<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:31:54.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars: The True Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>A sampling of true, unedited Christmas Jar miracles, provided by givers and receivers from around the country.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7231589916967711600</id><published>2011-12-28T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:18:55.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'It was the kindest thing anyone could do'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Kansas City, Missouri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a Christmas jar on our porch Christmas morning and thought it was the kindest thing anyone could do. Our life has always been a struggle but I think their is someone else out there struggling more then us, so we decited instead of keeping and spending the money in the Christmas jar we are going to put it in a bigger jar and add to it so we can pass it on Christmas 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7231589916967711600?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7231589916967711600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-was-kindest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7231589916967711600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7231589916967711600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-was-kindest.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;It was the kindest thing anyone could do&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-9095465494927148357</id><published>2011-12-28T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:35:58.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'A fire broke out in the home of one of the families who attends our school'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Woodstock, Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second grade classroom was fortunate enough to have Jason Wright come to read his story, Penny's Christmas Jar Miracle, to us a few weeks ago.  The students then started collecting any spare change that they had at home and brought it in to our classroom Christmas Jar.  We were going to give our jar to an organization that works to provide food to needy children, but things changed on the day that the jar was to be given away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, a fire broke out in the home of one of the families who attends our school.  As soon as my students found out that this family had suffered such a loss that morning, they knew immediately that we should instead give our Christmas Jar to that family.  We contacted our assistant principal and presented the jar to her to then, in turn, give it to the family.  It touched my heart so much and the children felt so proud to be helping others!  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-9095465494927148357?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/9095465494927148357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-fire-broke-out-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/9095465494927148357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/9095465494927148357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-fire-broke-out-in.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;A fire broke out in the home of one of the families who attends our school&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2645363584286261</id><published>2011-12-27T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:09:41.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'My wife has stage 4 Breast cancer'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guerneville, California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife has stage 4 Breast cancer and has been totally disabled by it. She had to give up her job and has had 4 surgeries and lost 60+ lbs from the chemo therapy. She is not expected to survive for very long. I had been retired due to my inability to find work at 64 years old. Luckily I was hired temporarily to fill my wife's position. Unluckily I was laid off on Dec 17th. We are in fairly desperate financial shape but worse is the depression and feeling that the whole world is set up for others, rather than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were having a small Christmas get together when I went out front and found a bag on our porch. It was a jar with $50+/- in change in it and a copy of the Christmas Jar. This has really lifted our spirits because it is a touch of caring from another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have isolated our selves as the disease has gotten worse and that has cut off many of our friends. This increased the isolation and makes us feel lonely and outside all that is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jar, being a totally unexpected gift, cut through our sadness and made us a lot happier. Both of us read the book already and our daughter is almost done. I have already designated a jar for us to fill for next year and it will surely be a very neat addition to our Christmas traditions. I thank the author for thinking of this book. It is a great concept and desperately needed in these times - Both the giving and the receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Some really sweet person who thought of Us!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2645363584286261?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2645363584286261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-wife-has-stage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2645363584286261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2645363584286261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-wife-has-stage.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;My wife has stage 4 Breast cancer&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8121086944114169514</id><published>2011-12-27T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:49:32.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'There was almost $500 in that jar, we were speechless'</title><content type='html'>Potomac Falls, VA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before Christmas and I was just about to begin some Christmas shopping, telling myself we're "keeping it simple this year" and just feeling overwhelmed with the extreme busy-ness and stress as of late.  You see, my 7-year old, Joey, was born with a form of bone marrow failure, and although he "escaped" getting a bone marrow transplant when he was one-year old, and had not needed a transfusion for 4.5 years, his blood counts had plummeted to dangerous levels again since early 2011 and the doctors told us it was time for tranpslant.  The Monday after Thanksgiving Joey started immune suppression treatment in the hospital for 2 weeks, and I recall leaving the hospital being surprised by all the Christmas decorations and surprised by time not having stood still in the outside world.  Where did the time go?  Yet for Joey, it was all about time...waiting to see how this immune treatment is for him, waiting to see if we find a donor match.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there we were, one week until Christmas, still interviewing people to be Joey's caretaker while he has to be out of school for the next 4-6 months during this treatment, and beside myself with the logistics of a full-time job, finding care for Joey, and taking care of his older two brothers as well.  However, I knew I had wonderful support, from my fiance, family and friends, I knew that the people around me were acting as God's hands, feet, and words in our lives.  But it is still hard and discouraging at times, which I'm actually ashamed to admit.  It is easy to feel alone and discouraged, and sometimes wonder if God is listening, and time and time again, He shows me He is ALWAYS THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week before Christmas, and after my fiance and I left church, we stopped by my house before shopping to find a gift bag in front of my door.  We looked in the bag and pulled out a jar filled with bills and coins, and the book "Christmas Jars" and a card that read "From our family to yours" and no names.  We were silent with wide eyes.  It was unbelievable.  There was almost $500 in that jar, we were speechless.  And we didn't know who it was to even thank them.  So we thanked God and counted our blessings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that week the principal at the boys' school told me there was a package waiting for me.  And to my complete surprise, it was a Christmas Jar that collected donations for Joey from selling ornaments decorated by the school staff. Again, just speechless.  It's hard to describe the feeling of love that is felt, it's literally heart warming and makes the eyes widen with joy.  I am just so touched beyond words, although want everyone to know how much I thank them.  THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love and support we have felt has just been so amazing. It is hard to ask for help and often easy to feel alone dealing with a child having a life threatening illness; but we are not alone!  I am just so amazed by the outpouring of prayers and generosity.  I know every prayer is being heard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been "the best Christmas ever", as Joey himself put it :)  And from the bottom of my heart, I thank those that did this for Joey and our family.  Please know that you and your intentions are in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sincere gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey's Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8121086944114169514?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8121086944114169514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-there-was-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8121086944114169514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8121086944114169514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-there-was-almost.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;There was almost $500 in that jar, we were speechless&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3174424242578198735</id><published>2011-12-27T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:29:35.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'This is enough to pay the hospital co-payment'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Phoenix, AZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears running down my face I thank the person who delivered a Christmas jar at my church addressed to me.  On the jar in red and green it read "For God so loves ... He gave His one and only Son, Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a single mom working only part time due to health issues and expecting another surgery in Jan. 2012. This is enough to pay the hospital co-payment. I was truly blessed to receive this gift from God, from one of his children to share the love he has for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the book and I am excited to teach my son to collect through out the year so we can bless someone in need next Christmas.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3174424242578198735?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3174424242578198735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-this-is-enough-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3174424242578198735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3174424242578198735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-this-is-enough-to.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;This is enough to pay the hospital co-payment&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2253948866262092814</id><published>2011-12-27T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:28:28.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'It made me believe again and there is no greater gift'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Pittsburgh, Pa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jar was so much more than what was in it. My husband lost his job 18 months ago. We have been getting by on savings. We have 3 wonderful little ones. Although I try to stay positive it has taken a toll. I have been sad and honestly my faith has wavered. It seemed like every time we got close..we missed. I didn't even realize my hope was diminishing and I was scared how we would go on. Until the jar showed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See to me it was so much more than what was in it... It was the heart and the hands that brought it to me. I don't know who it was all I know it they gave me the greatest blessing. They turned my light in my heart back on, I feel open, my faith renewed and I couldn't be more grateful. This gesture is a symbol of all the love and it is overflowing in my heart now. We have chosen to pay the contents of the jar forward to someone else, the gift I will always have is far greater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought the light back and this jar has meant the world to me today and given the hope for tomorrow. It made me believe again and there is no greater gift... My deepest gratitude!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2253948866262092814?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2253948866262092814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-made-me-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2253948866262092814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2253948866262092814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-made-me-believe.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;It made me believe again and there is no greater gift&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-732655586505734064</id><published>2011-12-27T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:25:58.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'It was enough to pay our light bill and the gas bill!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Downey, CA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saving state quarters for ages, for no particular reason, just because they were different.  Then I read "The Christmas Jar" and decided that was the reason!  I filled the jar, and gave it to a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her son later told me that "we found a jar full of quarters on the front porch and it was enough to pay our light bill and the gas bill!"  Now we can put up our tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started a jar for next year!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-732655586505734064?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/732655586505734064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-was-enough-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/732655586505734064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/732655586505734064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-was-enough-to.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;It was enough to pay our light bill and the gas bill!&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5616971422073884158</id><published>2011-12-27T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:24:42.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'My eyes overflowed with tears'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Island Lake, IL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our Christmas Jar and book in our mailbox on Christmas Eve. This year has been such a struggle. My husband had two surgeries and we felt so blessed that he survived his bout with kidney cancer. It has been a hard year where we just barely made our mortgage and bill payments (with only a few dollars to spare) during the time my husband was ill and eventually lost his job.   Always trying to make ends meet and dealing with two major car breakdowns; it was only with God's help, we kept a positive attitude and survived. When I saw the jar filled with coins, my eyes overflowed with tears. Someone actually cared and took the time to think of us. I feel so very blessed. My husband's health is much better and now I am starting my own jar to pass on to someone else next year. A very special Thank You to all of the secret guardian angels &amp; may God bless you throughout the year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5616971422073884158?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5616971422073884158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-eyes-overflowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5616971422073884158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5616971422073884158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-eyes-overflowed.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;My eyes overflowed with tears&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1018888310117729412</id><published>2011-12-26T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:04:44.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'even though it wasn't Christmas I knew they needed the jar'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Vacaville, California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book a couple years ago. This year I decided to start a jar. I ended up saving $148ish. I had written names on slips of paper of people who I thought could either use the mones or their spirit lifted. I was going to pick a name on Christmas Eve and deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November I visited a friend to hang out and chat. She revealed she had been afraid that she was going to get laid off from her job. She also talked about some recent struggles her family had been having. Her husband had been out of work for quite a while and pride kept him from getting disability. She had been out of work for a while too, and she only recently got the job she was afraid she was going to be laid off from. She has beaten cancer twice. They sold their nice home in the country and moved into town. The money that wasn't spent on the house went to bills and they were now tapped out. Recently other events have brought their spirits down more. It just seems like they can't catch a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home that night and my step mom and I talked about them. She told me it was worse than I thought. Even with roommates they were struggling to pay their part of the house payment. Struggling to buy grocerys and make car and insurance payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have ALWAYS been there for others. Especially my son and I. So even though it wasn't Christmas I knew they needed the jar. The next morning before work I took the jar and the book and left it by their door. My dad was there when they found it. He said they were shocked and very grateful.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1018888310117729412?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1018888310117729412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-even-though-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1018888310117729412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1018888310117729412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-even-though-it.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;even though it wasn&apos;t Christmas I knew they needed the jar&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2463557729749254677</id><published>2011-12-26T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:01:22.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'My jar couldn't have come at a better time'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Marysville, Pa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Christmas jar that I have ever recieved. It was yesterday, on Christmas day, around 9am I heard a knock on the door. When I answered there was a lady that I don't think I have ever met before standing, holding a wrapped present just for me. I was beyond excited since I was never expecting a present. I said thank you as she walked away. As I am walking down the hallway to my kitchen where I place the present on the table. I realize there is no name of who this wonderful present is from. I open the box and find the book on top and under newspaper I find my Christmas jar. I right away wonder who this gift is from. I search everywhere and find nothing so I start to read the book and looking at this website to hopefully find some answers. My jar couldn't have come at a better time. I plan to start to save all our change through out the year and give away my very own jar next year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2463557729749254677?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2463557729749254677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-jar-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2463557729749254677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2463557729749254677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-jar-couldnt.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;My jar couldn&apos;t have come at a better time&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-413587067343045989</id><published>2011-12-26T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:59:51.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I am sorry it has taken so long to post my miracle'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a Christmas Jar in 2009 and in 2010. In 2009 the Christmas Jar was used to buy food for us.  We had no clue what we were going to eat. In 2010 on Christmas Eve our furnace went out. The Christmas Jar helped to get the the blower motor replaced in the furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has not had a heart warming Christmas for years. It is good to know that there are people in the world that care about others without wanting something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who sent me the jars but I want whom ever it was to know. I am thankful. I am sorry it has taken so long to post my miracle. It seems that everything happens to me.  I do not post anything from work.  My computer stopped working at home. I am using a loaner laptop. I did not want another year to go by without letting others know that miracles do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to Bless everyone that gives away a Christmas Jar and those that receive a Christmas Jar. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-413587067343045989?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/413587067343045989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-am-sorry-it-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/413587067343045989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/413587067343045989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-am-sorry-it-has.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I am sorry it has taken so long to post my miracle&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5878503982144585296</id><published>2011-12-26T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:57:51.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'A weird accident left me with a busted eardrum and no money for a doctor'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Vidor, Texas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing Christmas Jars. This year has been a very hard year for me emotionally and financially. Back in September i lost one of my clients from my home based home cleaning service business due to their own financial problems. Due to the economy the last thing people spend their money on is someone to clean their homes. I had to make changes all over the place to make ends meet never knowing from day to day how things will get paid but they all seem to get done. I am a single parent with a 12yr old daughter still at home. So Christmas is still a big deal i had been saving for the little bit she had asked for using all the little bonuses that my customers give me each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thanksgiving Day a weird accident left me with a busted eardrum and no money for a doctor visit or medicine. This is when my jar started for me. My dear friends from my church choir stepped up and payed for the 150$ ear drops needed to help the healing. This happening after an ACTS brother from church looking at it for free on his on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to 10:30 Christmas Eve warming up with my choir to sing the praise of Christ coming when my dear friend who was home for the holidays from the seminary handed me this box that said DELIVER TO SABRINA. I asked him what it was about, he simply replayed i was asked to give this to you. Wondering what it was about i opened it there on the spot to find a book entitled Christmas Jars and a box full of all kinds of dollars and coins. Being that I was trying to prepare for mass I set it aside to look at when  getting home and 2am Christmas morning. Counting the money to find a little more than 186$.I was delighted that people had thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it was many involved with my Christmas Jar and it warmed my heart of their giving during this time of year.But on to the real reason for me to come to your web site to tell of my story. I have finished the book that came with my package and have been moved so very deeply by it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reed through the pages I began to see that although I have never started a jar or giving a jar of my own to someone else that I did indeed have already received many.I received it almost daily wither by and friend being there with their shoulder to cry on, or the face on my kids when they are happy, or the financial help that comes wither by actual money or services i can not afford. I will forever be grateful for the jar i received this Christmas Eve because it is a wonderful reminder that we all receive them wither with a jar or a kind hello from a passer by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is for all year and I pray that although never having giving a actual Christmas Jar of my own to someone that I have giving it in the many ways that I have received it even without a jar. Thank you again for passing this story forward to all who read it and begin their own personal Christmas Jar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5878503982144585296?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5878503982144585296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-weird-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5878503982144585296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5878503982144585296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-weird-accident.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;A weird accident left me with a busted eardrum and no money for a doctor&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5015688320916675883</id><published>2011-12-26T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:54:00.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We plan on doing one every year'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Meridian, Mississippi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has a Wednesday night fellowship meal and then Bible study. After the meal, but before the study, we pass around a red plastic container labeled "Christmas Jar". We all put loose change or bills in the jar each week and at the end of the year it adds up to a large sum of money. This way, people give a small amount each week, one they usually don't miss, but the results are great at the end of the year. Those giving don't feel overwhelmed and someone with a financial need gets help. It's a win, win for everyone. This is the second year we have done a Christmas Jar. We plan on doing one every year. So many get blessed, the ones giving and the ones receiving. Thank you for giving us this avenue to help others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5015688320916675883?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5015688320916675883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-plan-on-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5015688320916675883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5015688320916675883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-plan-on-doing.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We plan on doing one every year&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8034850462034242466</id><published>2011-12-26T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:52:09.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'There are no words to describe the joy'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Monticello, Utah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family recieved a Christmas jar which was a huge blessing in renewing our faith.  