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Hello everyone. I want to wish all our subscribers and visitors a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

We have a couple new features for our December  / January issue. First, is our Metro Archives page. On it, you can find the old issues of the McCarty Metro. Please note that there were several paper editions that I do not currently have in the vault. There are also some video McCarty Metro editions which I will post in the upcoming year.

Second is our Biggest Loser Contest! I would like to start 2016 on the right foot, and get more healthy for myself, my wife and kids, and my grandkids. If you would like to lose weight with me, please join me by signing up, and logging your progress in the new year. The joining and check-ins are anonymous, as users will create screen names to report their weight rather than using their real names.

You can find both of these pages each month by finding and clicking the yellow links at the bottom of each page

I found out recently that my best friend is having some health issues. I want him to know that he is loved and is in my thoughts and prayers for a speedy recovery and I look forward to seeing him soon.

With all the hustle and bustle of 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 that God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. My final thought I leave you with is from a story I shared in 2008. I hope you enjoy it again, and I hope you and yours' have a blessed and joyous Christmas this year.

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.

‘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 of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’ Matthew 25:37-40

Here's to family, love, and taking time to help one another in the true meaning of Christmas. Cheers!

 

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