Here's the link to the original Christmas story called "Dan's Christmas Surprise." 
 See the video below that I created based  on the story.

Some years ago I wrote a number of songs with tunes on the guitar. I have now taken the lyrics and added Ai backing tracks. I have the rights to these songs and I request that you ask permission if you are going to use them. The lyrics are in the Songs and Stories section of Eliab.com. You can contact me via email [email protected]
A Seat of Grace - lyrics are in this Eliab Blog below

 At the King’s Table
(A monologue from the perspective of Mephibosheth, reflecting on his journey from obscurity to the royal table.)

(Mephibosheth sits on the floor of the palace, gazing at the grand banquet table before him. His voice is quiet, filled with awe and gratitude.)

I never imagined I would see the inside of this palace, let alone sit at the king’s table.For years, I lived in Lo-debar—a place whose name itself means “no pasture,” a land of barrenness, forgotten by the world. I was the son of Jonathan, grandson of Saul, but that meant nothing now. When my father fell in battle, and my grandfather’s reign came to an end, I was only five years old. Fear gripped my nurse as she fled with me, and in that desperate escape, I fell—crippling both my feet forever.
A crippled boy. A remnant of a fallen dynasty. What hope could I have?
I learned to survive in obscurity, never expecting kindness, only waiting for the inevitable: a summons to my destruction. After all, was it not common for kings to eliminate any descendants of their predecessors? Did David not have every reason to wipe out Saul’s line?
And then, one day, the summons came.
David—King David—had sent for me.
I was carried to Jerusalem, trembling with every step. Would I die today? Would my name be blotted out as a final stroke of justice for the house of Saul?
I was brought before the throne. My body was low, my heart lower still. But then—his voice.
"Mephibosheth," he said. My name, spoken without threat.
I dared to answer. “Behold, I am your servant.”
The silence stretched, but not with wrath—no, something else lingered in the air. Mercy.
"Do not fear," he said. And in that moment, I breathed for the first time in years.
"I will show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan."
Jonathan. My father. A man who had loved David, defended him, covenanted with him in loyalty and friendship. A promise had been made long before my birth, and now, even with Jonathan gone, David remained faithful.
I braced myself for what would follow. Perhaps a token of mercy, a small provision. I never expected the words that came next.
"You shall eat at my table always."
Always? Surely, he did not mean—surely, he did not intend to--
Yet here I sit. At the table of the king.
Not as a crippled outcast. Not as a remnant of a broken house. But as a son.
The shame of my brokenness is covered here; no one looks at my feet. They see only the seat reserved for me.
What king does this? What ruler spares an enemy’s grandson, not merely to live, but to belong?
This is not the justice of men—this is the kindness of God.
(Mephibosheth looks up, his voice softening.)

Mercy found me in Lo-debar. Mercy lifted me to the throne room. Mercy placed me at the king’s table.
I have done nothing to deserve this, yet here I am.
Grace. This is grace.
(He pauses, then slowly reaches for the bread before him, as the lights fade.)

Who Touched Me? – A monologue
The woman who touched Jesus cloak 
( Mark 5:21-43, Matt.9:20-22,Luke 8:43-48)

             The lady stood near the edge of the large crowd. People had come from everywhere just to see “The Teacher, Jesus”.  The lady hesitated a moment and then she quickly covered her face with her scarf and moved forward into the pack of people. For twelve long years this woman had been very sick. Once she’d had money, friends and family close by but now all her money was spent on seeking cures from many doctors to try and make her well but still each day she felt worse!
              When she had woken up this morning the woman knew what she had to do. She had heard of Jesus. The whole village had been talking about Jesus’ teaching, healing and what had happened across the lake.

                  Now was the moment!  With her head down she pushed forward through the lively crowd. Her heart was racing and her mind was fixed on one thing. ‘If only, if only I can touch Jesus’ clothes I will be healed!’ Closer, closer, now behind where Jesus was standing. Many people were now pressing in all around him. She lowered her arm and reached her hand past the bodies before her towards the edge ( hem) of  Jesus cloak. A final push and then.. Time seemed to stop. Immediately, the woman felt something!  Changed …now healing, relief, peace.
                     But then, Jesus turned suddenly and declared. “Who touched my clothes?”  His friends beside him called out “look around you Master. This crowd is huge! Everyone wants to be near you and to hear you”. Jesus stood still and kept looking from side to side. The woman now faced Jesus and she cautiously came forward. She looked up into Jesus eyes and then fell forward onto her knees shaking with fear. So many emotions flooded her thoughts. Would people recognise her?  She had crossed many boundaries just to be there that day. Is this real? Then she spoke with a faltering voice. “Teacher, it was me! I touched you.
           Jesus looked straight at her and then clearly said to everyone. “Daughter, your faith has healed you! Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.!”

Healing, relief, and now acceptance…
           And this wasn’t the end of the healing miracles that day.
 We don’t know the name of this lady healed in the crowd or what happened to her next but no doubt her life was changed that moment. The woman showed great faith in trusting Jesus to heal her.

What do you need to reach out in prayer to Jesus for today?
Healing, forgiveness, peace, acceptance? 

© Don Stott, Eliab.com 2025

https://www.eliab.com/fathers-day-for-jairus.html
Keep the faith, no need to fear,
Jesus' love is always near.
Reach for him, He'll show the way,
Guiding every single day.
Keep the faith, no need to fear,
Jesus' love is always near!
(Chant with action at the end of each line or
sing to the tune of “Twinkle, twinkle Little Star”)no need to fear,
 lo is always near.
Rfor him, He'll show the way,
Guiding every single day.
Keep the faith, no need to fear,
Jesus' love is always near.
Reach for him, He'll show the way,
Guiding every single day.
 

Two Little Boys ~
After a hardy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys, a young mother watched her two little boys playing in the puddle through her kitchen window.

The older of the two, a five year old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole.
As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother runs to the yard in a panic.
Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?!' she asks as she shook the older boy in anger.
'We were just playing 'church' mommy, ' he said.
'And I was just baptizing him..... In the name of the Father, the Son and in...the hole-he-goes.'