We had experienced several hardships during the year and our money situation was in such a downward spiral that buying Christmas was very difficult, My kids had a gift I had made them under the tree yet I was feeling a little down that I couldn't do more. Then While driving down the street of town on Christmas eve we noticed two wrapped gifts just laying in the road. I stopped and we picked them up, and we searched until we found who we thought the gifts belonged to. A little part of me was sad that the gifts couldn't have been for my two children. I said a little prayer and I told God that maybe I just needed to become more selfish as I thought through the many times through out the year that I had helped people in need even though we were short on money, but here I was not able to bless my own family with gifts. When we arrived home, I asked God to forgive my attitude, and that I was thankful for all that we did have; our warm home, and lights, and the soothing sound of Christmas hymns. I went to my room full of joy for the beautiful evening, and the special spirit of Christmas, quickly forgetting my frustrations, when suddenly my daughter came flying down stairs yelling that someone was running from our yard. She ran to the door and came back with 2 jars full of coins along with the book, Christmas Jars. I sat down as tears fell down my face with a gratitude I can not even put into words, and thanked God over and over for the huge blessing we just received. I Thanked God for whoever blessed us so abundantly and prayed they would be blessed as much or more then they had blessed us. There are no words to describe the joy, and the manner in which this experience renewed our faith. Our family is excited to do this for someone next year. What a wonderful book, what a wonderful way to reach out. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8034850462034242466?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8034850462034242466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-there-are-no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8034850462034242466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8034850462034242466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-there-are-no-words.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;There are no words to describe the joy&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8034324346263035265</id><published>2011-12-26T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:07:52.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'For me this was devine revalation'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sylva, NC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Sunday morning I checked my Email before Church. There was a message from one of the church members asking for prayer for her friend who had just lost her house, all her possesions, and her two cats in a fire. For me this was devine revalation of who should get my Christmas jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8034324346263035265?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8034324346263035265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-for-me-this-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8034324346263035265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8034324346263035265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-for-me-this-was.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;For me this was devine revalation&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2617311093182024761</id><published>2011-12-26T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:07:00.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'All year as we dropped change in the jar'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the Christmas Jars last Christmas, our family decided to start our own jar in January 2011. All year as we dropped change in the jar, we thought about who would be the recepient at the holidays. As we got closer to Christmas we just knew in our hearts what we planned to do. We decided to donate to Mary's Shelter which is a local shelter in our area for young pregnant woman and new moms with their babies. Here are the details: My dad died two years ago after a tough battle with cancer. On December 6 he would have been 76 years old. In honor of his birthday our entire family bought 40 childrens books. Then with more of our Christmas jar money as well as other donations from family we bought baby supplies and toiletries for the women. All donations were brought to our home on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. The books were delivered to the shelter before Christmas. All other donations are being delivered this week. We loved doing this activity with our family and have already started a new jar for next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2617311093182024761?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2617311093182024761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-all-year-as-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2617311093182024761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2617311093182024761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-all-year-as-we.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;All year as we dropped change in the jar&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1407207966287082166</id><published>2011-12-26T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:06:07.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'In July my husband got sentenced to 7 years'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Aztec, NM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year a week before Thanksgiving, I found out that my husband had embezzled a bunch of money from the buisness that he was working at. His parents were coming in that next day so I called his dad. My father-in-law is a wonderful Christian, as well as my mother-in-law. He is a minister as well as has a way with everybody. So he was the onlyone that I thought of calling. They came down the next day and talked to us at leangth abour our Lord God. My husband, Paul, got arrested the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. Stayed 3 months in county, because the bond was 80,000. Due to the loss of his job our income was cut in half. So it was up to me to make the bills. During this time $300.00 was stolen from my purse at work. It was part of my house payment. By this time I knew I needed something that I turned to God. I started going to a church about a block away from the house. I am now baptised and I love our Lord God and have been trying to walk in his path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July my husband got sentenced to 7 years. Since it wasn't a violent crime, he is to serve 3.5. We have 34 more months to go. This Christmas was especially hard. My mom passed away September 22, my husband wasn't able to get out for her funeral. So I went it alone. Had my siblings, and my kids, but...Then I realized that I wasn't alone. My Jesus was walking along side me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's Christmas, and my heart sad and heavy missing mom and Paul. I went out to start my truck before work Friday, Dec 23 when I found the jar with change in it and this book. Haven't counted the money yet. Through out this ordeal I and my husband have found so many blessings. And the jars are one. So I made up my mind that I will start saving my change and give some one a blessing next year. I will pray that my Lord God show me who needs this. Praise my Lord God for all that He has given me and shown me throught out my life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1407207966287082166?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1407207966287082166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-in-july-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1407207966287082166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1407207966287082166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-in-july-my-husband.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;In July my husband got sentenced to 7 years&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3366945244716721571</id><published>2011-12-26T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:38:38.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I have faith that God will provide'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Burton, Mi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a hard month! On December 1st my gramma passed away and then the very next day my husband got laid off of his job that he has only had for 6 months. Before getting this job we had a long 2 years of looking for work cause he was laid off from another job almost 3 years ago. Then we found out he was not eligible for unemployment, so we were facing a very rough December. My youngest became very sick the week before Christmas and that made things even harder. We went to church Christmas morning and I was handed a bag and told that someone left this on the front table for me. When we got home and opened it, there was the Christmas Jars book and of course a jar of money! The Lord has sure watched over us this month, He knew we were down and going through a rough patch! My husband is still looking for work but I have faith that God will provide!! :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3366945244716721571?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3366945244716721571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-have-faith-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3366945244716721571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3366945244716721571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-have-faith-that.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I have faith that God will provide&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2278162269363117276</id><published>2011-12-26T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:20:49.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We will never know if it changed their lives, we only know that it changed ours'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Stafford, Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our second year with doing a Christmas jar. My kids love the "gathering" of the coins.  We don't keep the change in one place. Coins are found in pockets, on the dryer, in the couch, etc. The fun part is the search for the coins and filling the jar. All of the coins we found filled the jar to overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in amazement at the full jar, I prayed that God would lead us to the "receiver" of the jar. Somehow, I knew this years recipient would not be random. In fact, I think I agonized over the fact that the family receiving it would be a mother and daughter that have been a constant source of frustration for our youngest daughter and myself. I knew it was going to be them. Selfishly, I wanted it to be a nice family and someone unknown to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cover of darkness, we set out for our delivery. We parked in front of their house, my son ran to the porch, placed the coins, jumped in the car and off we went. We never saw them, nor will we ever know their reaction to the jar. We do have the peace knowing that the one's who have emptied our "jars" and left us exhausted and worn out are the ones who received the full jar of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know if it changed their lives. We only know that it changed ours.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2278162269363117276?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2278162269363117276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-will-never-know.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2278162269363117276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2278162269363117276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-will-never-know.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We will never know if it changed their lives, we only know that it changed ours&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5005295654051185206</id><published>2011-12-26T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:28:17.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I couldn't help but cry as I read the letter'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tacoma, WA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family received a Christmas Jar and a copy of the book this year. It was our wonderful mail carrier who delivered it, but I don't know who the giver was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has certainly seen our share of trials and tribulations over the years starting with my dad moving cross-country for work and constantly being down-sized. We carried on and made ends meet. My mom and brother delivered newspapers (about 450+/-) every day. I worked 2 jobs, one full time and one part time as a CNA. We got by. A couple years later we almost lost my mom to illness. she only has 1 kidney and it's function is greatly decreased. After 3 weeks in the hospital and 3 weeks in a rehab facility, she came home the day before my son's 3rd birthday. Since then it's been a battle with her health. Several problems and they tend to not be compatible with each other. We get one thing better and another acts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later I had to have 2 surgeries in 1 year. I couldn't work for 3 months straight and had almost no income and was months behind on my mortgage because of it.  It took me almost 2 years to dig out of that hole. I finally caught a break and got to refinance my house the end of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 2010, my son had just gotten out of school the day before and we went to dinner with a good friend of my mom's and her brother. On our way home (less than 2 miles from home) a teenager was texting while driving and hit us. I almost lost my mom AGAIN, this time because of someone else's negligance. Ten days in the hospital and 8 days in rehab before Mom got to come home. She was on dialysis then. Stayed on it for 2 months and miraculously her kidney started working again. I had serious injuries, but nothing I had to be hospitalized for. However, I was again unable to work my normal shifts for over 3 months. I am blessed to have wonderful coworkers who made it possible for me to work shorter days so that I could regain some of my income. I finally returned to full duty Oct. 2010. I am fortunate to have a fantastic man in my life who helped me immensely while recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2011, Mom ends up in the hospital for a week.  She has to go back on dialysis. This is very scary for all of us, as we know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever gave us this wonderful gift has watched us struggle and work through life for several years. They included a wonderful personal letter with the jar and book. I couldn't help but cry as I read the letter. I just want to say to whoever is the giver, that Mom, my son and I greatly appreciate the generous gesture. This is truly what the spirit of Christmas is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5005295654051185206?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5005295654051185206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-couldnt-help-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5005295654051185206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5005295654051185206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-couldnt-help-but.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I couldn&apos;t help but cry as I read the letter&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-6177959387278136072</id><published>2011-12-26T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:25:48.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'You don't know how wonderful it feels'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Corning, CA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 4th year of giving a Christmas Jar. This year I gave my jar to a young mother who lost her husband 2 weeks ago in an accident. My two grown children have helped me deliver my jar every year. It has become a wonderful Christmas Eve tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how wonderful it feels to give anonymously. You don't realize how much we as humans think we always need recognition until you do something like this...then it's catchy and you find yourself trying to find other ways to do random acts of kindness throughout the year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-6177959387278136072?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/6177959387278136072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-you-dont-know-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6177959387278136072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6177959387278136072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-you-dont-know-how.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;You don&apos;t know how wonderful it feels&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1583878764570392220</id><published>2011-12-25T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:24:20.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'She had the same look on her face as I did a year prior'</title><content type='html'>Carson, WA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I had received a jar, at a time that couldn't have been better. It brought tears, and gratitude and my oldest daughter was able to understand the kindness involved, the thoughtfulness that someone took for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a financial struggle that leaves no money at the end of the month, not even enough to fully cover all the costs.  You see I have been taking care of an extra child, not my own.  She is 12, and has been living in my home over a year now. She is a wonderful child, I now consider one of my own.  We tried hard all year to repay the miricle of the jar, but just couldn't get the jar even half way filled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work one day,  I noticed my boss had a jar, a big jar filled with change. I decided to tell them about Christmas Jars.  I got online and ordered 2 copies of the book, and after I had told them what good could be done of that jar, they came to me and said they were interested in participating in this great gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, months actually, have gone by and today I asked if they had given their jar.  They had every intention on doing it but lack of time they said, and so I offered to help and deliver it to someone today after work.  They agree and handed me the jar, which was now about half full of change, and a card with my name on it.  When I opened the card, I found a small christmas bonus inside.  I went straight to the store and asked the clerk for a roll of quarters and some $1 and 5's and filled the rest of the jar.  I went home to wrap the top of the jar and grab my copy of the book to give with the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to the nearest hospital which was an hour drive. About 60 miles from my town.  When I arrived I asked information to where could I gift someone that needed it, and she pointed me to the emergency area. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I arrived I spoke very quietly to a nurse there and told her that I was looking for someone that could use this gift. Someone who may be down, or struggling, even a patient already admitted.  She suggested talking to the hospital chaplin, who was busy at that moment but asked if I minded waiting for him.  I happily agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, the nurse came in waiving at me to come over where she was.  She said that she had thought of someone, a woman who worked only part time.  She was a young single mom of an autistic boy, and was in her opinion very deserving of the jar.  She told her name and where to locate her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed and as I approached the counter she worked behind, I asked, "are you Lindsey?" She slowly said "yes".  I reached in my purse to grab the already half exposed jar with ribbon and bows, and grabbed the book setting it right in front of her.  I said "Merry Christmas." She obviously wasn't sure what was going on, she had the same look on her face as I did a year prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked who is this from.  I said "Me", Merry Christmas!" And I smiled, and turned to walk off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, still shocked and wondering who "me" was I am assuming, said "Thank you, thank you so much!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grinning ear to ear, feeling blessed to be able to participate in this amazing act of giving &lt;br /&gt;and kindness.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1583878764570392220?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1583878764570392220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-she-had-same-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1583878764570392220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1583878764570392220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-she-had-same-look.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;She had the same look on her face as I did a year prior&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5148044326573964095</id><published>2011-12-25T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:20:23.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'Would really like to thank the folks that did this for me'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Smyrna, TN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 55 yr young white single male, no roomate or family nearby. I have been on disability since 2004. In the spring of 2010 I returned to the warmth and friendship of the the Catholic Church after thirty six years. In 1991 I had a major motorcycle wreck in Bath ME while on assignment as a Senior Field Engineer for Martin Marietta Aero &amp; Naval Systems (now known as LockeedMartin), working on the MK 41 Vertical Launch Missile Delivery System. I was pretty much a rocket scientist, sharp as a tack, with an above average intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wreck I was laid off from my position, which was after my six month rehabilitation. Post wreck my mind is like scrambled eggs, I lost the bag that held all my marbles, and my smarts smart. I am fortunate to still have my greatest gift of all, my sense of humor! My life has been not perfect, some struggles and difficulties, but nothing my faith, love of God, and humor cant overcome. A great many people have it really bad, and I am thankful for all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving thru Christmas is usually a sad time for me, not being able to spend it with my family, and this year started that way, but changed for me thru the grace of God. I was really feeling good a few days before Christmas, and was really pumped up today on Christmas. Plans to share Christmas dinner with my neighbors got cancelled, and I didn't miss a beat! I was watching the movie The Bible, and had just pulled a homemade pizza out of the oven when there was a quick knock on my door. It was dark, and I had seen someone running from my door to the parking lot, and at the front doot was my Christmas Jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a flipping surprise!!! This is my first touch of the Christmas Jar, and definitely not my last! Print my whole name, complete story, whatever. I just would really like to thank the folks that did this for me. It really really comes in handy right now! Thanks to all and God Bless!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5148044326573964095?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5148044326573964095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-would-really-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5148044326573964095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5148044326573964095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-would-really-like.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;Would really like to thank the folks that did this for me&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2867141871330921876</id><published>2011-12-25T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:18:09.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'She just lost her job'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Maumee, OH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fifth year I have given a jar.  I have a friend and her granddaughter deliver the jar for me each year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my jar went to a single mom who is struggling with raising her son and twin daughters.  She just lost her job so this jar will be such a blessing....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2867141871330921876?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2867141871330921876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-she-just-lost-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2867141871330921876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2867141871330921876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-she-just-lost-her.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;She just lost her job&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7065362564444206728</id><published>2011-12-25T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:41:40.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'Receiving the Christmas Jar wasn't simply money'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Gilbert, Arizona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was the recipient of a Christmas Jar. My husband was recently diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer and we have faced some of the hardest times of our lives. Our last couple years have been rough, we have been foreclosed on, left our home and moved across country, my Husband took a job as a long haul trucker to make ends meet and then this! His faith seems to be unshakeable, but I must admit, mine was almost gone.....receiving the Christmas Jar wasn't simply money, it was a gift of the renewal of my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7065362564444206728?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7065362564444206728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-receiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7065362564444206728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7065362564444206728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-receiving.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;Receiving the Christmas Jar wasn&apos;t simply money&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2590323794044777539</id><published>2011-12-25T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:40:40.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'It was our Christmas miracle'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough end of the year for my husband and I. Our son was born the week of Thanksgiving and I've been out of work since. My husband was down to 2 days a week working, and his second job had barely started. Money was VERY tight for us, especially with a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, I was with my husband and 1 month old son in our room, talking to one of our roommates when the doorbell rang. My roommate went to the door, but no one was there. She got scared that someone might jump out at her and didn't open it. Jokingly, I grabbed the 5 pound cat to "protect me" and opened it a crack. No one was in sight, but a jar sat on the ground by the door. It had "Merry Christmas" and our names on it, but nothing else. It was FULL of coins, some money, and a Walmart gift card. I brought it inside, trying so hard to figure out who would do something so wonderful. I finally gave up wondering and accepted it as a gift from someone who wanted to remain unknown. It was our Christmas miracle, a much needed one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2590323794044777539?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2590323794044777539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-was-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2590323794044777539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2590323794044777539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-was-our.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;It was our Christmas miracle&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7181089997061088573</id><published>2011-12-25T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:18:41.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'They helped get closer to enjoying my Christmas and get some of my hope back'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Rigby, Idaho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had the worst day I can ever remember. I had been teaching all day, had a parent accuse me of something false and horrible, and hadn't seen my kids till 10 pm when I got home. I had been in tears all day and just didn't know if I could enjoy Christmas. I walked into my house and on the table was a Christmas jar. My husband came home from picking up our son from school and it was sitting on our front step. I yet again was crying but for a different reason. I am so grateful for people who are sensitive to the spirit and knows who needs a little pick me up. My family didn't really need the money but the next day a good friend knew i was looking for a drumset to learn a new instrument and for my kids for Christmas. They didn't know about the Christmas jar but they found a nice one for $100. I was able to get the drumset and put the rest in the bank for safe keeping. It sounds so selfish to buy a drumset with some of the money. But, that person will never know how much they helped get closer to enjoying my Christmas and get some of my hope back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7181089997061088573?