Re-echoing Tale

 

Re-echoing Tale
© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

Repeatedly it has been said
It was the “best and worst of times”
Discordantly, wisdom and absurdity
Sang redundant rhymes.

A tale of two cities, a contrast stark,
Between heaven and earth,
Perhaps one day may give way
To a cataclysmic rebirth.

It’s true today as it was back then
In those eighteen hundred years
Light and Darkness administrate
While Hope balances Fear.

Technological sprawl litters homes
And clutters one’s workplace
As ghastly suicides and boredom
Slither at a haunting pace.

Paradoxically, religious avow their creeds
Yet God teeters on His throne
Deviant sexuality lusts ecstatically
While AIDS and STDs gnaw bones.

Is human dignity recoverable
And standards of right and wrong;
Have we forgotten who we are…
And to Whom we truly belong?

Dogmatic agnosticism imprisons,
And spirit and mind decay
Wandering tediously, life’s passage echoes
“We’ve forgotten the way!”

Long ago Truth was manifested
Bearing witness of a place to stand
A mystery revealed, heaven reached down
A mighty rescuing Hand.

The true Light shone in the darkness
And the darkness knew it not;
How great that Light! How great the cost!
Christ’s death our souls has bought!

Thirty Acres Out in the Boonies

© Jeanne E Webster – All rights reserved

I always wanted to own about 30 acres of land, way out in the boonies, fenced all around…with lots of animals…chickens, cattle, horses, donkeys, every lost and abandoned dog and cat in the county. I’d give them all good homes and take care of their needs.

I’d have a big garden, plant lots of tomatoes, corn, beans, squash, cukes, spinach, potatoes, peanuts, and all kinds of berries.

Once a week I’d open the gates and let all the hungry townspeople inside so they could take home fresh food. I’d fix a banquet and fill the tables with hearty cooked meals, with enough good conversation to go around for all.

But I’m older now and won’t quite make it to the 30 acres and all the animals. The neighbors will have to care for others the Lord provides.

On the other hand…I’m not too old for the parcel that Jesus has prepared for me. I’m almost old enough! I’m looking forward to it. Maybe heaven has a garden…lots of animals around. I sure won’t need the fencing! Everybody is welcome that knows the Savior, our Redeemer. What a table of splendor will be set out for us weary travelers! “Welcome home, you good and faithful servants.”

Ah…just a touch of heaven…
I can almost see it now…
I hear the rush of angel’s wings …
I sense an old familiar touch on my shoulder…

My touch of heaven awaits me.

Shalom 

Between Heaven and Hell There’s a Cross

 

 

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Luke 12:51-53 “Do you think that I have come to bring peace on earth? I tell you, No, rather division. From now on there will be five in one household divided, three against two and two against three. The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.”

A daughter accepts Christ as her Savior and her life changes. She begins to exhibit characteristics of a Christian, and her family is taken aback. Soon they are estranged and the costs begin to mount up for the girl. She suffers hateful accusations meant to prompt a change in her faithfulness to Christ.

“Well, hello Miss Goody Two shoes!”

“Who do you think you are?”

“You’re not fun anymore.”

“We’re not good enough for you anymore?”

“You’ve stopped swearing.”

“Gee, you’re as phony as a two-dollar bill.”

“You’re not my daughter anymore!”

“Don’t cram that “Jesus stuff” down our throats.”

“You’re not welcome here till you change back to your old self.”

“You can go to hell for all we care!”

.Our Lord warned us that we would be scorned, hated and abused, but our reward is heavenly.

Luke 9: 26 “If any man will follow me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily. Whoever will save his life shall lose it, but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, will save it. What’s your reward if you gain the whole world and lose your soul?”

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I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;

I’d rather be His than have riches untold;

I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands;

I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand

 

Refrain:

Than to be the king of a vast domain

And be held in sin’s dread sway;

I’d rather have Jesus than anything

This world affords today.

 

I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;

I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;

I’d rather have Jesus than worldwide fame;

I’d rather be true to His holy name.

 

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;

He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;

He’s all that my hungering spirit needs;

I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.

~Rhea F. Miller, 1922

 

O Spread the Good News!

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

Excited faces glowed as the shepherd boys scurried to the place where the angels had told them a babe had been born.  This babe was Christ the Lord, the Savior of the world.   I wonder what their thoughts were as they approached the manger where this babe lay.  I’ve tried to plunk myself into their place as they stood looking upon this newly born baby.  How could this little one be the Savior, the Christ?   He’s just a plain baby.  No, the angels had told them this was Christ the Lord.  A Savior?  Yes!

What awe must have filled their hearts!  Did they merely nod to Mary and Joseph, or did they tell them the angels’ story?   Did they bow low as they walked to the manger? Did they reach in and touch his hand?  Did they gaze into the eyes of their Lord in wonder? Did the Babe smile at their bewildered stares?  Oh, my…the wonder of it all.  I just can’t take it in.

