Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Journey to Bethlehem

 

Tonight, I attended a “Journey to Bethlehem” at Salem Baptist Church in Cary, NC.  This has become a tradition for me to join my son Ted and his family on this adventure.  This church has been conducting this wonderful program for the community for many years.  I want to lead my readers through the footsteps of tonight’s journey.

The Marketplace

 We started in the gymnasium where they have many tables set up with board games and coloring sheets to entertain the families who are waiting for their turn.  A time is designated for each group and can be reserved in advance.  Cassie, my daughter-in-law is always prompt in reserving us a time to attend.  At the appointed time, our number is called and we gather along the wall with a total of about 20 people, children and adults, at the entrance to the journey.  We have our own guide who is appropriately dressed in his tunic, sash, sandals and cloth draped over his head.  He is carrying a walking staff and informs us of our journey to Jerusalem but says there has been talk of a special star and a baby.  He wants us to ask around the marketplace to see what we can find out about this rumor.  We were each given 2 “shekels” (jar lids) to spend in the marketplace, our first stop.  We were warned to choose wisely and told that beggars might be encountered along the road, in case we wanted to save a shekel for the poor.  The marketplace is dimly lit with candles and tables of goods with vendors calling out to us from both sides to buy their wares.  There was bread, fish (goldfish crackers), small boxes of raisins and honey (candy) to snack on or trinkets such as seashells, marbles, rings and bracelets. These vendors were all dressed in the clothing of their day and the noise level was quite loud.  With one of my shekels, I bought 2 pieces of honey candy in the marketplace.  A bell rang that indicated we must move forward, and we followed our guide into the hallway.

King Herod

 We immediately approached two Roman guards (appropriately dressed) who demanded to know our intentions.  Our guide explained we were looking to see King Herod because he might have information about the rumor of the baby.  The guard received permission from Herod to let us enter.  Our guide had warned us before entering that Herod had a bad reputation for being angry and impatient.  I heard my six-year-old grandson say to the guide, “I hope this doesn’t go bad”.   As we entered his majesty’s room, a group of harem girls were dancing in a circle to some music, and the King was sitting on his throne. The room was more spacious than any other room we entered that night and was filled with treasures.  King Herod jumped out of his chair and yelled in a thunderous voice for the dancing to “stop”.  He then proceeded to inquire with his servant and then to his prophet about the baby that was to be born a king! He was ranting and pacing and suddenly he shouted “dance” to the harem girls and “leave” to us!  We left his presence immediately.

The Wisemen & Amos

From there we found the three wisemen who were camped outside the city and who were also searching for the baby by way of the star.  They said they were going to see King Herod the next day, to which I wanted to advise them “Don’t go there!”.  These kings were huddled around a fake fire and wearing ornate costumes, headdresses and jewels.  I especially noticed the large, jeweled rings on their fingers. They, frankly, did not have much to tell us, but stated they would have to choose their words wisely around King Herod. We journeyed on.  We went down another hallway and up a ramp that led to the door of our guide’s friend Amos.  He thought Amos would know something to tell us about the star and at this point suggested we go to Bethlehem instead of continuing on to Jerusalem.  He knocked and when the doorkeeper answered, once again our guide explained that we were in search of information.  The doorkeeper yelled out to Amos that our guide, Azariah, was here to see him.  He answered that because we were “children and old people” who had been traveling for so long, he would see us. We proceeded down the winding hallways, all of which were draped with burlap or canvas and with string lights along the edges.  At the home of Amos and Ruth, we were told that no great people had ever been born in Bethlehem.  Amos suggested we seek out information from the bakery at the edge of town. 

The Beggar & the Bakery

As we left there, a beggar was perched on the ground crying that she needed money to feed her children.  I gave her a shekel that I had kept in reserve.  We were just about to go to the outskirts of Bethlehem when we encountered the bread shop.  We entered and inquired about the star and the baby’s birth, but the bread sellers just scoffed and laughed maniacally at us.  They insulted us, to which my nine-year-old grandson said, “how dare you, I’m getting out of here”! Azariah agreed.