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7181089997061088573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-they-helped-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7181089997061088573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7181089997061088573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-they-helped-get.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;They helped get closer to enjoying my Christmas and get some of my hope back&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5454217480951755291</id><published>2011-12-25T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:38:31.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We praise the Lord that there are generous people in this world'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Springfield, MO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been mentoring a young single mother for a year.  She has completed a semester in college and hopes to become an LPN. She spent most of her life in foster care but her biological family is constantly adding stress and even danger to her life. These family members are vindictive and have been known to vandalize to get back at people.  So when the door bell rang and no one was at the door we were concerned. My husband watched from a bedroom window and saw someone sneak back up on our porch. He then turned on the light, opened the door, and yelled, "What are you doing." A young girl screamed and ran away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realized there was a jar of money on the porch.  At first we thought we had scared someone who was collecting money.  Then we realized that the money was for our young single mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.  We are sorry that we scared the donor. The young mother had dental surgery this week and her vehicle died. We help her manage her finances and she gets along on very little. Thank you for choosing to give your Christmas jar to our friend but we're so sorry that we scared you. We praise the Lord that there are generous people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5454217480951755291?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5454217480951755291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-praise-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5454217480951755291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5454217480951755291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-praise-lord.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We praise the Lord that there are generous people in this world&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3031429825376270903</id><published>2011-12-25T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:37:12.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'Part of the blessing is the delivering the jar'</title><content type='html'>Clermont, Florida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.  This is our 2nd year delivering our Christmas Jar.  We actually gave it today on Christmas Day.  It almost didn't happen. We are full time Rvers and I rely on a church to give me a name.  Went to two churches they didn't want to give me an address. First church, the priest said "he didn't know me and was reluctant to give me an address" -- the other church wanted me to give the jar to the Secretary and she would pass it on to the recipient.  No go for me because I think part of the blessing is the delivering the jar and the other part is the person who is receiving the jar, Yet that didn't stop me--I knew God would lead me. wow  I had saved this money for a whole year.  Time was getting short so I went to another church and low and behold I had a address.  So after breakfast we drove to the home and two school age boys and their mom came to the door and we said "Merry Christmas" and left.  What a feeling..I am a happy camper...literally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3031429825376270903?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3031429825376270903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-part-of-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3031429825376270903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3031429825376270903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-part-of-blessing.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;Part of the blessing is the delivering the jar&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4256501725246360573</id><published>2011-12-25T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:35:36.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'A lot of lives were touched through this experience'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Claymont, DE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Christmas 2010 I was shopping in the book store and saw the book Christmas Jar by Jason. I bought it and began to read it. I could not put it down, it was such an amazing story. So I began my own Christmas jar on Dec. 26, 2010. I began to put coins in it and watched it fill up over time as the year went on. So when it came time for me to give it to someone I could not figure out who needed it. My Mom told me about a single parent who had a fire at her home and her two children were injured in the fire and still in the hospital. A local supermarket was collecting monetary donations to help the victims of the fire. My Mom suggested that I give the  Christmas jar to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was not certain I should give it to the supermarket because I wanted it to be given to someone directly.  My Mom encouraged me to give it to them. So she went to the store and took my Christmas jar to turn in as a donation and was told that the supermarket was no longer accepting donations at that location. There was a location however that would accept it but it is further away from where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that happens is what becomes the miracle of this jar.  My Mom sees my pastor at the store shopping and describes the situation to her and she says that she will take the money to the other location because she is actually going to be going there very soon. So the pastor takes the jar and then plans to drop it off. However she is running late the next day and asks another member of the church to take the jar to the supermarket. She explained the entire story about the Christmas jar and how the money will help the victims of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the amazing ending to this story...the woman takes the jar into the service desks and explains that she wants to donate the money to the victims of the fire and then the manager makes a call. Suddenly the next thing that happens is that a woman walks up to the counter. The manager indicates that she is the mother of the children who were injured in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person with the Christmas jar explains about how the jar is coins that were collected all year and then given to someone in need. So the jar was given directly to the mother and she began to cry. The woman giving her the jar began to cry and everyone just felt amazed by the power of the jar.  I heard the story when the pastor told us and of course I began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christmas 2011. I will begin my second jar tomorrow on Dec. 26th, 2011. I can't wait to see what happens next year. It was truly meant to be that we gave that money to the family and they did feel blessed to receive it and I felt blessed in giving it. A lot of lives were touched through this experience.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4256501725246360573?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4256501725246360573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-lot-of-lives-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4256501725246360573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4256501725246360573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-lot-of-lives-were.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;A lot of lives were touched through this experience&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4322909961239101734</id><published>2011-12-25T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:18:56.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We will never forget your charity'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Shoreline, Washington:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve my husband and I were sitting up in the living room with our 2 eldest girls getting ready to do Santa's work when a knock came at the door. Being almost 11:00 at night it startled us! Who could that be at this time? Not expecting anyone that night my girls looked out the window to see who or what it was. Seeing there was no one there they cautiously opened the door to find a gift bag on our porch. They carried it in exclaiming, "this is heavy"! We opened it to find a large jar of money! No note to be found, we stood in awe wondering who could be responsible for such a kind and generous gift! Upon further investigation we discovered two fifty dollar bills folded up and a hundred dollar bill as well buried amongst the massive amount of coinage! With nine people living off only a single income, and the economy being what it is we have been stretched to say the least. This will helped ease our financial burdens, and renew our faith in the Christmas Spirit! The lord really does work in mysterious ways! Thank you to the Santa that yelled back over his shoulder, "Merry Christmas", while running from our residence! We will never forget your charity and will be looking for opportunities in the future to pass it along to others that may have fallen upon hard times. What a great example of the true meaning of Christmas this was for our children.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4322909961239101734?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4322909961239101734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-will-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4322909961239101734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4322909961239101734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-will-never.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We will never forget your charity&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7072195573038472094</id><published>2011-12-24T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:51:57.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'To think I was thinking of killing myself only 2 days ago'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Bellingham, Washington:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book while I was deployed last christmas in the Arabian Gulf on a US navy ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect all my change for the entire year after my return in March. My husband kicked in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go to walmart or some place where I could tell someone needed the money, but as I was driving back from an appointment tonight, I had my jar with me and this truck was at the gas station, driver door duck taped shut and the lady getting out on the passenger side to wash the windows and put gas in because the guy couldn't get out of the drivers door. It was a moment of complete random, "Hey excuse me wait please dont drive off I want to give you something.... Here - I hope you have a merry christmas or that this will help you in some way if you dont need it please find someone else that could use it. Your my first I will remember this moment forever...." I handed them a big mason jar full of nothing but silver coins and a copy of this book by Jason Wright " Christmas Jar's" I singed it inside with the Month and Year saying the same message and my hope for them to pay if forward some day when they are capable, and signed my name.   They were completely speachless. She looked at me with a huge confused look, he muttered thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best thing I have ever done and it made me feel amazing. and to think I was thinking of killing myself only 2 days ago...... thank you sir, for this wonderful book, I almost forgot about it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7072195573038472094?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7072195573038472094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-to-think-i-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7072195573038472094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7072195573038472094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-to-think-i-was.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;To think I was thinking of killing myself only 2 days ago&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1845500315611573415</id><published>2011-12-24T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:50:51.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We are in our 5th year'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a family tradition to save the entire year to fill the jar and then we make a call or text the cousins that it's time for the mission. They know exactly what to do and we are very covert. We have always found someone in need of Christmas cheer, Financial relief or just a chance to believe again. We are in our 5th year and hope to continue for many more.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1845500315611573415?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1845500315611573415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-are-in-our-5th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1845500315611573415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1845500315611573415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-are-in-our-5th.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We are in our 5th year&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-6439845218315785513</id><published>2011-12-24T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:17:44.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We're sure that each day is a struggle to make ends meet'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ridgeville, SC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years we have saved our spare change and given our Christmas Jar to a waitress at a favorite restaurant in the nearby rural town of Holly Hill. She is a young, single mother of 3 babies/toddlers. She works long hours for a small salary, and we felt like she could probably use it more than anyone else we knew. This year we decided that our jar would go to our adult 40+ year old son who works at one of our local grocery stores. His job is not flashy and he doesn't receive a huge salary. We're sure that each day is a struggle to make ends meet. He is, however, reliable, hard-working and good-hearted. As my husband and I have have had several health issues to deal with over the past year, his regular visits and assistance in handling the "heavy lifting" of things around the house have been invaluable. He will receive the traditional Christmas gifts from the family and even Santa's stocking, but we thought that the surprise of the Christmas Jar might make the day a little brighter still. All year long we plan and talk about who our likely candidate might be. Thank YOU for the lovely gift of "The Christmas Jar".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-6439845218315785513?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/6439845218315785513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-were-sure-that_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6439845218315785513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6439845218315785513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-were-sure-that_24.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We&apos;re sure that each day is a struggle to make ends meet&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1189254298511448471</id><published>2011-12-24T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:49:52.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We're sure that each day is a struggle to make ends meet'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ridgeville, SC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years we have saved our spare change and given our Christmas Jar to a waitress at a favorite restaurant in the nearby rural town of Holly Hill. She is a young, single mother of 3 babies/toddlers. She works long hours for a small salary, and we felt like she could probably use it more than anyone else we knew. This year we decided that our jar would go to our adult 40+ year old son who works at one of our local grocery stores. His job is not flashy and he doesn't receive a huge salary. We're sure that each day is a struggle to make ends meet. He is, however, reliable, hard-working and good-hearted. As my husband and I have have had several health issues to deal with over the past year, his regular visits and assistance in handling the "heavy lifting" of things around the house have been invaluable. He will receive the traditional Christmas gifts from the family and even Santa's stocking, but we thought that the surprise of the Christmas Jar might make the day a little brighter still. All year long we plan and talk about who our likely candidate might be. Thank YOU for the lovely gift of "The Christmas Jar".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1189254298511448471?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1189254298511448471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-were-sure-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1189254298511448471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1189254298511448471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-were-sure-that.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We&apos;re sure that each day is a struggle to make ends meet&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-6317278474378412448</id><published>2011-12-24T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:47:49.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'My sister comes and wakes me up and I find a jar full of money'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Lancaster, California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on December 24, Chritmas Eve, I Am Asleep and my mom was putting up christmas lights at the last minute! Then my mom sees a Red Ford passing slowly by our house. My mom sees the truck then turns her back to it, not noticing that the truck had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she hears an olderly man talking to her and he says "Take this", and it was a brown bag and it was heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my mom notices, It's Money! My mom says to the man "Who can I thank". The man said to my mom "Anyone! Me, My Wife, Anyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my sister comes and wakes me up and I find a jar full of money, and the book by Jason Wright, "The Christmas Jar."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-6317278474378412448?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/6317278474378412448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-sister-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6317278474378412448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6317278474378412448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-sister-comes.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;My sister comes and wakes me up and I find a jar full of money&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5169549123356336150</id><published>2011-12-24T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:45:45.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'We lingered long enough to see her open the door'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Chantilly, VA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave away a jar tonight.  We loaded into the car and sang along to the Christmas music on the radio as we drove and looked for someone walking in the cold. We found a mother helping her small children with a car seat and some groceries. Just as soon as they had gone into the house, we dropped it off on the door step and knocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lingered long enough to see her open the door and find the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What joy!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5169549123356336150?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5169549123356336150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-lingered-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5169549123356336150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5169549123356336150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-we-lingered-long.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;We lingered long enough to see her open the door&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2105737211754495344</id><published>2011-12-24T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:43:31.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'To whoever gave us this jar, thank you so much'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Madison, Wisconsin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has been a time of year filled with joy and sorrow for my family. On December 23, 1990 my dad died after a month long battle with Cancer. Less than a month after Christmas, in January of 2009, both of my grandparents on my mom's side were killed in a car accident. Christmas had always been my Grandma's favorite holiday and since then, Christmas has not been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two weeks ago on December 12th 2011 my 25 year old cousin was killed in a helicopter accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, youngest siblings and I had just moved to Wisconsin six months ago. In addition to being away from family and friends, we've been experiencing financial difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not looking forward to this Christmas at all. I was determined to make the best of it but honestly wished that I could just sleep through it all and pretend that nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this evening, Christmas eve, we were sitting in mom's house after finishing the last of our Christmas shopping when we heard a knock at the door. My mom went to open the door and found no one there but a large jar full of money and the book Christmas Jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know exactly how much is in it, but know it's somewhere around $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the money is much needed, the biggest blessing the jar is not the dollar amount.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that someone had saved up all year and chose our family of all the needy people in this city to bless with this jar, is an amazing gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is reminder that we are never alone and God is NEVER silent or far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever gave us this jar, thank you so much. God had used to bless us and I hope that you are blessed beyond measure this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2105737211754495344?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2105737211754495344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-to-whoever-gave-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2105737211754495344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2105737211754495344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-to-whoever-gave-us.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;To whoever gave us this jar, thank you so much&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5815712471991824154</id><published>2011-12-23T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:09:53.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I can't begin to tell you what a blessing it has been'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Saint Johns, FL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago my wife purchased the book, Christmas Jars and we read it as a family. Of course, it touched our hearts so profoundly that we immediately began our own family Christmas Jar project! The first year we gave away $120, followed by $160 the second year and this year we have collected $200! In each occasion, we have looked for someone or family in need and have secretly delivered our money. I can't begin to tell you what a blessing it has been to our family as our children get excited to deliver it on Christmas Eve! We have shared our love of the Christmas Jar with our families and encouraged them to do the same! It is truly more blessed to give than to receive and each year the Lord teaches us the value of giving!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5815712471991824154?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5815712471991824154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-cant-begin-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5815712471991824154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5815712471991824154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-cant-begin-to.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I can&apos;t begin to tell you what a blessing it has been&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7098431749097342088</id><published>2011-12-23T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:08:31.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'It helped to be reminded that others care'</title><content type='html'>Lewiston, Maine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely surprised to receive a Christmas Jar on December 22, 2011. I was laid off from my job more than 2 years ago and have struggled mightily to take whatever work I can find and continue to keep on keeping on. This year has been particularly difficult as I live in a very cold climate and just ran out of options to pay bills, heat my home and keep the lights on. While my Christmas Jar won't solve all my problems, it certainly will help me buy some oil. More importantly, however, it helped to be reminded that others care. The hardest part has been to need help. I think of myself as a giver and it hurts me as much not to be able to give as it does to continue to struggle with loss and efforts that do not bear fruit. I am so thankful and can't wait to be on my feet so I can pay this forward. Thank you, Mr. Wright, for your great idea. I am sure I will be sharing future stories of Christmas Jars that I give away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7098431749097342088?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7098431749097342088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-helped-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7098431749097342088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7098431749097342088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-it-helped-to-be.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;It helped to be reminded that others care&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5499409348735411664</id><published>2011-12-23T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:06:38.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I will never forget the pain and heart break they suffered'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Crowley, Texas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year's jar was a no brainer as to where it needed to go. Yet it seems so small based on the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago someone nearby suffered a fire at their home. Though no one was injured, it was particularly heartbreaking. It started small in the garage, and the fire department from a training station was on scene in a matter of couple of minutes. Upon arrival the fire was still very small and could have been managed, but something happened. What I am not sure, but no water ever made it out of that truck. In the half hour or so that it took for the next unit to respond, the home was almost a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they watch their home burn, I will never forget the pain and heart break they suffered.  Neighbors were coming out to offer what support they could, not just to see the commotion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we dropped our jar of change, with the few stray bills that find their way into a coat pocket throughout the year. Bills that I don't bother to put back in my wallet for one reason or another make the Christmas Jar. The wife and I put it and a copy of the book in a Christmas looking box and left it in front of a shell of a home. The front door is of what was a home, (and will be again) had plywood nailed over it and a blue tarp over a hole cut in the roof. No danger of anyone opening the front door on us this year, yet its a bit special too. Just maybe when they are forced to remember the fire, they will also remember a jar. The amount in the jar will not change anything, but the prayer that went with it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5499409348735411664?