December 28, 2009

Concerning December 25th

Twas' the night Jesus came and all through the house,

not a person was praying, not one in the house..

The Bible was left on the shelf without care,

for no one thought Jesus would come there..

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,

not once ever kneeling or bowing their head..

And Mom in the rocking chair with babe on her lap,

was watching the Late Show as I took a nap..

When out of the east there rose such a clatter,

I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter..

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

tore open the shutters and lifted the sash..

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here..

The light of His face made me cover my head...

was Jesus returning just like He'd said..

And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,

I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself..

In the Book of Life which he held in his hand,

was written the name of every saved man..

He spoke not a word as he searched for my name,

He said "it's not here" My head hung in shame..

The people whose names had been written with love,

He gathered to take to his Father above..

With those who were ready He rose without sound,

while all of the others were left standing around...

I fell to my knees but it was too late,

I'd waited too long and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,

Oh, if only I'd known that this was the night....

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear

the coming of Jesus is now drawing near...

There's only one life and when comes the last call,

We'll find out that the Bible was true after all..

Thought for the week: Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.
-- Jerry Seinfeld

Funny for the week: Thanks to Larry Clott for today's CleanLaugh.

CHOCOLATE CHRISTMAS

'Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips

Were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.

Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care

In hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.

While Mama in her girdle and I in chinstraps

Had just settled down to sugar-borne naps.

When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash,

Tore open the icebox then threw up the sash.

The marshmallow look of the new-fallen snow

Sent thoughts of a binge to my body below.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear:

A marzipan Santa with eight chocolate reindeer!

That huge chunk of candy so luscious and slick

I knew in a second that I'd wind up sick.

The sweet-coated Santa, those sugared reindeer

I closed my eyes tightly but still I could hear;

On Pritzker, on Stillman, on weak one, on TOPS

A Weight Watcher dropout from sugar detox.

From the top of the scales to the top of the hall

Now dash away pounds now dash away all.

Dressed up in Lane Bryant from my head to nightdress

My clothes were all bulging from too much excess.

My droll little mouth and my round little belly,

They shook when I laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

I spoke not a word but went straight to my work

Ate all of the candy then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger beside my heartburn

Gave a quick nod toward the bedroom I turned.

I eased into bed, to the heavens I cry—

If temptation's removed I'll get thin by and by.

And I mumbled again as I turned for the night In the morning

I'll starve... 'til I take that first bite!

Whar’s the Maylox?................Chaplain Barnes

Last week’s answer: How many generations were there from Abraham to Jacob? Fifty (Rev. 16:10)

This week’s question: Who transported the letters of Paul to Philemon?