The Angels & the Shepherds & the Star

 It was then that we made our way outside to seek the shepherds in the fields.  On our way we encountered a host of heavenly angels who declared Jesus’ birth.  The angel spoke and said, “Fear not, for I bring you good tidings of great joy for unto us is born in the city of David, a savior, who is Christ the Lord”.  As we turned the corner, we could see a group of shepherds holding their hooks and standing around a real campfire.  We approached and our guide asked about the star.  The shepherds acknowledged that they had been following that star and pointed it out to us.  They had their sheep and goats in a fenced area nearby and we were allowed to visit their animals.  My 18-month-old granddaughter was very fond of the “BA-BA’s” and did not want to continue.  We did, however, make our way in the direction of the star hanging in the distance and entered a building. 

The Innkeeper

Our guide knocked at the door of the inn and the innkeeper answered right away.  He knew of the mother with child and told of how he had directed them to sleep in the stable since he had no more room in the inn. All the while, Hannah is calling out “BA-BA, BA-BA” for the sheep!   As he slammed the door he proclaimed, “I won’t open it again, I am closed at this inn!”  Before he closed, he told us the directions to the stables.  We proceeded to make our way out the door and into a dark sanctuary where the only light was shining on a cavernous structure.  There in the light were Joseph and Mary holding the baby Jesus.  A live nativity.  It was actually played by a husband and wife and their newly born baby boy.  A narrator told of the baby’s birth and how he lived a perfect life as the son of God in flesh, then how he died for our sins and rose again.  It was brief, but powerful.  The children were all gathered around the steps leading up to the nativity scene.  We exited the sanctuary and entered the parking lot where our guide Azariah bid us farewell and thanked us for going on the journey with him.  If you ever get a chance to take this journey to Bethlehem, I highly recommend it.  These folks have put their heart and soul into making this experience both realistic and meaningful. The entire walk-through program was 40 minutes.
Tammy Harvey

12/13/2025

Monday, December 8, 2025

December

Don't call me lazy!  I didn't do anything! (pun intended)

Here's a bit of wisdom that did not originate with me, but I wanted to share it with you:

De-cember,

de-clutter,

de-tach, 

and de-lete

anything that

de-values your life.

Don't bring it into 2026.

@THEFEMALEHUSTLERS

12/8/2025


Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Believe it or Not

 Believe it or Not

I have always believed in an afterlife, but since my husband’s death seven years ago, I have come to believe that those who go before us can somehow communicate with us from the other side.  They do so by sending signs, reminders that jog our memories and bring thoughts to our minds.  I’d say, however, you’d have to be receptive to these signs in order to interpret them in this way.  For example, many people identify with loved ones by sighting cardinals.  The saying goes: “When cardinals appear, angels are near”.  A cardinal is considered a sign from heaven.  In the same way, others see dragonflies or butterflies that symbolize to them that their deceased loved ones are nearby.  I myself have encountered bright red cardinals that fly in front of my car windshield on countless occasions since my husband passed away.  Each time, I consider it a greeting from him.  I also have found dimes on the ground in parking lots.  I’ve found feathers in my yard.  I’ve heard “our song”, "Walking on Sunshine", on the radio when I least expected it.  In fact, on Thanksgiving Day, I heard an old song called “Wind Beneath my Wings” that was played at our wedding.  I had not heard it in years and apparently my son had an oldies station playing in the background during our meal.  Today, however, I had a sign that was incredible to me. 

I had gone to my “happy place” which is the local thrift store.  I can wander around there for hours, as it is relaxing to me.  It is nostalgic and it takes me back to a simpler time somehow.  I see things others have discarded that are reminiscent of my childhood.  I’m always searching for a vintage treasure.  Also, the music they play in that store is so calming and uplifting. Today, I looked mostly at old books and old Christmas decorations and ornaments.  I found myself completely lost in another world.  When I go there, my mind does not race, and my thoughts are on nothing else except the looking.  I found a few books and a wire basket and headed to the cashier.  At the checkout line, there were more ornaments that I sorted through.  As I left the building, I glanced at my watch and could not believe how much time had actually passed.  When I got back to my car door, I noticed that an ornament that I did not purchase was attached to the bottom of my sweater with its wire hanger.  I remember seeing it on the rack but did not choose to buy it.  It was a clear plastic oval embossed with “Merry Christmas and 1983”.  I closed my car door and went back into the store to return it.  The attendant at the door took it from me and thanked me for bringing it in.  He said “oh, it’s trying to sneak its way out of here”!  I wish I had purchased it but didn’t want to stand in line again.  You see, 1983 was the year that I met my husband.  I took that as a sign that he was with me.  I mean, 1983 was 42 years ago.  What are the odds that an ornament that old would coincidentally get attached to my sweater?  It is circumstances like this one that make me a believer that he is making his presence known.  At least that’s what I choose to believe.