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5499409348735411664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-will-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5499409348735411664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5499409348735411664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-will-never.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I will never forget the pain and heart break they suffered&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-9146314883467859088</id><published>2011-12-23T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:56:59.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I know the jar will make a difference'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Stevens Point, WI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my first Christmas Jar today after reading the book a few months ago. The Jar went to a Single parent family in Appleton, WI. I knew from face book that they were struggling and it was breaking my heart. I know the jar will make a difference not only in their Christmas, but also in their spirit. Your book touched my heart and I am hoping it will touch this family as well.  I have no doubt at all that they will send out their own jar when they are able. Thank you for this inspiring book and the ones that followed. Merry Christmas!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-9146314883467859088?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/9146314883467859088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-know-jar-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/9146314883467859088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/9146314883467859088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-know-jar-will.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I know the jar will make a difference&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3200846165010497136</id><published>2011-12-23T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:55:37.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'This is beyond amazing to us'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Shenandoah, VA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, my dad left. Mom has been struggling to make it on her own since then. She works hard and is making every effort to get herself to a better position financially. But it's always tight. She does what she can - but often goes without. She's leading a very frugal life, because she just doesn't have the means. She's the type of person that gets excited when she finds a dollar or two tucked away and every little bit helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine her excitement, when she left work yesterday, and found a Christmas Jar sitting in her car. This is beyond amazing to us. It's a miracle! I'd never heard about this amazing gift and nearly cried when she told me about it (I live very far away, so she actually showed the jar to me over Skype).  I don't know who gave this gift. Someone very special and we feel blessed! It means so much to us that this person was so kind to do this for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start my own Christmas Jar to give away next year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3200846165010497136?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3200846165010497136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-this-is-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3200846165010497136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3200846165010497136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-this-is-beyond.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;This is beyond amazing to us&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2577568927630320394</id><published>2011-12-22T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:04:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I am so blessed to have someone care about me'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;North Tonawanda, New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently unemployed and also had to have an eye surgery for a detached retina putting me on strict bedrest. As you can guess my holidays were seemingly depressing. I opened my door one day to a package wrapped in a clear plastic bag with the tag saying "Taylor, Merry Christmas". No name of a sender in sight. When I opened the package to find the book and a jar of coins and bills I was baffled. I read the story on the back of the box and was in tears that someone did this for me. I immediately called multiple family members and they were all just as quizzical as me. I am so blessed to have someone care about me enought to do such a kind thing. I am just sitting down to read the book and cannot wait to return the favor of this tradition next year to someone deserving.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2577568927630320394?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2577568927630320394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-am-so-blessed-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2577568927630320394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2577568927630320394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-am-so-blessed-to.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I am so blessed to have someone care about me&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-595307298622248660</id><published>2011-12-22T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:03:25.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'Words cannot even begin to describe how I feel right now'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done delivering my very first Christmas Jar. Words cannot even begin to describe how I feel right now. Our Christmas Jar was originally intended for someone else, but weeks ago God showed me that He had another recipient in mind. I recruited a friend to help with the delievery so we could remain anonymous. We drove out to her house and I ducked down in the car so I couldn't be seen. My friend went and knocked on the door and told them that she was Santa's helper and had a Christmas gift for the family. The recipient peeked inside the box and asked if she could know who it was from and my friend told her no, so she told my friend thank you and gave her a big hug instead. This may have started out to be a blessing for someone else, but it has been a huge blessing to me as well. That God would allow ME to be a part of something like this...there are just no words. And my friend was so touched that she is now planning to begin her own Christmas Jar for next year. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for the idea of the Christmas Jar. God is so good!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-595307298622248660?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/595307298622248660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-words-cannot-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/595307298622248660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/595307298622248660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-words-cannot-even.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;Words cannot even begin to describe how I feel right now&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8440054239405821730</id><published>2011-12-22T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:02:26.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I stood in my kitchen stunned and humbled'</title><content type='html'>Pineville, NC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was at work at the restaurant and I had just put our 17 month old baby girl down to bed. No sooner did I walk out of her room, exhausted from the day, did I hear the doorbell ring.  I had no idea who would be at the house at 8pm, I wasn't expecting anyone. When I opened the door, no one was there. I looked down and saw a simple brown gift bag with a ribbon tied around the handle. I saw the top of a jar and thought maybe one of the neighborhood kids and their parents made something. I picked it up and noticed it was pretty heavy. When I set it down and pulled out the jar, expecting something like homemade applesauce or another goodie from the kitchen, I was surprised to find a plastic jar FULL of change! I stood in my kitchen stunned and humbled that someone would anonymously bless our family in such a way. I looked at the book and knew this was something special. Alone in my kitchen I started to cry at the wonder of this sweet gift. A few minutes later, I picked up the book again, after reading the back, flipped it open only to find a crisp $100 bill! I lost it and just stood there crying in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I haven't said is that while God has been so faithful and always provided for us, my husband has been out of steady work for over a year, we have a wonderful 17 month old little girl and another baby due the end of February, along with our 5 year old chocolate lab. We have two homes, one is a rental, of which the tenant just informed us they will not be renewing their lease come February, leaving us to find another tenant or try and carry two mortgages on one and a half incomes. In order to help make ends meet, my husband has taken a job working weekend evenings at a nearby restaurant. While we've been able to pay all our bills, and even have a few dollars left over every now and then, it has been tight. We haven't gotten Christmas presents for each other or our daughter yet, but we were just  trusting God it would all work out. He is faithful and has always taken care of us before, and we know He will continue to do so going forward. This Christmas Jar is proof of just that. We are going out of town tomorrow to visit with my husbands family, this was an amazing early Christmas present right on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to who ever so richly blessed us tonight, may you receive a greater blessing in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8440054239405821730?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8440054239405821730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-stood-in-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8440054239405821730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8440054239405821730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-stood-in-my.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I stood in my kitchen stunned and humbled&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2980463288249837613</id><published>2011-12-22T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:13:08.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'If my angels read this'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Hayes, Va:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Hi. My name is Kristen Millen. I was in Dollar tree with my sister and my 5 month old son today when I experienced a miracle. My year has been so hard starting with losing my job during my maternity leave to havin my son being born sick. To top it all off we lost the great grandmother to my son who was supposed to meet him on the day she passed as well as my car broke down. I went in Dollar Tree to buy my son a few small presents and was given a true miracle when I walked outside and was approached by a stranger. She walked over to me with her friend and put her hand on my shoulder then handed me an envelope and told me it was to make a family very happy. I thanked her and she walked away. When I got to my sister's car I buckled my son in and opened the envelope. Inside there was a letter explaining why she gave the envelope to me and some money inside it. I immediately began to cry. Thanks to these ANGELS my son will have the best Christmas ever. I have never wittnessed such a miracle. I went from struggling to having the money to make a Christmas for my son. If my angels read this I just had to say God Bless you and it is my turn to pass on a miracle to somebody else in need. Thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2980463288249837613?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2980463288249837613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-if-my-angels-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2980463288249837613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2980463288249837613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-if-my-angels-read.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;If my angels read this&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4412137881639553850</id><published>2011-12-22T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:12:26.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'Tears filled my eyes!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Honey Brook, PA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: I am a school bus driver, waitress, full-time student, and single mom.  I love by bus driving job because the children are wonderful, and keep light in my daughters' and my life.  I went to work early this morning and discovered a gift on the seat of my bus.  My daughter exclaimed "look mommy, santa came"!  I opened a card that read "Stephanie and family, wishing you a Merry Christmas, may his peace be with you now and through the year ahead, with love".  I was confused because the card was not signed, and then I looked inside the bag and found a jar full of cash and change, along with the Christmas Jar book.  Tears filled my eyes!  I could not stop crying, and could not believe someone could be so thoughtful!  I am now able to make my beautiful daughter a little happier this holiday season!  Times are tough and this gift was truely amazing.  I am forever grateful, and will pay it forward next year!  Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!  Thank you to my gaurdian angel!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4412137881639553850?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4412137881639553850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-tears-filled-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4412137881639553850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4412137881639553850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-tears-filled-my.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;Tears filled my eyes!&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3255046065096858959</id><published>2011-12-22T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:16:15.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'Christmas jars are supposed to be anonymous'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Great Falls, Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how every year, the Lord puts someone in my path, swings His glowing lamp in front of them to light their faces and says:  "Hey!  Here's your Christmas Jar recipient!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son attends Liberty University in Lynchburg, VA and as he was preparing to leave for Thanksgiving break, he called me in tears; I could hardly understand what he was saying.  The previous night, five students from Liberty were out stargazing after a week of rain and wandered onto a train trestle they thought was inactive.  It was not.  Of the five, three escaped with minor cuts and scrapes, one suffered serious injuries and a beautiful, obedient, loving child of God, Hannah, was killed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rocked the LU community to its core, leaving heartbreak in its wake even those among us like my son and me who didn't even know Hannah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Facebook - or as I prefer to say it: through God - I "met" Hannah's Mom, Terri, who is a single Mom now raising her teenage son alone.   Every posting from her as well as from the mother of the injured girl, had me sobbing for weeks.  But it wasn't just me, many of us in the Liberty family couldn't even think of Hannah without bursting into tears.  The kids were devastated, as was the faculty and staff of Liberty.   There is no pain like the pain in a mother's heart when she has lost one of her children, or watched another mother deal with the grief of losing hers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take me ten pages to explain how remarkable Hannah was and another ten to describe Terri.  Despite unspeakable grief, Terri's rock solid faith and belief that Hannah is in Heaven with Her Savior and dancing in its streets has been nothing short of, well, a miracle.  Her faith in the deepest of grief is stronger than mine in abundance.  At last count, at least a dozen new believers have made a decision for Christ after hearing Hannah's testimony - from her Mom.  What I call in my head "the power of Hannah's Grace" is a force that defies anything other than faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's Grace includes a Scholarship Fund set up by Terri to provide funds to students majoring in Government, as was Hannah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed with spending some time with Terri earlier in December near her home in North Carolina, and was again left in utter amazement at her faith and love for God.  It is no wonder that Hannah turned out the way she had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Christmas jars are supposed to be anonymous, and we have adhered to that rule since Jason first published the book.  However this year I knew our jar was meant to be a part of Hannah's Grace and we gave it to Terri to be used for either her needs at Christmas, or as a donation to Hannah's Scholarship Fund.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no accident of art that shiny gold points of light come out from the jar in the picture on the cover of the book.   I watched those shiny bits light up Terri's eyes when she accepted the jar, knowing that Hannah had reached down and made yet another difference in someone else's life.  They are miracle twinkles.  Truly they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3255046065096858959?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3255046065096858959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-christmas-jars-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3255046065096858959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3255046065096858959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-christmas-jars-are.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;Christmas jars are supposed to be anonymous&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-576316419246842034</id><published>2011-12-22T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:29:44.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'The jar had contained $474 plus a $100 grocery gift card'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;BYERS, COLORADO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our third year of giving a jar, but this one especially touched my heart.  There is a little boy in my son's first grade class whose family lost their house several months ago.  As a result, the mother left, leaving the father with 5 children to care for and no house.  They were lucky enough to find someone to let them rent a house no bigger then a 2 car garage.  The father has had a hard time finding work this time of year as well, as he is an electrician and also has to be home to care for the kids.  Their little house is nearly bare inside, no television and minimal furnishings.  The younger children all wear clothing passed down from their older siblings, that is way too big on them, shoes and all. We had heard that he had told a mutual friend of ours that he would not be able to afford Christmas and that he had planned to give each child $20 to go out and buy one thing they really wanted. We usually wait until Dec. 18th to deliver our jars because it is also our youngest sons birthday and we hoped to start a tradition for him to look forward to.  But this year we decided to give a few weeks early.  Since the family knows who we are, we took advantage when our older son returned home from college one weekend with two friends.  We had them go deliver the jar for us.  I think it touched all of them as well.  They knocked on the door and the father came out closing the door behind him.  He asked them who they were and they replied "Merry Christmas".  Again he asked who they were and what they were giving him.  They handed it to him saying Merry Christmas once again and walked off the porch.  The jar had contained $474 plus a $100 grocery gift card.  I hope this helps them to have a much nicer Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-576316419246842034?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/576316419246842034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-jar-had-contained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/576316419246842034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/576316419246842034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-jar-had-contained.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;The jar had contained $474 plus a $100 grocery gift card&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8112970593094957205</id><published>2011-12-22T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:28:44.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'The man had little to no food at his trailer'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Raton, New Mexico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is are third year to give Christmas jars and it's just great. This year I had my given the a Viet Nam Veterttan that I knew was in need of money. My wife went to a man just recently started visiting our church on Wednesday nights which is meal and prayer meeting night. My wife later learned that the man had little to no food at his trailer. This is great he has money to buy food. This is simply and great way to help people. Thankyou God you are awsome.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8112970593094957205?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8112970593094957205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-man-had-little-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8112970593094957205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8112970593094957205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-man-had-little-to.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;The man had little to no food at his trailer&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1414967002826696076</id><published>2011-12-22T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:26:33.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I am a single mom who raised two kids'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dayton, Ohio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...I opened the door and a box sat in front of me...I am a single mom who raised two kids...always working to take care of them.  My company closed two years ago and I have tried to get a good job but right, now I was working for a temp agency.  They thought they had work through the holidays, but on Tuesday they said they had not. So I came home feeling overwhelmed, today I opened the door to a box that had a special book, with a special message from friends. The message said that I was a child of God and you are loved...I prayed to God the night before not for myself but for other people, he blessed me and he will bless those who helped me...it is a wonderful thing that they did...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1414967002826696076?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1414967002826696076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-am-single-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1414967002826696076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1414967002826696076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-am-single-mom.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I am a single mom who raised two kids&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3928209036493393072</id><published>2011-12-22T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:25:34.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'My christmas miracle was the christmas jars'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;centerville, ohio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My christmas miracle was the christmas jars I received on my front porch two night ago from an anonymous christmas angel! I am a single mother of 4 children and in October my youngest son was diagnosed with a very rare life threating disease called Dock 8 mutation. The only treatment currently being tried for these patients is a bone marrow transplant.  Due to the many appointments and with needing to be home more with my children I have been unable to work much these past few months. When I opened the door and saw these jars and the book christmas jars me and my son broke down and cried. We were so touched! My youngest son said while in tears "mommy people really love me and they are helping me". The christmas jars are a true christmas miracle and we are so grateful. The Centerville community have been so wonderful to me and my family during this difficult time. The community is beyond Amazing! Thanks again for bringing cheer and joy to are hearts. We are so grateful.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3928209036493393072?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3928209036493393072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3928209036493393072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3928209036493393072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-my-christmas.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;My christmas miracle was the christmas jars&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1577150118880472415</id><published>2011-12-22T10:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:24:46.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'As i sit here with tears in my eyes'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;oshkosh, wisconsin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sit here with tears in my eyes still, i am overjoyed and very appreciative!!! it's been a long and hard year (or a while more) for our family. we don't have much due to the fact that i only recieve social security because of a disability. i do not beg or ask for help really, even tough we could use it. the school social worker became aware of our struggles and has been helpful and supportive! i recieved a call from her today asking if she could stop by. of course...we received a christmas jar and the book just an hour or so ago..at a time when we really could use it!! my sons will have something for christmas this year and we too will pass on a christmas jar next year...so to our anonymous jar giver, we'd like to thank you and wish you a wonderful holiday season!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1577150118880472415?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1577150118880472415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-as-i-sit-here-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1577150118880472415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1577150118880472415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-as-i-sit-here-with.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;As i sit here with tears in my eyes&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1769818286034067262</id><published>2011-12-21T10:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:27:49.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I hope to make this a tradition'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ashtabula, Ohio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book "Christmas Jars" in January 2011. I asked my daughter if she would be interested in doing this with me, and she was. She asked her father to help us also. I have to admit, we weren't as consistant with putting the change into the jar as I had hoped we would be. But when we counted it there was over $50.00. We decided to use the money to purchase items for animals at our local Animal Protective League. This wonderful organization has been stretched to the limit lately. And humans aren't the only ones who need help or need to know someone cares. We felt good knowing that the cats and dogs would have treats and toys to play with. This experience has motivated us to be more disciplined in our "deposits" into our Christmas jar for the coming year. We hope to be able to fill more than one jar so we can help people as well as  the animals next year. I hope to make this a tradition that will be passed on for generations.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1769818286034067262?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1769818286034067262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-hope-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1769818286034067262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1769818286034067262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-hope-to-make.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I hope to make this a tradition&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3918333730261850732</id><published>2011-12-21T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T08:40:58.