Year-end Levity

You might have a hard time avoiding reminders of the Almighty these days.  Billboards bearing “Messages from God” have appeared in over 40 states. To wrap up the year here’s some levity for you…  for the stressed at heart:


Let’s meet at my house Sunday before the game.

Loved the wedding; invite me to the marriage.

Will the road you’re on get you to my place?

That “love thy neighbor” thing   .   .   . I meant it.

Do you have any idea where you’re going?

Need a marriage counselor?  I’m available.

Follow me!

Keep using my name in vain, I’ll make rush hour longer.

I don’t question your existence.

What part of “thou shalt not” don’t you understand?

I love you…I love you…I love you!

We need to talk.

Don’t make me come down there!






© Jeanne E Webster


Almighty God



Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!


~ Reginald Heber 1826


Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;

Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and mighty!

God in three Persons, Blessed Trinity!


Holy, Holy, Holy!  All the saints adore Thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,

Who wert, and art and evermore shalt be.


Holy, Holy, Holy!  Though the darkness hide Thee

Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,

Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee

Perfect in power, in love and purity.


Holy, Holy, Holy!  Lord God Almighty!

All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea;

Holy, Holy, Holy!  Merciful and mighty!

God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!



The Stuffed Book


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I panicked!   My Bible!  Where was it? I had to find it!   It is my most precious possession!

My Bible contains a journal of my adult life as I have walked with God. The front pages reveal names, dates and places where family was born, wedded, baptized, bore children and died. Next are various notes and newsworthy paper scraps. I’ve written special prayers on some of these scraps and inspiring tidbits from Spirit-filled preachers. The body of my Bible, its sacred pages tattered and stained, is marked with short notes interspersed throughout. These reminders denote special insights and glorious moments when I communed with God.

The Psalms especially are heavily marked. Prayers, praises, pleas, thanksgiving and doubts are all there in small print by my hand, bits of evidence that God IS: the night my mother lay dying, my son’s deployment to the Persian Gulf War and his safe return, the sudden death of my husband, times of uncertainty and fears, dried tears of joy and grief, all lie silently there–the valleys and mountaintops of my life.

My Bible is stuffed with sticky notes, like the prayer wall in Jerusalem. Notes while studying, praying, thinking, hoping, weeping, loving, and smiling—they are there to point the way Home. Distinctive, cherished stains dot many parchment pages with small dark-red dots, reminders that my Lord and I communed—the Body and the Blood, a fallen drop.

Where would I be without this cherished tool? Totally lost, my friends. Whether I’m up or down, lost or found, confused or lucid, the Bible is my only surety in life. It connects me to the greatest power in the world, Almighty God. It truly is the Word of God, the Truth and the Life.

Empowered by the Holy Spirit, it “leads me to still waters and through the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil, for He is with me; His rod and staff comfort me. He prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies; He anoints my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life… and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Ah, there you are!  Amen!



WOW! You’re Cool!


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Psalm 147:10-11 “He delights not in the strength of the horse; he takes no pleasure in the legs of a man. The Lord takes pleasure in those that fear him, that hope in his mercy and loving-kindness.”


Hey, lady! You’re cool! Wow!

Look at those muscles. I bet you exercise every day without fail.

Does that impress God?

Nope. He looks at your heart.

You please him when you respect him and rely on his mercy and love.

So exercise and nurture your spirit. It is good for your soul and builds solid faith muscles.

They strengthen your trust in him, you know.





Sweet Veronica



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“Lord, how trivial seems my Calvary when I consider Thine,
For only Simon helped Thee lift Thy cross, but many carry mine!
I am not scorned, scourged, nor ridiculed and all along the way
Are many sweet unnamed Veronicas to wipe the tears away.
There’s no cruel nail wounds in my hands, nor thorns upon my brow,
And ministering angels walk with me to smooth the way. But Thou!
How dare I think it…call it…Calvary…this sheltered life of mine—
O broken, beaten, bleeding Lord, my God, when I consider Thine.”

