A  Merry Christmas

 

and

 

Happy New Year

 

From

 

The Sadony Family

In the Valley of the Pines

 

 

 

 

 

EVERY MAN can be happy, and it

Is our duty to seek and find how.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the 8th PINE TREE BOOKLET

and its contents are copyrighted 1929

By Joseph A. Sadony

 

Christmas and New Year

Valley of the Pines

Montague, Michigan

 

          Dear Friends,

   Is there anything more appropriate we can say then that in the garden of our memory you have planted seeds that have blossomed, and exhale the fragrant odor of friendship and love; and that this is the season to harvest by expression.  

   Let us learn to appreciate our blessings, and forget our past mistakes.  Let us try to understand the problems of our friends.  Why not criticise our own short-comings today for tomorrow’s Success, instead of that of our friends, at our expense of losing them because we are blind to their good influence. Perhaps we may need their eyes and ears just at a time when we are blind, deaf, or asleep while our wings still remain outstretched on our progress through life.

 

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     Let us go back a few years, and recall our heart’s wishes, and see if we have forgotten how they have come to pass, and how the golden opportunity realized is still pure gold, only covered with the dust of thoughtless lack of appreciation.

     If God be your highest ideal, strive to still understand.  If it be Love, give it to retain it. If Wealth, do not destroy its value for purchasing happiness. We think so little of real thought,--but too often of the selfish suggestions of others, of approval, or apprehension to displease, in fear of being exposed of sins committed that were but good intentions adulterated by the false opinion of saintly sinners.

     Let us invite our own self for meditation, and review our accomplishments which our enemies try to surround with a smoke-screen of criticism, envy and jealousy. Let us check up and see how

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far ahead we are of those leaders who started at the same tape and time in our youth, and see how little we have to wish for but what we already possess, though unaware of it.

     Just try this form of relaxation, and see if you cannot send yourself  a far more valuable Christmas and New Year card than you have ever received on this Holiday: so very appropriate for this occasion,  for if the impulse or spirit accompany the deed, or card, what shall be its personality?  Was it a Christmas cheer, but only a false costume? - For to refuse may be to bring down on us the condemnation and criticism of the recipient.

     At least if we search our human structure, we can easily find many new suits, of clothes forgotten; canned goods of food; and many an unopened love-letter and invitation from those whom we have condemned for their silence. 

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     These things appear very simple, but they are the most important things in life – just as important as the expert accountant in our banks; for if we forget our achievements, how know we when we have arrived at our destination, the ambition of our Youth?

     That is my Christmas wish to you, so you may know all the good things you possess and have forgotten; and that is why we love you, because we know.

     So try it and see what a really New Year you will have.

                                                               Always your Friend,

                                                                              Joseph Sadony

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Spirit

   

   YOU must admit that there is a greater purpose in life than merely to accumulate whims, finance or ambitions. For these are but vehicles to greater purposes and acquirements.   

    These things are but sharp-edged tools to carve our names on tombstones representing milestones we have erected as a blazed trail: others to have faith in us, and we to welcome them for that faith.

    We cannot deny some weakness in our make-up. Can it be the inspiration of our soul’s Identity, and our denial, not yet having caught our breath because of our struggles to achieve in the Jungle of the masses? 

    Can we afford to sit in silence long enough to question or analyze what next step to take by the help of that compass within the brain of reason and logic?

    Is it not our personal responsibility to place everything we possess rightly, as we would were we to play chess with human chess men?

    Surely these things, if they be right and just, will beget harmony and happiness. What more is there, if not that same thing that has thrilled every nation under the sun since men learned how to think, if it is not that subtle longing to believe in Immortality, whether we will or not.

    Have not the greatest arrogant powers tried to strangle and abolish these principles – and still sought them at Death’s door, to gain admittance? 

    And of these thoughts are we reminded once a year, in spite of ourselves, by the SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.

 

                                  

 

 

 

 

 

THE CROSS REVERSED

There were those who believed in Jesus, and Him crucified.

     The children of those followers of Christ went at first to pray and worship at the Cross.  But they soon forgot.  The cross rotted at the foot; until at last, from neglect, it fell down.

       From the next generation there came a philosopher in whose breast stirred a half-forgotten memory as he saw it laying there.

     “It seemed to me that this should be standing,” he mused. So he dug a hole, but planted the cross upside down, head buried in the earth, jagged end up, -- a symbol of the dagger – a rotted finger pointing towards the sky.

     The blood of Jesus, caught in the cup, turned upside down and sank into the earth. Therefore, white lilies sprang up spotted with red:  even Nature lifting the blood towards the sky, saying--------------------------

“FATHER, SEE!”

 

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A MOTHER WAS weeping over a dead child.

   The Master came by and said, “Why weepest thou?”

     The mother replied that the spark of life and love in her child had gone.

     The Master said, “If thou hadst loved me, thou wouldst not have lost that love. Thou wouldst have lost nothing. For I am that love in that child.”

     If the world would understand these things, there would have been no loss: - for love returns only to the giver.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This booklet was done into print by

hand at THE VALLEY PRESS

which is the private Press

of

JOSEPH A. SADONY