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fox Memphis: Young Mother Gets a Christmas Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="320" height="280" data="http://www.myfoxmemphis.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=11212"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.myfoxmemphis.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=11212" 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that there was someone who was thinking of them'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;New Philadelphia, Ohio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book last year but had actually heard about it the year before and started my jar then. Last year I prayed about who should receive our jar and a person was laid on my heart.I added to our jar a gift card to a local grocery store and several bills of various denominations. On the night of giving our jar we attend our church's annual Christmas dinner. The family who was going to receive our jar was there too. My husband and I left the party early so that we could deliver our jar. We had put it in a gift bag with lots of tissue paper and left it hanging on the door knob of their back door. I don't have any idea of their reaction and I am sorry to say that this Christmas the couple is preparing to divorce.I hope that "the jar" gave them the joy of knowing that there was someone who was thinking of them even though we had no idea of their struggles.We are preparing our jar for this year much the same way and we know who will receive it. A young girl who lives on our road whom we have not met but lost her boyfriend last year to a massive heart attack. She is new to this area without much family close by.My husband is suffering from a debilitating health problem but we plan to continue this new tradition.Since we don't buy gifts for each other,we give our "jar" as our gift.Merry Christmas&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4912398081985204028?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4912398081985204028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-hope-that-jar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4912398081985204028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4912398081985204028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-hope-that-jar.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I hope that &quot;the jar&quot; gave them the joy of knowing that there was someone who was thinking of them&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7886175291641705887</id><published>2011-12-19T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:19:39.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I really did not know that lose change could add up so fast'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After  reading your book, I decided to start my own Christmas Jar.  For a  whole year now I have been putting my lose change in a small jar and  then a larger jar and now as of today I had to go get a much larger jar (  I really did not know that lose change could add up so fast).  Tonight  is the night that I ‘m delivering my jar to a needed family.  I have  been looking forward to this night all year.  God has blessed my family  so much that this is a perfect way to help out this family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My God bless everyone who is taking up this charge and helping out your community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7886175291641705887?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7886175291641705887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-really-did-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7886175291641705887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7886175291641705887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-really-did-not.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I really did not know that lose change could add up so fast&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2807670927836264</id><published>2011-12-19T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:36:43.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'I have done 10 jars in the last 5 years'</title><content type='html'>Readers, I am delighted to share this very special Christmas Jars story. It's from an incredible man in Nevada who embraces the spirit of the Christmas Jar as well as anyone I've ever met. If I could have one wish, it would be that everyone believed in the magic of the jar as much as Daniel does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Henderson, Nevada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First of all, I was diagnosed as high functioning autistic at the age of 9, when the number of kids diagnosed was 1 in 10,000 high functioning. This meant I could do well academically, but socially I had trouble getting the courage to talk to  anyone.  The differences between me and those around me didn't make themseleves apparent to me at the time, but for many years before my parents saw them. Looking back on it, there were times that was so bad with social situations I didn't even want to say the teacher's name out of fear or ask to go to the bathroom because I thought they would say no. Despite this, I continued to accel in academics, kind of a "sport" you could say I competed in. As elementary school ended I started to get what we call fallouts. Many times I would get upset over times when everyone got punished for a few's mistakes. That said , I would cry in the corner holding those sentiments. Later on in middle and High School I would get that way still, but I would try to work it out with myself, and try to see it from the teacher's point of view. I needed my Dad less and less though he would still come to my progress meetings with special ed facilitators. As this time progressed, I saw the autism as a part of me, but I continued to progress enough until, when someone looked at me, they couldn't even tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Through all of this, something troubled my parents. Given what I had, and the difficulties with it, they wondered if I would ever graduate High school. From the get go, I proved many people wrong. The chance arose that I wouldn't have been able to live a very normal life. The social problems didn't deter me from graduating and in the end I was able to graduate with a 4.2 GPA and with an advanced diploma. Then came college. There were still things that I had to have accomodations for, like tests, but I didn't need that sometimes. It wasn't easy getting through some of these classes, but I got through them, and was able to in 4 years graduate from junior college with a 3.64 GPA, enough for high honors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was around the beginning of college that I started into the Christmas Jars program. I mentioned that it started out in a Sunday school class I was in. In my ability with math and like seeing how high some numbers get, I took on the challenge. In doing so, I wanted to make sure there wasn't a week without money going in it since it took the entire year to do. So with some benefits of the autism and the ability for me to care about some things more than maybe is necessary. I'm a little obsessive.  I kept going along with my classmates, inspiring someone else in our class to do one on her own. Since then I have done 10 jars in the last 5 years, splitting them evenly into two the first year, two the second year, four in the third year, and three in the fourth year. For this year I am planning on 5 jars, breaking my record of approximately $228.70. By the end of the year I should have $250, and in  raising enough next year I I hope to get a total of $1000 for all 6 years.  If there is any one thing that keeps me going is that it is something to do, and trips to the grocery store and the gas station get me out of the house.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2807670927836264?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2807670927836264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-have-done-10.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2807670927836264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2807670927836264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-i-have-done-10.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;I have done 10 jars in the last 5 years&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5307593405271152</id><published>2011-12-18T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:16:24.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I had no money coming in'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, December 18 I went to Church and&lt;br /&gt;found my Christmas Jar. It is so nice to know&lt;br /&gt;that someone is thinking of me this&lt;br /&gt;Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2008 my dad passed away suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;Then in 2009 my mom died in March. Then in&lt;br /&gt;May I lost my job and in June my ex-wife and&lt;br /&gt;I separated. It needless to say was a stressful&lt;br /&gt;beginning to my year. I am so glad that God&lt;br /&gt;brought me back to the Church. I had started&lt;br /&gt;going back in 2007 and it was the best day of&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all the year was bad. Since my job was&lt;br /&gt;leaving the country, I was eligible to go back&lt;br /&gt;to college and get my Associates Degree which&lt;br /&gt;I now have thanks to a June graduation. Since&lt;br /&gt;June I my unemployment had ran out and I&lt;br /&gt;had no money coming in at all. I was living on&lt;br /&gt;the money that I had received from my parents'&lt;br /&gt;life insurance policies. I have continued to look&lt;br /&gt;for work before I graduated and have had no luck&lt;br /&gt;finding a job until a week ago friday. A company&lt;br /&gt;said that they would hire me as a contract job&lt;br /&gt;for 6-8 months. Wow, thank you Lord!! The&lt;br /&gt;money was running out and I had began to&lt;br /&gt;worry about how I was going to pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in the Lord at the beginning of&lt;br /&gt;this part of my life and He is still there right&lt;br /&gt;in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5307593405271152?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5307593405271152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-had-no-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5307593405271152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5307593405271152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-had-no-money.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I had no money coming in&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5393507507704937635</id><published>2011-12-18T07:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:51:01.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'we parked near a homeless shelter'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boise, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, December 17, 2011 my wife and I set&lt;br /&gt;out to give away our Christmas Jar.  We prayed before&lt;br /&gt;leaving that we would find the receiver of our gift.&lt;br /&gt;As we drove downtown we were hoping to give it&lt;br /&gt;to a homeless family in great need.  We decided to&lt;br /&gt;drive around in the area where the homeless are&lt;br /&gt;usually gathered.  We parked near a homeless&lt;br /&gt;shelter and after waiting for about 20 minutes an&lt;br /&gt;older car drove up and parked near the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the drivers window and started a&lt;br /&gt;conversation with the occupants. I found out they&lt;br /&gt;were a homeless family of four waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;shelter to open so they could secure a place to&lt;br /&gt;stay for the night; it was going to be a cold night.&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I presented them with our Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jar.  They were so happy and appreciative!  I will&lt;br /&gt;never forget that joyous feeling of being able to&lt;br /&gt;help that family in their time of need.  We wished &lt;br /&gt;them a Merry Christmas and left seeing their&lt;br /&gt;hands waving and faces smiling. God bless&lt;br /&gt;them and all of you and may you all have a&lt;br /&gt;happy and fruitful new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - Next year's Christmas Jar is already&lt;br /&gt;receiving funds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5393507507704937635?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5393507507704937635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-we-parked-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5393507507704937635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5393507507704937635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-we-parked-near.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;we parked near a homeless shelter&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4170889508443489430</id><published>2011-12-17T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:18:15.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jars Story: 'When she received the Christmas Jar that night...she became richer then ever'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Layton, Utah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting in class in the middle of November my teacher Mrs. Denson mentioned the Christmas Jars. She told us that the book is about people who fill jars up with money and give them to people. I thought this was the coolest thing ever. The next day I heard my mom talking to&lt;br /&gt;my aunt Traci. I heard my aunt Traci sobbing and crying saying she had no money and she doesn't know how she is going to give my little cousin a Christmas. I was thinking about it for a while and I think God made this happen for a reason. Mrs. Denson's whole purpose for that day was to tell the class the story and for me to hear. My purpose for the next day was for me to hear my aunt Traci crying about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Monday I sat my family and told them about the Christmas Jars and read some stories on line and we were all touched. My thought on Christmas was already starting to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days and weeks went by the jar was already starting to get full of money. My mom came down stairs and announced that we are having a family party and Traci was coming. I was so excited! My jar was almost full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I put a penny or a quarter or whatever kind of change my thought on Christmas was changing and turning more into a spiritual season than a present season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the party finally came and I couldn't sleep the night before. I was so excited to change someone's life without knowing it would change mine. When my aunt got to my house I was going to die. I couldn't sit still. When my aunt finally started talking to everyone I snuck out side without anyone noticing me. Her door was locked so I had to sit it on her car and I went back inside. I just had this horrible feeling that she would not get it. Then all of a sudden my uncle asked her to unlock it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again god is helping me because this is meant to happen. My uncle had no idea about the jar and how much he helped me. That was his whole purpose of the day. When he went back inside I went out there and carefully snuck it in her car. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone finally left I was sitting there with my mom just waiting to get a call from my aunt, but there was nothing. All of a sudden she called. I was running around the house, jumping, screaming, and waiting for her to mention the jar to my mom. My aunt said nothing about it. My&lt;br /&gt;mom said her good bye and hung up. I was so disappointed. Then my mom's phone was ringing again. It was my aunt Traci! My aunt was sobbing. She told my mom that her heart was so hardened and now it was filled with such gratitude. She was asking if it was me but we told her it was a neighbor. She was so thankful for the letter I put in the bag. This is what the letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I was walking down the street you were on I saw you get out of the car. A very humble and sacred feeling came to me that I needed to give the jar to you instead of the family I was going to give it to. I hope this jar is a blessing to you in many ways. It's not much but it can help&lt;br /&gt;a little. Merry Christmas, and a happy new year, may next year be your best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Giver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called her the next day and said that my aunt said she is so thankful for the jar. My little cousin was asking for an iPod and there was no way my aunt could give it to her. That money helped her get the iPod. I have a totally new thought on Christmas now. I took the "mas" out&lt;br /&gt;of Christmas and made it the spirit of Christ instead of the spirit of Christmas. My life is now changed forever and so is my aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt used to be very, very rich, and was richer than ever. And she lost all of her money and was left with nothing but a little tiny house to live in. She is not used to not being able to buy expensive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she received the Christmas Jar that night...she became richer then ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4170889508443489430?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4170889508443489430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-when-she-received.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4170889508443489430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4170889508443489430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jars-story-when-she-received.html' title='Christmas Jars Story: &apos;When she received the Christmas Jar that night...she became richer then ever&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3821704751194396516</id><published>2011-12-17T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:07:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Louisville, Kentucky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third year receiving a Christmas jar!&lt;br /&gt;I am a single mom of 6 and this has been such&lt;br /&gt;a blessing to us at this time of year. I pray&lt;br /&gt;whoever is doing this will be blessed abundantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3821704751194396516?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3821704751194396516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/louisville-kentucky-this-is-my-third.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3821704751194396516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3821704751194396516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/louisville-kentucky-this-is-my-third.html' title=''/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5863539412832198553</id><published>2011-12-17T12:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:05:48.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'it couldn't have come at a better time.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Westerville,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family just received a Christmas jar tonight&lt;br /&gt;i would love to thank them with all our hearts it&lt;br /&gt;couldn't have come at a better time. our daughter is&lt;br /&gt;in the hospital fighting phenomena and we have her&lt;br /&gt;daughter our granddaughter with us for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't know what we were going to do for&lt;br /&gt;her. it couldn't have come at a better time, her&lt;br /&gt;Santa wishes will come true thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5863539412832198553?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5863539412832198553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-it-couldnt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5863539412832198553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5863539412832198553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-it-couldnt-have.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;it couldn&apos;t have come at a better time.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4844728746252534820</id><published>2011-12-17T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:59:29.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I noticed this jar with money in it'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Middleburg, Florida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my grandchildren with my daughter to&lt;br /&gt;a Christmas giveaway that they have at the&lt;br /&gt;fairgrounds and when I came out and was&lt;br /&gt;getting in my car I noticed this jar with money&lt;br /&gt;in it and me and my daughter looked at each&lt;br /&gt;other and I said oh my goodness thank you &lt;br /&gt;Lord for this blessing. We just couldn't believe&lt;br /&gt;this happened to us and are very thankful for&lt;br /&gt;and it encourages me to one next Christmas&lt;br /&gt;for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4844728746252534820?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4844728746252534820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-noticed-this-jar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4844728746252534820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4844728746252534820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-noticed-this-jar.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I noticed this jar with money in it&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7293221554377418537</id><published>2011-12-15T13:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:49:23.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'Your Christmas Jar Friend'</title><content type='html'>Woodbury, Tennessee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 18th of this year, my husband and I&lt;br /&gt;were blessed with a precious gift of a son. We&lt;br /&gt;knew beforehand that he was going to have some&lt;br /&gt;problems, specifically a cleft lip and palate.&lt;br /&gt;When he was born we were heartbroken to find&lt;br /&gt;out that Christian was blind. We were devastated,&lt;br /&gt;but as time went on and we learned to adjust the&lt;br /&gt;newness of a new family member and his special&lt;br /&gt;needs, God began opening our eyes to how much&lt;br /&gt;of a gift Christian really is. We were once saddened&lt;br /&gt;by the facts of his medical diagnoses, but now,&lt;br /&gt;although we still wish he didn't have them, we&lt;br /&gt;are more so just happy that he is here, he is healthy,&lt;br /&gt;and that God chose us to be his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, having a child with special needs&lt;br /&gt;entails extra time and expenses, so when my&lt;br /&gt;husband lost his job in August, we knew it was&lt;br /&gt;going to be a challenge to make ends meet,&lt;br /&gt;but we never worried, because we KNOW that&lt;br /&gt;God will always provide for our needs. After&lt;br /&gt;4 months, my husband finally found a job. It&lt;br /&gt;pays good, has a great benefits, and he has&lt;br /&gt;wanted to work there for years. God really did&lt;br /&gt;bless! But he won't get his first check until&lt;br /&gt;December 30th, so we were trying to figure&lt;br /&gt;out how to hold out until then. Today we found&lt;br /&gt;out how. Someone delivered a Christmas jar to&lt;br /&gt;my mom at her work to give to me, complete&lt;br /&gt;with a $50 gas card to help with the 60 mile&lt;br /&gt;trips we take to the closest children's hospital&lt;br /&gt;for my son's appointments. It also included&lt;br /&gt;enough change to pay the bills until he gets his&lt;br /&gt;check, the Christmas Jars book, and a card,&lt;br /&gt;signed only "Your Christmas Jar Friend".&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who decided to bless us with such&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful gift, but even if I never find out, I&lt;br /&gt;will be sure to thank them by paying it forward&lt;br /&gt;next Christmas!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7293221554377418537?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7293221554377418537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-your-christmas-jar_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7293221554377418537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7293221554377418537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-your-christmas-jar_15.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;Your Christmas Jar Friend&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1646439911524167686</id><published>2011-12-15T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T09:47:58.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I lost my mom the end of October'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I received a Christmas Jar at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mom the end of October, she and dad had lived with us and she truly was the matriarch of our family.. but suddenly she was gone. 10 days later.. I lost my job and I sit here at home though blessed with the birth of 2 grandchildren this year.. feeling lost broken hearted and in fear of what tomorrow will bring. But, through the heart of a distant friend, a Christmas jar found its way to my house and caused me to do some research since I had never heard about the Christmas Jars.. Today, though in tears.. the thought that someone cared enough to reach out to me has filled my heart with hope... hard to believe that a simple jar can reignite all that is good about life, friends and the holidays. May all that read this and the story of the Christmas jar feel a bit of what I feel at this moment.. the love that is around us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;LB &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1646439911524167686?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1646439911524167686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-lost-my-mom-end-of-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1646439911524167686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1646439911524167686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-lost-my-mom-end-of-october.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I lost my mom the end of October&apos;'/><author><name>Jason Wright</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04995709291962255156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://jasonfwright.com/IMAGES/jfwnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2373953160739743780</id><published>2011-12-12T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:53:08.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'A glimmer of hope from a mysterious angel.'</title><content type='html'>Corfu, NY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my Christmas Jar today, Dec 12, 2011. I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't feel more blessed. I'm a single mom with&lt;br /&gt;a 9 year old son. I lost my job in August and just&lt;br /&gt;went back to work in the middle of November.&lt;br /&gt;My bills fell behind and Christmas for my son was&lt;br /&gt;becoming a slim possibility. I am also in the&lt;br /&gt;beginning stages of trying to build a house thanks&lt;br /&gt;to a loan from my dad. My roof is falling down&lt;br /&gt;around me and to top it all off my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;recently passed away. Like everything else in&lt;br /&gt;my life I was beginning to feel hopeless and&lt;br /&gt;defeated. And then came the jar. A glimmer of&lt;br /&gt;hope from a mysterious angel. My son and I&lt;br /&gt;decided to put the jars contents towards the&lt;br /&gt;building of the house and were so touched by&lt;br /&gt;a "strangers"kindness that we've decided to&lt;br /&gt;start our own Christmas Jar to pass along next&lt;br /&gt;year. Thanks again to our anonymous angel&lt;br /&gt;should they happen to see this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2373953160739743780?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2373953160739743780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-glimmer-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2373953160739743780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2373953160739743780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-glimmer-of-hope.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;A glimmer of hope from a mysterious angel.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3722101282936164691</id><published>2011-12-11T16:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:41:25.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I want her to know that somebody notices her HARD work.'