~by Vera Marie Tracy


Dear sisters and brothers in the Lord…the author of this poem so beautifully expresses, “How trivial seems my Calvary!”

You see, Christ’s Calvary was complete obedience to the will of Almighty God. He carried His cross (God’s will for His life) from His first cry as a babe in Bethlehem through to His final death cry atop Golgotha:  “It is finished!”

He completed God’s will by dying on a hill called Calvary to redeem us, to pay the price of our sins. He bought us not with silver coins or paper script but with every single drop of His precious blood.

We were enslaved, without a home, wandering around this earth deep in the vilest of sins. Why did He purchase our pardon? Why does He prepare a place for us in heaven?

With tears welling in my eyes as I type, I must write…because He loves us so much!

May we, in turn, carry our cross (God’s will for our lives) until God calls us home.

Yes, Vera, “How trivial seems my Calvary when I consider Thine, Oh Lord.”

Father, teach us how to truly die to self, to seek Thy will only, so our lives will reflect Thy great redeeming love. Then show us how to live, truly live…for You. Amen!!!

Just a Little Bit


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“We can only see a little of the ocean,

Just a few miles distant from the rocky shore;

But out there—far beyond our eye’s horizon,

There’s more—immeasurably more.


We can only see a little of God’s loving—

A few rich treasures from His mighty store;

But out there—far beyond our eye’s horizon

There’s more—immeasurably more.”

…been thinking about this today and wanted to share it with you.  I like this little poem—have no idea who wrote it, much less who thought these words.  As human beings, we are so limited in abilities to fathom the greater attributes of God’s creation.  As the little poem points out, we can only see a few miles down the shore, or a tiny speck of the ocean—but there’s so much more.

I had trouble sleeping last night and tried to zoom in on these thoughts.  My mind came up with perhaps a few inches farther down the shoreline but not much more.  I wondered why I couldn’t reach further, as I struggled with deep thoughts and strains.  I finally concluded that the span of understanding and perception is nigh impossible to the human mind.  It is beyond our comprehension, and I don’t need to waste my time dwelling on it. 

Aha!  I think King David already told me that, in Psalm 131:1 “Lord, my heart is not proud nor my eyes conceited, neither do I concern myself in great matters or in things too profound for me.”

Thank you, Father, for your answered prayer last night.  Perhaps we could again take up the thought when viewed from a different perspective…heaven!








©Jeanne E Webster

The airways spit out ads for Black Friday shopping, layaway shopping for Christmas toys, jewelry shopping and perfume shopping.  We must have this, we can’t miss that.   Shop, shop, shop til you drop.  Buy now, spend, spend, spend before it’s too late.  The merchants are offering  their Christmas sales earlier than last year, some even opening at midnight on Thanksgiving Day to entice shoppers ahead of the competition’s hours.  It’s a mad rush out there, folks!  Only 31 more days to Christmas.  Thanksgiving Day is sort of the John the Baptist of Christmas.  It heralds the advent of the birth of our Lord and Savior.

I think I will focus on the quietest major holiday our country celebrates, Thanksgiving Day.  No mad rushes– no hustle and bustle– and no nonsense.  I’ll shop for my turkey, sweet potatoes, salads, vegetables, and rolls then calmly drive home at a leisurely pace.  Family will get together, lots of hugs to go around, sometimes a smirky hello or two but overall, a lovely time will be had by all. 

The greatest part of Thanksgiving Day is the thanksgiving part!  Who gets all the credit?  Who do we laud over all—our heavenly Father.  We don’t need a special day to give thanks.  Each and every day we can and should have an attitude of gratitude to almighty God.  Thanks for all our provisions, our strength, our hopes, our dreams, our lives…and all that we hope to be.  Most of all, thanks for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ.   Thank you, Father.  We love You.  Amen!