me where the key is." He reached out his hand, as if for a hand shake, and when I offered mine, pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it saying, "God bless you".

I was profoundly embarrassed but stayed long enough to see him dig around in the snow and find a key, unlock the door and wave goodbye.

I drove home, my thoughts disturbed, by the events that had taken place.

My wife was relieved as I returned and I started preparing food (very early,) for Christmas Eve. As I cut up fruit for salad and prepared the turkey for baking, my son came up behind me, hugged me and kissing my head, said, "Dad, you did a good thing."

Again, I was embarrassed, not by my son's hug and kiss but by his praise.

It was the right thing to do.

My son told me that he tries to help the homeless ones that hang around his place of employment. We spoke of how little we can actually do for them and I was proud of my son for being a good man and doing the right thing.

As I continued to prepare food for Christmas Eve, my thoughts drifted to a couple seeking shelter in Bethlehem and the birth of the Lamb of the New Covenant, and I felt God's Peace.

May God's Peace and blessings be with you all!
Merry Christmas.


Post Note:

First, please watch "Mary, Did You Know?" as performed by the Pentatonix, an a capella group. I hope that you love it as much as I do:


Thirteen years have passed since I first posted this, and I am always asked to brush the cobwebs off and re-post it for Christmas. I change the post note every year to reflect my personal feelings.

"Mary, Did You Know?" by the Pentatonix has became my favorite Christmas Carol. If you haven't listened to it already, I urge you to put on your headphones or good speakers and have a listen. Maybe below you could tell me your favorite Carol.
There have been a lot of changes in my life the last year, and the Holidays can be a rough time for anyone. If I don't have to work Christmas Eve, I imagine I'll spend it at my son's house, and I've been invited for Christmas dinner at my brother's house with my son and nieces and one other brother and his wife.

Mr & Mrs Aow are my best and closest friends, and it's a shame I can't spend some Christmas time with them in person.

Once again,
Merry Christmas!

If you wish to contact me by Email, you may do so at longrang(at)google.com; it will be forwarded to me.


  1. A beautiful story..wishing everyone a Merry and Blessed Christmas

  2. Bunkerville, and a Merry and Blessed Christmas to you and yours.

  3. Warren,
    Thank you for acceding to my request and posting this.

    This story of yours is every bit as good as some of the stories we consider classics.

    Merry Christmas, Warren!

    If only you could be here with us for a few days to celebrate the birth of Christ the Lord!

    1. Thank you and the Mr, you have done much to brighten my year.

      I wish I could be there.

      Merry Christmas!

  4. May your Christmas sparkle with moments of love, laughter and goodwill and may the year ahead be full of contentment and joy.

  5. Warren, you may know this, but Mary Did You Know was written by Mark Lowry.
    Mark is a great voice who sang with (and clowned around in) the Gaither Band, the Christian Gospel group.
    My sister had back surgery and was in pain. My brother-in-law saw that a comedian was playing at Northridge (a seeker-friendly church that did not advertise itself as a church).
    It was Mark Lowry.
    They went, and answered the altar call.
    My brother-in-law went on to become a deacon and teacher.
    He died of a heart attack while attending a pro-life rally.
    They may not have known Jesus if not for the author of Mary Did You Know.

  6. No Ed, I didn't know. Last year I became aware of the "Pentatonics" and while listening to their music, I ran across this version of "Mary Did You Know". I find it very compelling for a number of reasons. My pro-life stance is one of them.

    Merry Christmas to you and yours!


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