</title><content type='html'>Downingtown, PA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a women who moved here from a Scandinavian&lt;br /&gt;Country . She works many jobs to keep her kids fed&lt;br /&gt;and in clothes. The Dad isn't so much in the picture,&lt;br /&gt;so things are tight! She hasn't been home in 15 years&lt;br /&gt;and her parents haven't been able to make the trip&lt;br /&gt;over in six years! I know my jar will only put a small&lt;br /&gt;dent in the bills. But I want her to know somebody&lt;br /&gt;notices her HARD work, and just maybe it can help&lt;br /&gt;put aside a bit of stress this Christmas Season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3722101282936164691?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3722101282936164691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-want-her-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3722101282936164691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3722101282936164691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-want-her-to-know.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I want her to know that somebody notices her HARD work.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2583926895571018603</id><published>2011-12-11T11:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:23:38.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I came home from work and my husband had moved out'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Zimmerman, Mn.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been married for 7 yrs and on august&lt;br /&gt;12th I came home from work, and my husband&lt;br /&gt;had moved out. It was one month and 1/2 before&lt;br /&gt;our 8th Anniversary.  It was a total shock.  I went&lt;br /&gt;into a survival mode and immediately set up a&lt;br /&gt;garage sale to make some extra money.  Our rent&lt;br /&gt;at that time was 900.00 per month which I could&lt;br /&gt;not afford on my own. He did leave 600.00 in our&lt;br /&gt;checking acct.,and left all the furniture. He only&lt;br /&gt;took all his clothing,motorcycle,and tools.  I sold&lt;br /&gt;most of everything accumulated in our 7 years&lt;br /&gt;together.  I made 3000.00 dollars.  I was offered&lt;br /&gt;by an old friend and her husband to move in with&lt;br /&gt;them for 5oo.oo per month.  I paid them a 1000.00&lt;br /&gt;out of my moving sale.  In the mean time I still was&lt;br /&gt;paying the bills from where my husband and I&lt;br /&gt;lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked a lot on my wireless phone and to make a&lt;br /&gt;long story short, went over my minutes,  not&lt;br /&gt;realizing the amount it was adding up to.  I ended&lt;br /&gt;up paying around 900.00 total. Then where I&lt;br /&gt;moved,  after a couple of weeks I decided it was&lt;br /&gt;not going to work out living with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad because my friend and her husband&lt;br /&gt;financially did need some help. I do believe God&lt;br /&gt;was looking after me because I found a mobile&lt;br /&gt;home for sale for only 3000.00 . I told my&lt;br /&gt;friends to keep the other 500.00 because of them&lt;br /&gt;offering me to rent with them.  The rest of my&lt;br /&gt;money, like I said before was to live on and&lt;br /&gt;pay previous bills. Someone who I cannot&lt;br /&gt;mention his name,borrowed me the 3000.00&lt;br /&gt;to get the mobile home.  When I went to pay&lt;br /&gt;for the mobile home,the mobile park had said&lt;br /&gt;they needed 400.00 damage deposit for the&lt;br /&gt;lot plus 290.00 for the lot rent. well the person&lt;br /&gt;that was selling the mobile home, said that&lt;br /&gt;they would only charge me 2600.00 for the&lt;br /&gt;trailer, so that I didn't have to worry about&lt;br /&gt;the lot damage. In the meantime I knew when&lt;br /&gt;I got this I would really be living on a tight&lt;br /&gt;budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  about the money can.. I came home from&lt;br /&gt;work and there was a Christmas bag on my&lt;br /&gt;steps.  I picked it up and thought somebody left&lt;br /&gt;me a heavy candle. I opened!  I it up, and started&lt;br /&gt;crying.  Someone is really looking after me.  I&lt;br /&gt;cried several times during the day, also read&lt;br /&gt;The money jar and cried again.  I am crying&lt;br /&gt;now typing this letter, because that gift from&lt;br /&gt;some unknown person, really is making me&lt;br /&gt;think about life differently.  There are people&lt;br /&gt;out in the world that are much worse off then&lt;br /&gt;I am.  I at least am thankful that I have 2 part&lt;br /&gt;time jobs,  and some very dear family and&lt;br /&gt;friends that are there for me when I need&lt;br /&gt;them. I am starting today, to put my change&lt;br /&gt;in a jar,  for someone else to experience what&lt;br /&gt;did, when I received my Money Jar which&lt;br /&gt;amounted 92.00,  that I put in the bank to&lt;br /&gt;pay another bill.  Thank-you very much&lt;br /&gt;mystery friend, you opened my eyes up to&lt;br /&gt;how good life really is.  Everybody that was&lt;br /&gt;there for me,  I can never repay them for&lt;br /&gt;their tremendous help,I truly thank you&lt;br /&gt;from my heart,  and I will always pledge&lt;br /&gt;to do a money jar,  starting now.&lt;br /&gt;thanks,so much......Debbie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2583926895571018603?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2583926895571018603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-came-home-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2583926895571018603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2583926895571018603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-came-home-from.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I came home from work and my husband had moved out&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8751886573668263811</id><published>2011-12-09T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:25:34.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: ' Thank you for redirecting our intentions'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ottoville&lt;/span&gt;, OH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished The Christmas Jars in late November this year.&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful book that has made me rethink Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Giving should be at the top of our list.  So we made an&lt;br /&gt;Advent wreath this year with 3 purple and 1 pink candle.&lt;br /&gt;We are lighting the candles designated each night while&lt;br /&gt;the wreath sits atop a love table(purchased on our&lt;br /&gt;honeymoon 11 years ago).  In the center of the wreath,&lt;br /&gt;on the table, is our Christmas Jar.  My 7 and 9 year old&lt;br /&gt;daughters discuss nightly who will get our Jar, what&lt;br /&gt;they will do with the money, how happy they will be.&lt;br /&gt;It is so exciting for them to help others.  We do not&lt;br /&gt;yet know who it will go to. God will lead us to where&lt;br /&gt;it belongs.  The expectation is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;. As should&lt;br /&gt;be our expectation of our Lords birth.  Thank you for&lt;br /&gt;re-directing our intentions this and every future&lt;br /&gt;Christmas season.  God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8751886573668263811?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8751886573668263811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-thank-you-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8751886573668263811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8751886573668263811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-thank-you-for.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos; Thank you for redirecting our intentions&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5892013339784206929</id><published>2011-12-08T10:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:10:52.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I will never forget this special gift'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Selden, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a single mom, working three jobs to make ends&lt;br /&gt;meet. Recent auto repairs and other unexpected&lt;br /&gt;expenses, have made Christmas for my family&lt;br /&gt;almost non-existent. I was feeling as though there&lt;br /&gt;was no hope until an angel left my miracle jar. It&lt;br /&gt;was given to me at work, delivered anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I received the jar, I knew that&lt;br /&gt;there is hope. It was not the money, but the comfort&lt;br /&gt;and love I felt and I knew that I am not alone. I will&lt;br /&gt;be eternally grateful to my angel and this special&lt;br /&gt;miracle. I will never forget this special gift.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5892013339784206929?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5892013339784206929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-will-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5892013339784206929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5892013339784206929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-i-will-never-forget.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I will never forget this special gift&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1950374057909457463</id><published>2011-12-05T18:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:04:40.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'we noticed something wrong with the refrigerator'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Riverton, UT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year of our lives, has been one of complete&lt;br /&gt;humility.  We were always the family who served,&lt;br /&gt;who donated, who helped out when no one else&lt;br /&gt;could. When the economy took a nose dive, my&lt;br /&gt;husband had to leave a business he had help&lt;br /&gt;create to keep it alive.  We obtained a new job&lt;br /&gt;after 9 months at 1/4 of the pay.  With 5 children,&lt;br /&gt;4 teenagers and a college student, we were are&lt;br /&gt;at the most expensive stage of our married life&lt;br /&gt;and starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a job, I absolutely love, however the pay&lt;br /&gt;and hours are not enough.  So with 2  incomes,&lt;br /&gt;our basement apartment rented out we still are&lt;br /&gt;short each month by almost 1/2.  Trimming the&lt;br /&gt;budget to the bare bones, depleting all our savings,&lt;br /&gt;cashing in our 401K &amp;amp; receiving help from family&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as a last resort, ecclesiastical help.  We are doing&lt;br /&gt;everything in our power to keep life as normal as&lt;br /&gt;possible as to not bring doom and gloom into out&lt;br /&gt;children's minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  this Sunday evening, After eating dinner we&lt;br /&gt;noticed something wrong with the Refrigerator -&lt;br /&gt;It was not working, luckily we live in Utah where&lt;br /&gt;it is cold, and we started piling our food into the&lt;br /&gt;cold garage, to safe as much as we can.  As a family&lt;br /&gt;we sat down to watch a broadcast of  the Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Devotional given by the first Presidency of the LDS&lt;br /&gt;Church, We heard a knock at the door and found&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas Jar and your book.  I will be honest,&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed that I was being given this&lt;br /&gt;generous gift, yet it could not have come at a better&lt;br /&gt;moment, seeing as I was just worrying as to how&lt;br /&gt;we were going to fix the fridge.  I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;thank that family who felt the Spirit and shared&lt;br /&gt;the Light of Christ with us this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to pay it forward in the future.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1950374057909457463?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1950374057909457463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-we-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1950374057909457463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1950374057909457463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-we-noticed.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;we noticed something wrong with the refrigerator&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2384689202411097159</id><published>2011-12-05T10:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:57:05.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'many people lost their homes.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Mandan, ND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 6 year old daughter and 4 year old son worked&lt;br /&gt;hard to "make" a Christmas jar this year. We had&lt;br /&gt;a thousands of houses flood in our area this&lt;br /&gt;summer and many people lost their homes. We&lt;br /&gt;decided to give our jar to a retired couple who lost&lt;br /&gt;their home to the flood. The kids took the jar to&lt;br /&gt;them on Thanksgiving day, handed the jar to&lt;br /&gt;them and promptly chirped "This is so you can&lt;br /&gt;buy a new house." I was very proud of my children&lt;br /&gt;that day and hope it makes them feels as good as&lt;br /&gt;it did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already started our next Christmas jar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2384689202411097159?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2384689202411097159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-many-people-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2384689202411097159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2384689202411097159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-many-people-lost.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;many people lost their homes.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7540554381956672424</id><published>2011-12-02T18:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:48:23.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We knwe the jar was for her.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Wichita, Kansas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband read the book after watching the&lt;br /&gt;author on TV. He gave me the book to read. I got&lt;br /&gt;transformed in such way that I took it to my work&lt;br /&gt;and shared it with lot of people, especially with the&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday study group women I attend. I told them&lt;br /&gt;I want to start this project this year. By then it was&lt;br /&gt;summer time of 2011. They agree to do it as a group.&lt;br /&gt;Every meeting we brought our change collected&lt;br /&gt;during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came to decide who will be the person in&lt;br /&gt;need to bring the jar. We mentioned different&lt;br /&gt;people as potential receivers. One lady in the group&lt;br /&gt;knew that one of us  in our group was passing some&lt;br /&gt;struggles but she was quiet but after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;more things happened to her. When we learned&lt;br /&gt;about her situation, we knew the jar was for her.&lt;br /&gt;The awesome detail was that when we were sharing&lt;br /&gt;about our potential individual or family, she was&lt;br /&gt;asking me if I knew a family from a program I lead,&lt;br /&gt;that was in need. So she was thinking about others&lt;br /&gt;when she was in such struggle. That really breaks&lt;br /&gt;my heart. I'm so glad she was chosen. We put the&lt;br /&gt;money in a special box with the book at her desk&lt;br /&gt;when she left her desk to go for lunch. I had to do&lt;br /&gt;a TV program that day so I was not in the office&lt;br /&gt;when she came back. All that I know was that when&lt;br /&gt;I call her on the phone to let her know that I was&lt;br /&gt;running late for one of my class I teach, her voice&lt;br /&gt;was like she has been crying but trying to control&lt;br /&gt;herself because she is the receptionist. We couldn't&lt;br /&gt;wait until the week of Christmas because we felt&lt;br /&gt;we had to move quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dec. 2, 2011 I'm sending a news release to&lt;br /&gt;the media, sharing about our Christmas Jars&lt;br /&gt;project. I want to inspire other organizations to do&lt;br /&gt;the same we did. I found it is a very easy way to&lt;br /&gt;help others and bring hope when it seems there&lt;br /&gt;is no light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you for this so inspiring book. This little&lt;br /&gt;book is a bomb! I took a picture of our jar if you&lt;br /&gt;would like to see it. (I think you will need to add a&lt;br /&gt;box for photos :)) Next week we are going to take&lt;br /&gt;a picture of the group with the jar to have a good&lt;br /&gt;memory of a begining of this project of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7540554381956672424?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7540554381956672424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-12211-506-pm-elizabeth-brunscheen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7540554381956672424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7540554381956672424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-12211-506-pm-elizabeth-brunscheen.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We knwe the jar was for her.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2406286056550305681</id><published>2011-12-02T18:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:14:09.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story:'we have now started operation Christmas jar'</title><content type='html'>Riverside, Ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: I was given a copy from a co-worker, it changed&lt;br /&gt;our lives! we have now started operation Christmas jar&lt;br /&gt;to ensure all of our neighbors and community have a true&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, my 5 yr old was recently given some money&lt;br /&gt;when asked what she would spend it on, toys , candy ?&lt;br /&gt;she replied that she wanted to put it in the jar for&lt;br /&gt;children who might not have a Christmas! From the&lt;br /&gt;mouth of babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR YOUR AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;BOOK, A TRUE BLESSING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2406286056550305681?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2406286056550305681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-storywe-have-now-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2406286056550305681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2406286056550305681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-storywe-have-now-started.html' title='Christmas Jar Story:&apos;we have now started operation Christmas jar&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4731510389713096834</id><published>2011-11-29T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T09:43:36.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'all we could see was change, but inside was a very large roll of bills!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My  name is Kimberly, my husband is Joel and our ten year old  daughter is Jadyn.  Joel will be 47 years old in a few weeks.  We live  in Fort Wayne, Indiana.  I'd like to give you a little bit of our  background for the last two years before I share our Christmas Jar  experience with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joel  was diagnosed with an uncommon form of melanoma cancer on August 6,  2009 and at that time was only 44 years old.  This is a skin cancer, but  in rare instances in can just occur inside a body, in a lymph node.   This is what happened to Joel.  This is an aggressive cancer which  spreads rapidly.  At this time Joel was diagosed at stage 2 (out of 4  stages, with 4 being terminal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To make a VERY long story as short as possible, Joel went through several surgeries, one being a &lt;em&gt;"modified radical neck dissection"&lt;/em&gt;  which was absolutely horrible.  The doctors weren't sure what to do  after that so Joel was put on an aggressive treatment called  Interferon.  This is given to HIV patients when there is nothing else to  treat them with.  It is supposed to help ones immune system "gear up"  and fight the cancer itself.  It makes a person terribly sick, and the  treatment lasts an entire year.  We though Joel was going to die many  times because he was so ill from this treatment.  Unfortunately, five  months later the cancer had spread to three places in his brain.  The  Interferon didn't help.  They then gave Joel "full brain radiation" &lt;em&gt;and told us to wait&lt;/em&gt;.  Joel became more and more ill and began having unexplainable "spells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We  took it upon ourselves to contact the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN and  drove up there to see if they could help us at all.  Joel's driving  priviledges were taken away because of the brain tumors and possiblity  of seizures (which he was having minor ones and we didn't realize it at  the time).  At the Mayo, after many tests, they determined that they  could surgically remove two of the three tumors.  They would cut his  skull in two places, remove the tumors along with as little brain matter  as possible, and then sew him up.  Then about a week or two later they  would perform gamma-knife radiation on the third tumor because it was in  an area which could possibly cause permanent damage to Joel if they  tried to surgically remove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Around  5 pm on a Thursday we were told about the possibility of brain  surgery.  One of the country's best brain surgeons "happened" to have a  cancellation the next morning at 6 am.  Joel had to make a decision that  night by 7 pm so the arrangements could be made and tests could be done  .  We prayed about it, felt the Lord's peace that transcends all  understanding, and Joel decided to go ahead and have the brain surgery.   We had no family with us (except our daughter), no friends in the  entire state, we were four states away from home, and yet we were calm  and collected.  We know that was from God, and that the Lord was with  us, we felt Him continuously throughout this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We  made a total of six trips to the Mayo Clinic within the next twelve  months (which was from March/April 2010 to March/April 2010).  It was an  incredibly difficult and enormously stressful time for the three of  us.  We not only had the cancer to deal with but insurance "situations,"  soc sec to deal with, crucial financial difficulties, and more.  Joel's  cancer continued to spread over the next year.  Gamma-knife radiation  was performed at the Mayo two additional times.  Joel was also put on a  chemotherapy "pill" called Temodar which gets into the brain easier than  IV chemo does.  During that year Joel had times of feeling very well,  and other times of feeling very sick.  But no matter how he felt, we  trusted in Jesus Christ completely and knew that He was in control.   During these trying times we wanted to take every opportunity to teach  our daughter how to react during trials and tribulations that life  brings.  How to react according to scripture, so that she will be better  able to deal with problems in life more appropriately when she is  older.  Believe me, the Lord brought us many teachable moments in the  last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During the  January 2011 and March/April 2011 trips to the Mayo, Joel's cancer  began spreading even more rapidly.  We continued to trust in the  Almighty God and He blessed us tremendously during this time.  Because  by this time all of our resources were gone (savings, 401K, etc.) we had  to trust in the Lord for His constant provision.  And He provided for  every single one of our needs!  He never left us nor forsook us.  Joel  now had this cancer in about 25 places all over inside his body.  Joel  was changed to&lt;em&gt; "stage 4 terminal." &lt;/em&gt;We continued praying for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We  were told by the Mayo doctors about a brand new medication that was not  even approved by the FDA for use in the USA yet.  It was specifically  for those with melanoma cancer that had spread to the brain, and it was  called Yervoy.  It was incredibly expensive and we were not certain if  our insurance would cover it.  The cost was approximately $125,000.00  for four treatments.  Yes, that's only four IV treatments over a twelve  week period of time.  It was approved for use in the USA on April 11,  2011 and Joel received the first treatment on April 28, 2011.  Joel was  the first person in Fort Wayne to receive this treatment!  We were told  he was the first in Indiana to receive it, and definitely among the  first in the USA to receive Yervoy!  We were on the local news several  times and even though it was exciting, it was also overwhelming.  We  gave God the glory constantly during this time, on the news, during the  interviews for the story on the oncology website, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joels  last Yervoy treatment was on June 30, 2011.  He had a full body PET  scan on July 28, 2011 to see if it had shrunk any of the tumors inside  his body.  We hoped and prayed that at least some of them would be gone,  or smaller at least.  On August 4, 2011 (exactly two years to the date  from his first surgery to remove the inital lump that we found) we were  given the results of this PET scan.  The oncologist could find NO CANCER  anywhere in Joel's body!! None!!  Joel was in remission!  This was  totally unexpected by anybody, even the medical professionals!!  We  praise the Lord for this miracle!  We truly believe this is a miracle  from Above!  This is the miracle we prayed for!  And even though the  doctors say Joel is still considered "stage 4 terminal" and that will  not change.  They tell us the cancer returned in 2 or 3 months during  the clinical trials and was even more aggressive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We  were on such an emotional roller-coaster ride during the past two years  and so many things happened that it's impossible to mention them all in  this email.  Good things were brought to us from Jesus, like our church  family.  They helped and provided for us (and continue to do so) like  we've never seen before!  The "church body" is truly alive and well in  Fort Wayne, Indiana!  Other negative things happened also, really  stressful things.  One example is that our health insurance was  terminated FOUR times in this calendar year, and never once due to our  error.  Every time was due to errors by the insurance company.  They  reinstated us every time, but oh, the problems that were caused.   Especially when Joel had difficulty getting his seizure medications  filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, now on with our Christmas Jar experience. One  thing we were very worried about was Christmas last year.  We had no  money left.  We didn't know where we'd get money for our bills or  groceries, etc.  Joel was on Soc Sec Disability Income and I had to quit  my job to care for him and for Jadyn.  We depended on Christ daily for  all things: food, mortgage payments, gasoline, etc.  And we still depend  on Him for all things.  We trusted that He would provide something for  Christmas for our daughter Jadyn.  Joel and I haven't exchanged  Christmas gifts much at all since Jadyn was born.  So we weren't worried  about us, just about her having some gifts to open on Christmas  morning.  We've always taught Jadyn the real meaning of Christmas, about  Christ's birth, and yet we wanted her to have gifts also.  We have  family and friends in the area and had faith that God would provide,  through them, for Jadyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;About  a week before Christmas Joel got a phone call to look outside our front  door.  It was cold and the ground was covered in quite a bit of snow.  On the doorstep was a package.  Inside was a Christmas Jar and the  book.  We were astonished because we had not heard of this before (later  on I realized that I had heard of this years ago).  Being the normal  humans that we are, we first counted the money in the jar.  At first all  we could see was the change, but inside was a very large rolls of  bills!  There was over $700 in that quart sized jar!  Yes, there was!!  We were stunned!  We cried and got on our knees thanking our Heavenly  Father above for this tremendous blessing!  Later on both Joel and I  read the book.  I cried, of course.  What an endearing story, what a  fantastic thing that was done for us!  And what a wonderful thing we can  do for others in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It  seemed so unreal, we remained in shock for awhile!  That someone would  do this for us was mind-boggling!  We have not to this day, discovered  who gave us this Christmas Jar.  We don't want to know either.  It's  such a wonderful thing to do for others.  We did buy some Christmas  gifts, but didn't want to "squander" any of the money the Lord provided  for us.  We wanted to be good stewards.  We saved some, but we also  anonymously provided some Christmas gifts to two single mom's at our  church (and their kids).  We paid some smaller medical bills with some  of it, too!  