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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Metro readers. 

I usually do a short recap of the previous year in my December Final Thought. If it's all the same to you, I would rather not. We've lost too many loved ones in the past 12 months including my best friend and brother Jerry, my mom Jean, my aunt Joan, and my wife's brother Bill. Needless to say, it has been a rough year.

I hope you all can take some time out during all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season to sincerely reflect on those you love, and give them a big hug and unconditional love. With shopping, cleaning, shoveling, and all that goes with the Christmas season, it is always important to make time for others. Whether family and friends, or even those in need just looking for that Christmas miracle, it is important to remember the true meaning of Christmas... God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.

I am really looking forward to our annual Metro trip to Las Vegas in January. It always comes at a great time, and is always a blast, spending time with my brothers, my son, and some friends, but I really need it this year. We should have some new players this year (my other two kids will be joining us) so it should add to the glitter in old Vegas. Of course, there will be no reporting of any events because 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'.

As far as the Metro, I would like to thank all of our readers who read the Metro faithfully. I really wasn't sure if I would keep the Metro going after Jerry's passing, but the support I get from all of you, keeps me going.

My final thought I leave you with is a story on how simple random acts of kindness can truly affect people. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you and yours' have a blessed and joyous Christmas this year.
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Ruth went to her mail box on Christmas Eve, and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:
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Ruth's hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. It's already Christmas Eve and the stores will be closing. I'll have to run down out and buy something for dinner right away." She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to last her until next week. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings of a Christmas dinner tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. "Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, it's Christmas Eve, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it." Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for Christmas and I was planning on serving that to Him." "Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway". The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley as a gentle snow began to fall. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag. "Thank you lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" Ruth could see now that the woman was shivering. "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street .... without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. "Thank you lady! Thank you very much! .... and Merry Christmas!"

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually deliver twice on Christmas Eve." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
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‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least my brothers, you did it to Me.’ Matthew 25:37-40

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Here's to always being kind to people, especially to someone during this holiday season... Cheers!

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