Tammy Harvey 

12/01/2025 
PS-  I went back the next day and searched until I found the 1983 ornament.

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Neuroscience and the Bible


Research in neuroscience has proven that anxiety and gratitude cannot coexist simultaneously in our brains.  I found this article to be helpful in explaining the benefits of Gratitude. 

https://share.google/cemxntWOumg9x5LNg

Scripture says: Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:6-7

Happy Thanksgiving!


Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Time, Friend or Foe?

 

Time, Friend or Foe?

Is it just me or is time passing faster and faster?  My husband has been deceased for seven years.  My oldest grandson is almost nine years old.  I’m on Medicare and life goes on.  We have Christmas and the next thing I know is Christmas again.  As a child, Christmas was always a long way off.  I know it is all relative.  When I was 5 years old, the year was 1/5th of my life so a year seems long but, at 65 when a year is 1/65th of life, it feels like a blink.  People always told me that time goes by quickly the older you get, but now I am experiencing it for myself.  In this predicament, there is an urgency to “live” life.  It feels like life will pass me by if I stand still.  My days are numbered and unlike being a child, I don’t feel invincible anymore.  It’s the feeling of what should I do and what am I able to do?  It is a retirement reality that gives me a lot of free time, but too many choices.  I could do this, or that, but what if I can’t decide?  It reminds me of an adult who told us in my childhood, “Do something, even if it’s wrong”!  As a youngster, my free time was limited when I entered school.  As a young adult, my free time was limited by my job.  As a mother, my free time was limited by my children.  Then suddenly, I am given endless free time.  I am blessed yet perplexed.  I want to make the best of my ‘golden years”, so I think I will just continue to enjoy my family and grandchildren as much as possible.  Maybe I can be an example to them of how to grow old gracefully.  Time, friend or foe?

Tammy Harvey

10/28/2025

Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Veteran's Day

 

Korean Veteran

Veteran’s Day is upon us.  This day we honor and celebrate all those who served in the military to defend our country.  No one can imagine what horrific experience they had and how it affected the rest of their lives.  Some were volunteers and some were drafted.  My Dad was drafted to serve in the Korean conflict.  He was only 21 years old and newly married in February 1953 when he was sent to Camp Stoneman in Pittsburg, California as part of the 7th Infantry Division, Men of the “Bayonet”.  He was a country boy who was raised on a tenant dairy farm in Jefferson City in East Tennessee.  I have a Camp Stoneman postcard sent to my mother from my dad postmarked 1953 along with the locket he sent her from there.  It is in a frame now on my shelf.  The tiny black/white photos of him and her that she so carefully placed in the little locket are so precious to me.  They went on to spend 73 years of married life together.  

He had not seen any of the world, yet he was boarding a boat to take him on a several-week journey to Korea, arriving overseas in September 1953.  I’m sure he was scared and no doubt he was seasick, as well as homesick.  He was stationed at 38th Parallel, Chuncheon, Korea, and ultimately spent approximately 2 years there and thankfully returned home safely.  When I was growing up, he didn’t talk too much about war.  I know only a few stories about his time there.  He has a multitude of black/white photos taken while there.  He always referenced how incredibly cold the winters were and how the rats would get down in their sleeping bags with them.  He began his interest in weightlifting while serving which turned into a career for him.  He and his buddies fabricated a bench press by attaching cinderblocks to the ends of a steel bar.  I do have photos to prove it.  He said our mother wrote to him every single day. 