We anonymously helped another family, also.  It felt SO  GOOD to be helping others for once, to be on the giving end and not the  receiving end!!  God is so incredible!  He has blessed us enormously in  so many ways during this difficult time, and the Christmas Jar was so  HUGE!  It touched our hearts so deeply.  We were very humbled knowing  that someone (probably a group of people) went to this much effort for  us, the little ol' Saunders family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After  the holidays we then began saving our change in the Christmas Jar so  that we could "pass it forward" to someone else this year.  We've had to  turn the change into bills a few times, and the jar is again almost  filled to the top.  We have encouraged Jadyn to put her extra change  into the jar whenever possible.  We have been praying for God to let us  know who He would like us to anonymously deliver this Christmas jar to.   We have someone in particular in mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jason,  we humbly thank you for the story of the Christmas Jars.  Thank you,  Heavenly Father, for loving us so much!  Thank you also for listening to  our story.  Again, we give God all the glory for all good things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4731510389713096834?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4731510389713096834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-all-we-could-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4731510389713096834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4731510389713096834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-all-we-could-see.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;all we could see was change, but inside was a very large roll of bills!&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-6241938007893887014</id><published>2011-11-20T18:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:20:48.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I have just finished your story'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Frankfort, IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: I have just finished your story, The Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jars. What a beautiful story.  My son, Anthony, died&lt;br /&gt;from suicide 5 years ago. I belong to a Bereaved&lt;br /&gt;Parents Group in Crawfordsville, IN.  I am going&lt;br /&gt;to give each member of this group a jar with your&lt;br /&gt;book for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.  Doris&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-6241938007893887014?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/6241938007893887014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/frankfort-in-story-i-have-just-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6241938007893887014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/6241938007893887014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/frankfort-in-story-i-have-just-finished.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I have just finished your story&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1818345636912961033</id><published>2011-11-18T17:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:57:35.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Christmas Jar Story:'The little girl said I was her angel'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Alaska:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am originally from California but I came here to&lt;br /&gt;Sitka, Alaska to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first December was so rough for me because&lt;br /&gt;of the Christmas holiday.It was hard because I&lt;br /&gt;missed my family back in California; I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;anyone here; it was also my birthday, and I only&lt;br /&gt;had enough money to pay for rent for the month.&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry. All I thought about was how I was&lt;br /&gt;going to get food that day or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really amazing happened to me on&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve. I was depressed so I decided&lt;br /&gt;to go for a walk. It was night and it was pouring&lt;br /&gt;down rain. I was walking, a car stopped beside&lt;br /&gt;me. I turned around to look and a little girl got&lt;br /&gt;out of the car and told me, I have a gift for you.&lt;br /&gt;"My glasses were wet and I could hardly see. I&lt;br /&gt;replied, "What is it?" She said, "It's a gift. Merry&lt;br /&gt;Christmas."  She said again, "I have a gift for you"&lt;br /&gt;and I said "What is it?"She walked up to me and&lt;br /&gt;handed me a jar. The little girl turned around&lt;br /&gt;and walked back to the car. She opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Before she got in, she looked at me and then&lt;br /&gt;pointed at me and said, "Mom, that's my angel."&lt;br /&gt;The little girl got in the car and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and the jar was painted with Christmas&lt;br /&gt;trees so I could not really see it. I kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;The jar was heavy so I decided to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I set the jar down. I opened it&lt;br /&gt;and looked at what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a jar full of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said I was her angel. In reality, she was mine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1818345636912961033?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1818345636912961033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storythe-little-girl-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1818345636912961033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1818345636912961033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storythe-little-girl-said.html' title='&apos;Christmas Jar Story:&apos;The little girl said I was her angel&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4236525610526727391</id><published>2011-11-17T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:38:57.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We all piled in the car to deliver it'</title><content type='html'>Anchorage, Alaska :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2010 was our first Christmas Jar and now we&lt;br /&gt;are so excited to deliver our 2011 jar. My family saved&lt;br /&gt;change for most of the year and then I decorated&lt;br /&gt;a big jar with Christmas ribbon, decals...we&lt;br /&gt;attached an angel with a bit about the Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jar and included a copy of the book with our jar.&lt;br /&gt;A few days before we were to deliver our jar our&lt;br /&gt;friends started asking if they could drop their&lt;br /&gt;change off to us to include in our jar-we were&lt;br /&gt;so thrilled.  We rolled coins several evenings&lt;br /&gt;and ended up with well over $300.00 in our&lt;br /&gt;jar!  It was so heavy we decided to cash in the&lt;br /&gt;coins and filled our jar with paper cash-it was&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the jar and the book in a lovely gift&lt;br /&gt;bag and all piled in the car to deliver it. &lt;br /&gt;While a fiend ran up to the door we all&lt;br /&gt;ducked down so that the recipient would&lt;br /&gt;not see us (slight chance she may have&lt;br /&gt;recognized one or two of us).  It was so &lt;br /&gt;exciting to make this anonymous delivery&lt;br /&gt;as I know this family could truly use the&lt;br /&gt;blessing of this gift. The thrill and joy our&lt;br /&gt;family has gained from this simple act of&lt;br /&gt;giving is unmatched. I know this tradition&lt;br /&gt;will be an everlasting one in my family.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4236525610526727391?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4236525610526727391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/anchorage-alaska-december-2010-was-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4236525610526727391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4236525610526727391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/anchorage-alaska-december-2010-was-our.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We all piled in the car to deliver it&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7819551910296655100</id><published>2011-11-16T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:04:56.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Syory: 'We were both crying by the end of counting the money'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Clinton Township, MI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just over a year ago that my husband&lt;br /&gt;and I found out that our second child had&lt;br /&gt;a chormosome defect known as Trisomy 18.&lt;br /&gt;This is fatal to anyone who has it.  The&lt;br /&gt;chances of our little girl even being born&lt;br /&gt;alive were 40%.  If she made it through&lt;br /&gt;a live birth, more than likely she would die&lt;br /&gt;within the first 5 days of her life.  There&lt;br /&gt;was only a 5-10% chance that if she made&lt;br /&gt;the live birth that she would live until&lt;br /&gt;she was one.  This devistated my family.&lt;br /&gt;Here it was coming upon a season of&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving and also the spirit of&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and we had little to be joyful&lt;br /&gt;about.  Instead of dreaming how different&lt;br /&gt;our family would be in a year at these times,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the last time of these holidays as&lt;br /&gt;a family of three, we were planning on&lt;br /&gt;where to bury our daughter, where&lt;br /&gt;to have her funeral, and playing the&lt;br /&gt;"waiting" game to see what would&lt;br /&gt;happen with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I were wondering at&lt;br /&gt;this time, "How can we afford a funeral&lt;br /&gt;when we are just living pay check to pay&lt;br /&gt;check?"  We were making ends meet, but&lt;br /&gt;it was rough.  It was overwhelming to me,&lt;br /&gt;but I had to remain calm because I wanted&lt;br /&gt;our daughter to have a fighting chance at&lt;br /&gt;life and I couldn't get too stressed out. It&lt;br /&gt;was the Sunday before Christmas.  My&lt;br /&gt;husband, son and I were coming&lt;br /&gt;home from church and Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;We were pulling around to our condo&lt;br /&gt;and I noticed that there was a package&lt;br /&gt;by our front door.  After we got upstairs&lt;br /&gt;to our condo (we live on the second floor&lt;br /&gt;one), I asked my husband to go downstairs&lt;br /&gt;to get the package. When my husband came&lt;br /&gt;back upstairs with the package, he was&lt;br /&gt;grubbling that it was heavy and probably&lt;br /&gt;a candle that we would never use that the&lt;br /&gt;neighbors left us.  It was right after lunch&lt;br /&gt;and I just put our son down for a nap when&lt;br /&gt;I decided to look in the bag.  I am not a big&lt;br /&gt;fan of candles so I was in no hurry to open&lt;br /&gt;the bag. Curiosity got the best of me.  I went&lt;br /&gt;and pulled the tissue away and I gasped.  I&lt;br /&gt;asked my husband if he actually looked into&lt;br /&gt;the bag to see the candle.  He told me no he&lt;br /&gt;hadn't.  I told him to come over to the bag.&lt;br /&gt;He came slowly, asking me if it was a scent&lt;br /&gt;that I would like.  I told him to open it up and&lt;br /&gt;take it out of the bag.  When he looked in the&lt;br /&gt;bag his eyes got really big. He took out this&lt;br /&gt;large Mason jar full of coins, mostly silver,&lt;br /&gt;and we could see bills tucked in here and&lt;br /&gt;there.  I started crying.  He was just amazed.&lt;br /&gt;We opened the rest of the present and there&lt;br /&gt;was the book, The Christmas Jars, in the bag&lt;br /&gt;also.  I sat down and started reading it right&lt;br /&gt;away.  We didn't open the jar until later that&lt;br /&gt;night.  We were afraid to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we put our son to bed, we decided&lt;br /&gt;to open the jar.  I had finished the book&lt;br /&gt;by this time and had told my husband&lt;br /&gt;the meaning behind it.  Of course we&lt;br /&gt;searched the gift bag, tissue paper, jar,&lt;br /&gt;book, anything to find out who had given&lt;br /&gt;us this. (We did find a button in the jar, but&lt;br /&gt;that is still a mystery.)  We dumped the jar&lt;br /&gt;on our living room floor. My husband&lt;br /&gt;decided to count the bills, I started on&lt;br /&gt;the coins.  We were both crying by the end&lt;br /&gt;of counting the money.  We were in shock.&lt;br /&gt;We had enough money plus a little extra to&lt;br /&gt;pay for our daughter's casket.  I am forever&lt;br /&gt;grateful to whoever gave us this jar.  You&lt;br /&gt;helped us in a time when we didn't know&lt;br /&gt;how we were going to buy our daughter a&lt;br /&gt;casket for a funeral we planned 4 months&lt;br /&gt;in advanced.  Everytime we think of who it&lt;br /&gt;could be, we think of at least ten more&lt;br /&gt;people.  We have given up trying to figure it&lt;br /&gt;all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter did not make it to a live birth.&lt;br /&gt;She was stillborn at 37 weeks.  She was&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, but I know that she is in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;with Jesus free from her chromosome defect.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to give our own Christmas Jar&lt;br /&gt;in memory of her. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7819551910296655100?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7819551910296655100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-syory-we-were-both-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7819551910296655100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7819551910296655100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-syory-we-were-both-crying.html' title='Christmas Jar Syory: &apos;We were both crying by the end of counting the money&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8962650538206837248</id><published>2011-11-16T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:53:12.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We decided to make this a Christmas tradition'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Pittsburgh, PA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I read the book 3 years ago, we started&lt;br /&gt;our jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are grown and God has been very good&lt;br /&gt;to all of us. We decided to make this a Christmas&lt;br /&gt;tradition. Every Christmas when they all come to&lt;br /&gt;my house among their gifts is a coffee can with the&lt;br /&gt;words Christmas Jar printed on it. Each family&lt;br /&gt;takes the jar home and starts filling it. I let them&lt;br /&gt;know ahead of time that at Thanksgiving dinner&lt;br /&gt;we will be picking families we feel are in need of&lt;br /&gt;the jars. After dinner we discuss who will receive&lt;br /&gt;the jars. My youngest granddaughter is 11 and&lt;br /&gt;loves going to place the jars at peoples doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass out 3 jars each year, and if we don't&lt;br /&gt;have enough names we get one from the church.&lt;br /&gt;That is our Christmas Tradition and we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8962650538206837248?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8962650538206837248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-we-decided-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8962650538206837248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8962650538206837248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-we-decided-to-make.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We decided to make this a Christmas tradition&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8775720451013942707</id><published>2011-11-15T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:43:33.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story:'She showed me the bill'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Downey, CA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started saving coins in a canning jar in August,&lt;br /&gt;2010.  By November it was full so I started another. &lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve I had 1 full jar and 1 1/2 full jar. &lt;br /&gt;Unhappy with that I went to my credit union,&lt;br /&gt;poured all the coins into their counter and it came&lt;br /&gt;to a total of $42.18.  I took that cash, put it in a red&lt;br /&gt;envelope and left it on the door step of my neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;The next day, Christmas Day I took over a tray of&lt;br /&gt;cookies to the same neighbor and she told me about&lt;br /&gt;the "special gift" she found on her door step.  She&lt;br /&gt;wept and said "Now I can pay my light bill."  She&lt;br /&gt;showed me the bill - in the amount of $42.18.  I feel&lt;br /&gt;very blessed to have seen this wonderful miracle! &lt;br /&gt;Who knew that my change could be just what my&lt;br /&gt;neighbor needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8775720451013942707?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8775720451013942707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storyshe-showed-me-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8775720451013942707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8775720451013942707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storyshe-showed-me-bill.html' title='Christmas Jar Story:&apos;She showed me the bill&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2172200988229301953</id><published>2011-11-15T11:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:35:35.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'They have been trying to catch up'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Syracuse, Utah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago my daughter and son-in-law&lt;br /&gt;went through a financial disaster.  They have&lt;br /&gt;been trying to catch up as they pay monumental&lt;br /&gt;medical bills and other bills which pile up.  They&lt;br /&gt;are the most giving, positive people we know&lt;br /&gt;and always are looking for ways to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;My wife has stage four metastatic breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;and my daughter and her family have constantly&lt;br /&gt;reached out to us at a time when they need so&lt;br /&gt;much help themselves. They have loved and&lt;br /&gt;cared for us in ways that would make any parent&lt;br /&gt;proud. This year my wife and I decided to give&lt;br /&gt;our Christmas Jar to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have saved and saved all year to surprise&lt;br /&gt;one person and give them hope.  We have&lt;br /&gt;helped them along the way but this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jar will bring additional hope and a spirit of&lt;br /&gt;love for a family so much in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have given your book to so many&lt;br /&gt;hoping they might look for ways to help&lt;br /&gt;someone else and give them the light&lt;br /&gt;and spirit of Christmas.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2172200988229301953?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2172200988229301953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-they-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2172200988229301953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2172200988229301953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-they-have-been.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;They have been trying to catch up&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3408113370280257780</id><published>2011-11-15T11:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:10:53.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story:'due to the circumstances, the last two were given before Christmas'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Acworth, GA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 3d year giving a Christmas Jar; however,&lt;br /&gt;due to the circumstances, the last two were given&lt;br /&gt;before Christmas.  In 2010, a father with children&lt;br /&gt;was separating, looking for a new home for himself&lt;br /&gt;and his children, and needing money while making&lt;br /&gt;these life changes.  My jar was still small but it did&lt;br /&gt;help in a trying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the jar went early again, this time to a&lt;br /&gt;man with Stage IV cancer, having problems&lt;br /&gt;getting his meds with no insurance. It was a small&lt;br /&gt;help but a help anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have an early start on next year's jar.  Maybe&lt;br /&gt;it will make it all the way.  It does make for&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Spirit all year long; dropping that&lt;br /&gt;change in the jar every few days really feels good.&lt;br /&gt;I try to give a copy of the book with the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3408113370280257780?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3408113370280257780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storydie-to-circumstances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3408113370280257780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3408113370280257780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storydie-to-circumstances.html' title='Christmas Jar Story:&apos;due to the circumstances, the last two were given before Christmas&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-7434200293959713400</id><published>2011-11-15T10:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:02:44.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I don't know who it went to and they didn't know where it came from'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Kanab, Utah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved from San Diego to Kanab in 2007 and I&lt;br /&gt;wasn't familiar with the situation of our new ward&lt;br /&gt;members.  I gave my Christmas jar to the bishop and&lt;br /&gt;he passed it on to a needy family.  I don't know who&lt;br /&gt;it went to and they didn't know where it came&lt;br /&gt;from... Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we had a new bishop.  It took me&lt;br /&gt;awhile to convince him I didn't want credit for it,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted it to go where it was needed. He set&lt;br /&gt;it on his desk and accepted donations from ward&lt;br /&gt;members until time to deliver it.  I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;where it went, I only know it was a lot fuller by the&lt;br /&gt;time it was delivered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-7434200293959713400?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/7434200293959713400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-i-dont-know-who-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7434200293959713400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/7434200293959713400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-i-dont-know-who-it.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I don&apos;t know who it went to and they didn&apos;t know where it came from&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-2216202305887434891</id><published>2011-11-10T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:54:57.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We decided to go to Prince William Hospital'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Haymarket, Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughters and I started our "Christmas Jar"&lt;br /&gt;tradition in 2009. The first year we literally&lt;br /&gt;drove around the city of Manassas on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Eve for hours trying to figure out who to give the&lt;br /&gt;jar to.  We went to the homeless shelter, it was a&lt;br /&gt;ghost town; we staked out toy stores looking for&lt;br /&gt;just the right family.  Then, we decided to go to&lt;br /&gt;Prince William Hospital.  We went into the ER&lt;br /&gt;and told the administrator at the front desk what&lt;br /&gt;we were doing.  With tears in her eyes and after&lt;br /&gt;offering us some of her Grandma's homemade&lt;br /&gt;fudge, she contacted a public relations liason who&lt;br /&gt;was in the hospital at the time.  The woman came&lt;br /&gt;and met me and my daughters.  She agreed to take&lt;br /&gt;the jar and see to it that it got to just the right&lt;br /&gt;person.  I told her that we wanted to remain&lt;br /&gt;anonymous but that I would give her my contact&lt;br /&gt;information so that she could tell me the story&lt;br /&gt;behind the person she had given the jar to.  A&lt;br /&gt;couple of weeks later I received a letter from the&lt;br /&gt;hospital administrator.  She said that she had given&lt;br /&gt;the jar to a young single mom who had no partner&lt;br /&gt;and little family support.  The mom had told her she&lt;br /&gt;was going to put the money toward a car seat for her&lt;br /&gt;newborn child.  The letter also told of how the story&lt;br /&gt;of the Christmas Jar had spread through the&lt;br /&gt;hospital and how inspirational it had been to&lt;br /&gt;all who heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, we again got our Christmas Jar and book&lt;br /&gt;ready (we always give a copy of the book with the&lt;br /&gt; jar).  About two weeks before Christmas, I got&lt;br /&gt;a call that my dog groomer would have to cancel&lt;br /&gt;our appointment because her husband had&lt;br /&gt;committed suicide. My dog groomer is a young&lt;br /&gt;woman with very young children.  My children&lt;br /&gt;both came to me at different times and said that&lt;br /&gt;they believed we should give the jar to this&lt;br /&gt;woman and her young children.  That was&lt;br /&gt;easier said than done.  We insist on remaining&lt;br /&gt;anonymous and my groomer of course knew who&lt;br /&gt;I was and who my oldest daughter was.  However,&lt;br /&gt;she had never meet my younger daughter who had&lt;br /&gt;just turned twelve.  We got the address and waiting&lt;br /&gt;until dark on Christmas Eve and headed out.  When&lt;br /&gt;we got close to the house, I turned off the interior&lt;br /&gt;lights in our car so that when the door opened you&lt;br /&gt;couldn't see who was inside.  My youngest daughter&lt;br /&gt;went to the door.  When my dog groomer answered&lt;br /&gt;the door my daughter gave her the jar and book and&lt;br /&gt;said this is from my family.  She asked who that&lt;br /&gt;family was and my daughter replied, "I am not&lt;br /&gt;allowed to tell you". The young woman said well&lt;br /&gt;can I have a hug then.  They hugged and my&lt;br /&gt;daughter returned to our car.  Another successful&lt;br /&gt;year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have two jars to give away.  My mother&lt;br /&gt;passed away on 10/22/11 in New Market, Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;While going through her things I discovered cans&lt;br /&gt;of collected change.  My daughter, now 13, as soon&lt;br /&gt;as she saw the cans said, "I think MawMaw would&lt;br /&gt;want this change to go into a Christmas Jar".  So the&lt;br /&gt;story continues....I will check back in the New Year&lt;br /&gt;to let you know how the two 2011 jars went!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-2216202305887434891?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/2216202305887434891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/haymarket-virginia-my-daughters-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2216202305887434891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/2216202305887434891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/haymarket-virginia-my-daughters-and-i.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We decided to go to Prince William Hospital&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-955182526171373839</id><published>2011-11-09T13:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:13:04.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We were struggling financially and spiritually.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Morehead, Kentucky:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I received a Christmas Jar in the year of 2009. My&lt;br /&gt;husband had just had his 2nd surgery in less than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; a year. We were struggling financially and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teacher and had found what I thought was a&lt;br /&gt;fruit basket on my desk. I was surprised to find in&lt;br /&gt;the basket, a jar of dollars and coins! Along with the&lt;br /&gt;jar was a copy of the book, Christmas Jars. It was&lt;br /&gt;truly inspiring and I have continued the tradition&lt;br /&gt;each year since. I've even included my students&lt;br /&gt;in helping raise money for our own Christmas Jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What a blessing!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-955182526171373839?