December 14, 2014
Dear Family :)
Thank you for the packages that you sent us! We started the 12 days of
christmas with elder afualo. Funny thing is that we had transfers last night
(suprising) and...Elder afualo and I broke up. We are no longer zone leaders
togther he is going down to the south of Guam (merizo) and I'll still be here
with my new companion Elder Matalolo. He is also samoan speaks pohnpeian and
loves football and rugby. He's been out for a little over a year now and I'm
very excited to be working with him.
I remembered that this is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE stories to read
around Christmas time and thought I'd share it with everyone…
“Years ago there was a little one-room schoolhouse in the mountains of
Virginia where the boys were so rough that no teacher had been able to handle
them.
“A young, inexperienced teacher applied, and the old director scanned
him and asked: ‘Young fellow, do you know that you are asking for an awful
beating? Every teacher that we have had here for years has had to take one.’
“‘I will risk it,’ he replied.
“The first day of school came, and the teacher appeared for duty. One
big fellow named Tom whispered: ‘I won’t need any help with this one. I can
lick him myself.’
“The teacher said, ‘Good morning, boys, we have come to conduct
school.’ They yelled and made fun at the top of their voices. ‘Now, I want a
good school, but I confess that I do not know how unless you help me. Suppose
we have a few rules. You tell me, and I will write them on the blackboard.’
“One fellow yelled, ‘No stealing!’ Another yelled, ‘On time.’ Finally,
ten rules appeared on the blackboard.
“‘Now,’ said the teacher, ‘a law is not good unless there is a penalty
attached. What shall we do with one who breaks the rules?’
“‘Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,’ came the
response from the class.
“‘That is pretty severe, boys. Are you sure that you are ready to stand
by it?’ Another yelled, ‘I second the motion,’ and the teacher said, ‘All
right, we will live by them! Class, come to order!’
“In a day or so, ‘Big Tom’ found that his lunch had been stolen. The
thief was located—a little hungry fellow, about ten years old. ‘We have found
the thief and he must be punished according to your rule—ten stripes across the
back. Jim, come up here!’ the teacher said.
“The little fellow, trembling, came up slowly with a big coat fastened
up to his neck and pleaded, ‘Teacher, you can lick me as hard as you like, but
please, don’t take my coat off!’
“‘Take your coat off,’ the teacher said. ‘You helped make the rules!’
“‘Oh, teacher, don’t make me!’ He began to unbutton, and what did the
teacher see? The boy had no shirt on, and revealed a bony little crippled body.
“‘How can I whip this child?’ he thought. ‘But I must, I must do
something if I am to keep this school.’ Everything was quiet as death.
“‘How come you aren’t wearing a shirt, Jim?’
“He replied, ‘My father died and my mother is very poor. I have only
one shirt and she is washing it today, and I wore my brother’s big coat to keep
me warm.’
“The teacher, with rod in hand, hesitated. Just then ‘Big Tom’ jumped
to his feet and said, ‘Teacher, if you don’t object, I will take Jim’s licking
for him.’
“‘Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute
for another. Are you all agreed?’
“Off came Tom’s coat, and after five strokes the rod broke! The teacher
bowed his head in his hands and thought, ‘How can I finish this awful task?’
Then he heard the class sobbing, and what did he see? Little Jim had reached up
and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. ‘Tom, I’m sorry that I stole
your lunch, but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking
my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!’”
To lift a phrase from this simple story, Jesus, my Redeemer, has taken
“my licking for me” and yours for you. Declared the prophet Isaiah: “Surely he
hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: …
“… He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our
iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we
are healed” (Isa. 53:4–5).
This is the wondrous and true story of Christmas. The birth of Jesus in
Bethlehem of Judea is preface. The three-year ministry of the Master is
prologue. The magnificent substance of the story is His sacrifice, the totally
selfless act of dying in pain on the cross of Calvary to atone for the sins of
all of us.
I love you!! Thanks for all you do!!
Elder Sean McEwan
p.s. Haven't shipped stuff yet but I'll try to do that today or this
week we are just really busy right now.. Not sure yet when I'm going to be
calling but I'll let you know :)