My dad spoke of how he hated to be the watchguard at night and how afraid he was of falling asleep on his post.  The fear was that if he fell asleep, a North Korean soldier could come up behind him with a wire and cut his throat.  He told us about the Korean orphaned children and the stray dog that his troop adopted.  The children would beg the US soldiers for gifts by singing: “Cigaretto, chocolecto, chewing gum presento me.  Have no mamason.  Have no papason.  Chop, Chop, please give to me”.   At least, that is the song my dad would sing for us.  He also told of the terror of being in a foxhole with shots being fired over his head.  At some point, he was given the job of radio operator with the 32nd Regiment’s Heavy Mortar Company.  He is currently 93 with dementia but still calls out his radio jargon daily: “Able, Baker, one, five, Willie, X-ray”.  He taught me and my sister many Japanese words that we never knew the translation for all these years later.  In turn, I passed along to my children these Japanese nonsense words. 

I wonder sometimes what my father would have been like had he not served in the US Army.  I don’t think he would be the same man that he is today.  Although tough, I know the experiences he had there were valuable ones in shaping his character.  I won’t say he got out without some PTSD, but he mostly chose not to speak about it.  He answered the call to duty in service to our country and I am very proud of him.  In 2012, he was able to participate in the HonorAir Knoxville which took him on a trip to Washington DC to tour the memorials.  The Korean Memorial was dedicated in 1995 and before that there was really no public recognition for Korean veterans.  A big thank you to all who serve because we know that freedom is not free.  Happy Veteran’s Day.

Tammy Harvey  10/30/2025 

Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Oh No He Didn't

 

Oh No He Didn’t

I was happy to be invited to attend the NC St Fair with my son and daughter-in-law and my 2-year-old granddaughter.  It was a beautiful fall day.  The sun was shining, and the fair atmosphere was as I remembered it.  Festivities and unusual foods were endless.  The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as only the St Fair can provide.  It’s an experience in itself to just walk around.  I never was an amusement park participant and don’t like to ride rides, but just the sights and sounds gave me joy.  Seeing the look on my granddaughter’s face was priceless.  It was colorful and magical.  She rode a few kiddie rides, but they tended to be short in duration.  When the ride stopped, she would cry because she wanted it to keep going.  She saw the animals and had a pony ride.  She sat atop a huge John Deere tractor and squealed with happiness.  I got roasted corn dripping with butter on a stick and enjoyed every bite of it.  My daughter-in-law got a Boston crème donut which my granddaughter devoured.  My son had a country ham biscuit.  The food offerings seemed infinite.  They were serving gator tails, Krispy Kreme cheeseburgers, deep-fried everything and the familiar funnel cakes and cotton candy, just to name a few.  The grist mill was running, and the free hushpuppies were delicious.  It was traditional for our family to get a free hushpuppy. 

My son wanted to continue his new tradition of getting his daughter’s portrait made by tintype processing.  The actual photo produced is taken with a vintage camera and developed on a piece of tin.  It is reminiscent of photos from the 1800’s.   They had her photo taken last year when she was only a year old while she was bawling.  This time, however, she sat like a pro and in the photo, she looked like a model.  Having accomplished the goal of getting the portrait, we walked the midway, where all the carnival games are located.  During that time, I mentioned that those carnival guys could never guess my age when I was younger, because I always looked younger than I was.  My son challenged me to test my theory.  He said he’d give me $5 to see me play the game.  I approached the guy with the microphone who had been calling out to the crowd for a victim.  I was wearing a baseball cap which I removed so he could see my gray hair.  He said, “you want me to guess your weight or your age?”   Of course, I said my age.  He took a tiny slip of paper and turned it toward the crowd while writing his guess.  It was hidden from me, and he asked me my age.  I said “65” and he said, “get a prize”.   I was ecstatic because I had beaten the game once again.  The joke, however, was on me!  My son began to belly laugh and laugh and revealed that the guy had written down “69”.  What?!  I was devastated.  How dare he!  My son proceeded to get a plastic trumpet for my granddaughter as a prize.  Little did he know that it actually made noise.  I taught her how to blow it, and he said, “that toy is going to Gigi’s house” to which I replied, “No way, you paid $5 for it, and you keep it!”  Jokes on him?  I don’t think so, I was mortified to know that I was now being guessed older than I really am.  “Oh no he didn’t” kept running through my mind.  The St Fair will never be the same!

Tammy Harvey 10/28/2025