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/955182526171373839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-we-were-struggling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/955182526171373839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/955182526171373839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-jar-story-we-were-struggling.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We were struggling financially and spiritually.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5937250921499250849</id><published>2011-11-09T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:40:42.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story:I left him just before Christmas'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Glencoe, Alabama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas jar changed my families lives. &lt;br /&gt;Although I have never had the chance to read&lt;br /&gt;the book, a few years ago I was able to read the&lt;br /&gt;cover. See I have been in abusive relationships&lt;br /&gt;for a very long time and the last one, I was in&lt;br /&gt;I was married to him. I had finally had enough&lt;br /&gt;when I realized he was hurting my babies..&lt;br /&gt;anyway I left him just before Christmas with&lt;br /&gt;nothing but a broken down van. I did get to&lt;br /&gt;keep the place we were renting and stuff but&lt;br /&gt;I had no job and no way of getting the kids&lt;br /&gt;Christmas gifts or any of our basic needs or&lt;br /&gt;anything. I never gave up that something would&lt;br /&gt;happen and that I would be able to provide for&lt;br /&gt;them and sure enough.... One day I walked out&lt;br /&gt;of church and sitting in the seat of my van was&lt;br /&gt;a jar FULL of money! I couldn't believe it! And&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom was the cover to this book! No one&lt;br /&gt;has ever confessed or anything but one day I&lt;br /&gt;know I will be able to help someone in the&lt;br /&gt;same kindness that we were shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jason Wright for your wonderful&lt;br /&gt;gift. I can't tell you how much that it changed&lt;br /&gt;my life but to let you know because of that I&lt;br /&gt;have been able to give my children all their basic&lt;br /&gt;needs and we had a great Christmas that year&lt;br /&gt;as well as we are all very happy and in a fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;life with a wonderful husband and dad and a new&lt;br /&gt;addition to our family. Wow! I can't express&lt;br /&gt;enough how much that book helped change our&lt;br /&gt;course in life. I cant wait for the day when I can&lt;br /&gt;get a copy of it and finally read the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again and God bless!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5937250921499250849?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5937250921499250849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storyi-left-him-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5937250921499250849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5937250921499250849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-storyi-left-him-just.html' title='Christmas Jar Story:I left him just before Christmas&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-804011225769100315</id><published>2011-11-07T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:35:37.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'join in the feeling of the wonderful spirit of giving'</title><content type='html'>North Pole, Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the great white north, North Pole Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;This year will be the fourth year our family will do&lt;br /&gt;a Christmas Jar and two years we even were able&lt;br /&gt;to do two jars a year. I heard of the book while&lt;br /&gt;watching Glenn Beck and hearing him talk about&lt;br /&gt;the book and all the good that could come from&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas Jars given anonymously. Our&lt;br /&gt;family's Christmas is never complete without doing&lt;br /&gt;some act of service and doing it anonymously is&lt;br /&gt;always the best way.  Our children's favorite memories&lt;br /&gt;are leaving goodie or treat boxes on doorsteps, knocking&lt;br /&gt;and running before they got caught. We still do treats&lt;br /&gt;but our main focus is our Christmas Jars. We've been&lt;br /&gt;able to give all our jars anonymously through the help&lt;br /&gt;of other Christmas angles but the stories they bring&lt;br /&gt;back to us really touch our hearts. It truly is amazing&lt;br /&gt;how one jar can change a whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the years a friend of ours was volunteering&lt;br /&gt;at one of the local homeless shelters and befriended&lt;br /&gt;a woman who was all alone. She was trying to turn&lt;br /&gt;her life around and was making better choices but&lt;br /&gt;was struggling all alone. Our friend happened to&lt;br /&gt;mention her in passing one day during the Christmas&lt;br /&gt;season. At this time our family was prying trying to&lt;br /&gt;know who our jar should go to. The next couple of&lt;br /&gt;days this woman and that conversation kept coming&lt;br /&gt;back to me and our family decided that she would get&lt;br /&gt;our Christmas Jar. I called my friend, swore her to&lt;br /&gt;secrecy and had her deliver our Christmas Jar. My&lt;br /&gt;friend came back the very next morning, telling me&lt;br /&gt;she just had to share with me the wonderful experience&lt;br /&gt;that had happened as she had delivered our jar. This&lt;br /&gt;wonderful woman who was so bravely making decisions&lt;br /&gt;to change her live sat and cried that anyone would do&lt;br /&gt;this for someone else that did not even know. She felt&lt;br /&gt;her life was not worth that much and she repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;told my friend that she couldn't believe anyone would&lt;br /&gt;do anything like this for her. Again, as with many&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Jars, the money is welcome and needed, but&lt;br /&gt;it is the feeling that someone knows your name and&lt;br /&gt;recognizes that your struggling. Mainly, that God knows&lt;br /&gt;who you are and He cares and loves you is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has had many opportunities to not only give&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Jars but tell others about them. All about the&lt;br /&gt;book, about how they started and how they can join in&lt;br /&gt;feeling of the wonderful spirit of giving, kindness and&lt;br /&gt;love that surrounds all of us as we continue the Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jar Legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jar That Has Changed Lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-804011225769100315?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/804011225769100315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-join-in-feeling-of_9294.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/804011225769100315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/804011225769100315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-jar-story-join-in-feeling-of_9294.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;join in the feeling of the wonderful spirit of giving&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1636142669027646404</id><published>2011-10-09T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:09:16.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: ' Each classroom filled their own jar.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Grants Pass, Oregon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Wednesday Letters, which led&lt;br /&gt;me to Christmas Jars...which I loved as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 5th grade teacher, and I'm also the&lt;br /&gt;coordinator of our school's Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;Every student council member (18 3rd, 4th,&lt;br /&gt;and 5th graders) decorated a jar and then&lt;br /&gt;placed their jar empty in their "adopted"&lt;br /&gt;classroom, which ranged from k to 5th&lt;br /&gt;grade...18 classrooms total. Each classroom&lt;br /&gt;filled their jar. Then over Christmas vacation&lt;br /&gt;it was the Student Council members job to&lt;br /&gt;hand out their jar, and write about their&lt;br /&gt;experience. When they returned from vacation,&lt;br /&gt;Student Council members read their papers&lt;br /&gt;to the students in their "adopted" classroom.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing for the entire school! Students&lt;br /&gt;felt like they made a difference in someone's&lt;br /&gt;life and helped spread hope and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now having my Church's home fellowship&lt;br /&gt;over and we are decorating 14 Christmas jars&lt;br /&gt;this evening...one for each family in our home&lt;br /&gt;group, which will then be filled until Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and delivered throughout our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Jars will be a tradition in my life&lt;br /&gt;and my family's lives forever. Thank you!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1636142669027646404?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1636142669027646404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/10/christmas-jar-story-each-classroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1636142669027646404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1636142669027646404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/10/christmas-jar-story-each-classroom.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos; Each classroom filled their own jar.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1799422206083749502</id><published>2011-07-29T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:02:41.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'It was huge encouragement.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;East Greenville, PA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning, the dogs started barking &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;then we noticed a little later that there was a jar on&lt;br /&gt;the doorstep, full of change. There was $84 in it,&lt;br /&gt;and being a very rough year for us, we were so&lt;br /&gt;happy to be able to pay on our son's emergency&lt;br /&gt;room bill which we wouldn't have been able to&lt;br /&gt;do. It was a huge encouragement!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1799422206083749502?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1799422206083749502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/07/east-greenville-pa-christmas-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1799422206083749502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1799422206083749502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/07/east-greenville-pa-christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;It was huge encouragement.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-892391446506371516</id><published>2011-07-21T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:15:12.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story:' teach my children that Christmas is 365 days a year.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Silver Spring , Md:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Christmas had passed and the decorations&lt;br /&gt;were put away. I realized that I wanted to find a way&lt;br /&gt;to keep those feelings of hope and givings alive, a&lt;br /&gt;way to teach my children that Christmas is 365 days&lt;br /&gt;a year.  When I read the book "Christmas Jars", I&lt;br /&gt;knew it would change our lives.  I knew that I&lt;br /&gt;found a new family tradition, a tradition that kept&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of Christmas alive throughout the&lt;br /&gt;year. My husband and I put a jar on our kitchen&lt;br /&gt;counter and explained to our 2 children what&lt;br /&gt;we were going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the first year, they kept asking,&lt;br /&gt;"who are we going to give the jar to?" Our&lt;br /&gt;response was always the same, "God will let&lt;br /&gt;us know".  That first year, it was a local family&lt;br /&gt;in need. The second year was a young struggling&lt;br /&gt;college student that tutored my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband just commented that the jar is nearly&lt;br /&gt;full and it is only July.  It looks like we will be&lt;br /&gt;giving 2 jars this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy that we have experienced in giving hope&lt;br /&gt;and sharing God's love has been incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we delivered our jar to a single&lt;br /&gt;mother of 3 small children that had lost hope&lt;br /&gt;when her husband walked out on his family.&lt;br /&gt;My teenage son was overwhelmed with emotion&lt;br /&gt;when this young woman threw her arms around&lt;br /&gt;him and said, "I didn't know anyone cared. How&lt;br /&gt;did you know, who are you" (we didn't know her&lt;br /&gt;or her us, but God certainly knew to lead us&lt;br /&gt;to her). When my son and I left her home, he&lt;br /&gt;looked at me and said, let's do this next year. &lt;br /&gt;I knew that this had reached his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, who will get the Christmas jars...&lt;br /&gt;God will let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a look at the jar on my counter, I feel&lt;br /&gt;excited about being a part of something so&lt;br /&gt;great and so joyous. Of course, that is what&lt;br /&gt;Jesus meant about experiencing Heaven on&lt;br /&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-892391446506371516?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/892391446506371516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/07/christmas-jar-story-teach-my-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/892391446506371516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/892391446506371516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/07/christmas-jar-story-teach-my-children.html' title='Christmas Jar Story:&apos; teach my children that Christmas is 365 days a year.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-8049613855170079918</id><published>2011-07-04T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:44:14.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'Although I did not receive my jar until today July 3rd, it brought healing &amp; faith to face this years trials'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welch, Oklahoma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am a 48year old wife of 31years, mother of 5 &amp;amp; grandmother of 5. I am a christian and believe that god can touch your life through many wonders! My life has had many trials since 2007, with the loss of a brother, both parents and a diagnoses of heart failure from a childhood disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did not receive my jar until today July 3rd, it brought healing and faith to face this years trials with an uplifted outlook. See I was diagnosed with breast cancer August of last year, I am at high risk for surgeries do to a metal mitral valve, a bad aortic valve &amp;amp; blood thinners. But I had a biopsy, a lumpectomy, and radiation by mid December. By February I was told that I had to have a hysterectomy and a bi-lateral mastectomy, in order to keep the cancer from returning! In March I had the hysterectomy &amp;amp; this week I will have both breast removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot of identity issues, and I have asked god what my purpose in life is? I asked him because I have always been a giver but it was always in a way that required my physical abilities, which were cut down with the heart problems, and then cut out  with the surgeries due to cancer. Leaving me to question what my purpose is? My jar came with the book! And was left for me in the church office this morning, i don't read much but the jar touched me so deeply, that I read the book to the end by the end of the day! I now know something I can do! It may not be as much as the person left me but it will be something! The jar touched me in many ways! Emotionally, spiritually, &amp;amp; financially it will provide the gas needed to get back and forth for my surgery and post-op appointments! Plus the change will bless my husband while at the hospital with vending machines he doesn't leave the hospital when I am in! I want to add that I will share this as a tradition that I will encourage my whole family to begin doing their own! We use to save up in a similar way for the Salvation Army's angel  tree. Thank you for writing such a touching book and spreading a tradition that will keep circulating and touching lives for ever!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Cozzette&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-8049613855170079918?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/8049613855170079918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/07/christmas-jar-story-although-i-did-not_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8049613855170079918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/8049613855170079918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/07/christmas-jar-story-although-i-did-not_04.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;Although I did not receive my jar until today July 3rd, it brought healing &amp; faith to face this years trials&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-1958268312164795315</id><published>2011-06-08T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:57:29.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'It wasn't Christmas but we just received a Christmas Jar'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Riverside , CA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Christmas, but we just received a&lt;br /&gt;Christmas jar tonight. Times have been&lt;br /&gt;impossibly hard, so much so we can't even&lt;br /&gt;put gas in our cars. We haven't known what to&lt;br /&gt;do for the past few weeks, things have been so&lt;br /&gt;bad, and we've really been suffering alone with&lt;br /&gt;it, not wanting to effect the customers we do&lt;br /&gt;have that patronize our business. Tonight, June 7,&lt;br /&gt;2011 a jar full of money and the book showed up&lt;br /&gt;on our door. We hadn't heard about this book,&lt;br /&gt;and were puzzled as to what it meant, so we read&lt;br /&gt;the first page out loud and all the women in our&lt;br /&gt;family had tears come to their eyes. Now we can&lt;br /&gt;at least put gas in our cars to get to work and try&lt;br /&gt;and make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas miracle in June.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-1958268312164795315?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/1958268312164795315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/06/christmas-jar-story-it-wasnt-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1958268312164795315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/1958268312164795315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/06/christmas-jar-story-it-wasnt-christmas.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;It wasn&apos;t Christmas but we just received a Christmas Jar&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-4611321913807754950</id><published>2011-06-08T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:46:39.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We are struggling every day in this economy'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Riverside, CA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: my youngest daughter came home late from&lt;br /&gt;work last night, as she came through the door she&lt;br /&gt;called that someone had left a paper bag on the&lt;br /&gt;front step...were we expecting something because&lt;br /&gt;it was heavy....I said no what is it...she sat the bag&lt;br /&gt;on the table and withdrew a jar full of silver coins&lt;br /&gt;and a copy of your book.....I woke my husband&lt;br /&gt;and oldest daughter to see if they knew what it&lt;br /&gt;was....reading the jacket of the book we felt we&lt;br /&gt;understood what had happened. We are struggling&lt;br /&gt;everyday in this economy and didn't know where&lt;br /&gt;my husband was going to get the gas money to&lt;br /&gt;go to a job this morning..we sold his grandmother's&lt;br /&gt;silver to pay last months mortgage...we own our&lt;br /&gt;own business and things are very tight...our&lt;br /&gt;daughters and grandson have moved home to&lt;br /&gt;help with the bills....it is June and we have received&lt;br /&gt;a Christmas Jar because someone cared about&lt;br /&gt;us...we will start our own jar tomorrow and will&lt;br /&gt;hope that it is full by Christmas so that we can&lt;br /&gt;send it forward...THANK YOU&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-4611321913807754950?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/4611321913807754950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/06/riverside-ca-story-my-youngest-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4611321913807754950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/4611321913807754950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/06/riverside-ca-story-my-youngest-daughter.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We are struggling every day in this economy&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5767145685554315915</id><published>2011-03-23T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:02:58.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'We filled a big old wine jug'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Millmont, PA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filled up a big ole wine jug and selected a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful young couple with a month-old baby. &lt;br /&gt;Dad was recently honorably discharged from&lt;br /&gt;the service and the job situation wasn't that great. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time sneaking around in the dark&lt;br /&gt;to leave the jar without getting "caught!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5767145685554315915?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5767145685554315915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/03/christmas-jar-story-we-filled-big-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5767145685554315915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5767145685554315915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/03/christmas-jar-story-we-filled-big-old.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;We filled a big old wine jug&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3582491513308111211</id><published>2011-02-20T19:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:10:45.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'I was 7 years old when my mom read me Christmas Jars'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 7 years old when my mom read me Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jars. After she finished reading Christmas Jars to&lt;br /&gt;me I asked my mom for a jar. I put in money that I&lt;br /&gt;didn't need into the Christmas jar.Then the next&lt;br /&gt;year a leader from my church got really sick. She&lt;br /&gt;had already gotten 2 surgeries. She couldn't go&lt;br /&gt;home for Christmas and I found an opportunity. By&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I had gotten 50 something dollars&lt;br /&gt;and 78 cents. We delivered it to the hospital late&lt;br /&gt;at night with something else... Our own Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Jars book. She didn't know it was us but it was a&lt;br /&gt;miracle to her... And us!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3582491513308111211?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3582491513308111211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-jar-story-i-was-7-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3582491513308111211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3582491513308111211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-jar-story-i-was-7-years-old.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;I was 7 years old when my mom read me Christmas Jars&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-5737221367282937072</id><published>2011-02-19T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:20:06.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: I challenged all the kids to pray about it.'</title><content type='html'>Provo, Utah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a goal last year to leave a jar on someone's&lt;br /&gt;porch in 2010.  Throughout the year we added coins,&lt;br /&gt;a few bills, and all are earnings from collecting cans. &lt;br /&gt;My 3 sons often pulled a dollar from their job money,&lt;br /&gt;adding it to the jar.  With a little boost at the end of&lt;br /&gt;the year we had over $100 to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family we discussed where it could go, and then&lt;br /&gt;I challenged all the kids to pray about it. One by one&lt;br /&gt;they came to me sharing the name of the family- a&lt;br /&gt;kind single mother in our neighborhood who was&lt;br /&gt;recently hit with an unexpected divorce.  We waited&lt;br /&gt;for the right time, sneak over, and left the jar&lt;br /&gt;mysteriously on her door. The boys hid in the shrubs&lt;br /&gt;while she picked it up and looked around.  While I&lt;br /&gt;know the money was a blessing to her, the act of&lt;br /&gt;dropping money, little by little, day after day through&lt;br /&gt;the year, blessed us with a feeling of gratitude and&lt;br /&gt;humility that will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already started our jar for 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-5737221367282937072?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/5737221367282937072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-jar-story-i-challenged-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5737221367282937072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/5737221367282937072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-jar-story-i-challenged-all.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: I challenged all the kids to pray about it.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322653654456129040.post-3186493078555752596</id><published>2011-01-23T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:08:30.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar Story: 'While we ate the neal someone put the jar in her car.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Bowling Green, OH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for Brookdale Senior Living. There is an&lt;br /&gt;associate, Joan, who also works there.  Joan is&lt;br /&gt;one of the most hardworking and compassionate&lt;br /&gt;people I know.  She cares about the elderly people&lt;br /&gt;that we work with more than she cares about&lt;br /&gt;herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening before work, Joan was not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;She laid down and was okay so she came to work.&lt;br /&gt;As the night wore on, she did not feel any better,&lt;br /&gt;sweating, etc. She finally decided that she should&lt;br /&gt;go to the ER.  But, before she did that she made&lt;br /&gt;sure that someone covered her shift to take care&lt;br /&gt;of the residents. Joan had a heart attack and&lt;br /&gt;has not been able to return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the book and a mason jar as Christmas&lt;br /&gt;gift. I decided to set it out at work and collect&lt;br /&gt;money. When our holiday celebration dinner&lt;br /&gt;happened, we convinced Joan to come.  She&lt;br /&gt;loved getting out of the house.  While we ate&lt;br /&gt;the meal someone put the jar in her car.&lt;br /&gt;She called the next day to say thank you and&lt;br /&gt;that she remembered our conversation during&lt;br /&gt;her interview.  She said that she remembered&lt;br /&gt;me saying that working here is not just about&lt;br /&gt;us selecting you, but you selecting us. She said&lt;br /&gt;that I asked her what she was looking for and&lt;br /&gt;she said a place to belong.  She let me know&lt;br /&gt;that she had found that place.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2322653654456129040-3186493078555752596?l=christmasjars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/feeds/3186493078555752596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-jar-story-while-we-ate-neal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3186493078555752596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2322653654456129040/posts/default/3186493078555752596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christmasjars.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-jar-story-while-we-ate-neal.html' title='Christmas Jar Story: &apos;While we ate the neal someone put the jar in her car.&apos;'/><author><name>B Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15360503579752142821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