There is a song that filled my spirit as I pondered all this:   Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled My Soul.  I know this melody is meant for repentance and redeeming grace, but I think my heart would have felt these words as I looked down upon this baby boy in wonderment, trying to take it all in… especially the first verse and beginning of the chorus.

“O what a wonderful, wonderful day – day I will never forget;
After I’d wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Savior I met.
O what a tender, compassionate friend – He met the need of my heart;
Shadows dispelling, With joy I am telling, He made all the darkness depart.

Heaven came down and glory filled my soul! ”

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I love Christmas!  It’s the grandest birthday party we’ll ever attend!

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace and goodwill to mankind. 

Amen”

I’m Flyin’

© Jeanne E Webster – All rights reserved

 

 

I am a perpetual dreamer.  As a little girl, I believed in the little stories I read, the songs I sang, and the few movies I saw.  I could vanish for a whole day in the words of Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah—

“Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay My, oh my, what a wonderful day Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

“Mister Bluebird’s on my shoulder It’s the truth, it’s actual Ev’rything is satisfactual Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay Wonderful feeling, wonderful day, yes sir!”

~ by Ray Gilbert

and rematerialize with that bluebird on my shoulder.  Every word etched its meaning into my spirit, and the sunshine did head my way.  It’s the truth…it’s actual.

Being little was the grandest time of life.  As little people we accepted things with simplicity and an anything goes attitude.  If we could imagine it, then IT was real.  Do you remember playing cops and robbers?  Cowboys and Indians?  (I must interject here that I was a tomboy!) You could be Tonto or the Lone Ranger; you became Dick Tracy til you went to bed and woke up to a new identity.  Or you became Silver and could run faster than any other horse.  You even knew where to find the best sour grass in the whole world, that secret place out behind Grandpa’s barn.

I think my favorite hero to play was Superman.  There was this special field near my house that had a long narrow lay of the land, with a slight dip in the middle of it, perfect for lift-off.  I’d start at one end of it and run for all it was worth til I reached the middle.  There I would jump into the air, arms outstretched and nose to the clouds, believing with all my stubby legs that I was IN THE AIR…only to set down a few seconds later on the dusty dry ground.  But I kept trying and trying…and trying.  Oh, what fun, acting as these imaginary people.

One song especially affected my young life:

Somewhere over the Rainbow

*composed by Harold Arlen and the lyrics by E.Y. Harburg.

When all the world is a hopeless jumble And the raindrops tumble all around, Heaven opens a magic lane When all the clouds darken up the skyway, There’s a rainbow highway to be found Leading from your window pane To a place behind the sun, Just a step beyond the rain

Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can’t I?

 

I sang that song with my heart, thinking that if I truly believed, I could fly over that rainbow with those bluebirds.  With childlike faith I DID fly over the rainbow.  It launched me into an imagined escape from the very troubled world in which I actually lived, an escape I desperately needed.

I still dream…every time I read a book, a poem, watch a movie, attend a play, hear Handel’s Messiah at Christmas time, and more.  Heaven does open, like the song trilled, to a place beyond the sun, just a step beyond the rain…to a whole new world that God calls heaven.  The Bible states that a heavenly home waits for everyone that has drawn their life on the account of Jesus Christ.  And it’s not a dream.  It is reality.  It’s signed, sealed and delivered…waiting for the nod of your head, the creaking open of the door to your heart, the throwing down of the ultimate freewill of one’s soul.  “Yes, Lord, I am yours.”

L’Chaim!

 

He’s Here!

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© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

Excited faces glowed as the shepherd boys scurried to the place where the angels had told them a babe had been born.  This babe was Christ the Lord, the Savior of the world.   I wonder what their thoughts were as they approached the manger where this babe lay. 

I’ve tried to plunk myself into their place as they stood looking upon this newly born baby.  How could this little one be the Savior, the Christ?   He’s just a plain baby.  No, the angels had told them this was Christ the Lord.  A Savior?  Yes!

What awe must have filled their hearts!  Did they merely nod to Mary and Joseph, or did they tell them the angels’ story?   Did they bow low as they walked to the manger? Did they reach in and touch his hand?  Did they gaze into the eyes of their Lord in wonder? Did the Babe smile at their bewildered stares?  Oh, my…the wonder of it all.  I just can’t take it in.

There is a song that filled my spirit as I pondered all this:   Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled My Soul.  I know this melody is meant for repentance and redeeming grace, but I think my heart would have felt these words as I looked down upon this baby boy in wonderment, trying to take it all in… especially the first verse and beginning of the chorus.

“O what a wonderful, wonderful day – day I will never forget;
After I’d wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Savior I met.
O what a tender, compassionate friend – He met the need of my heart;
Shadows dispelling, With joy I am telling, He made all the darkness depart.

Heaven came down and glory filled my soul! ”

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I love Christmas!  It’s the grandest birthday party we’ll ever attend!

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace and goodwill to mankind. 

Amen”

bethlehem

 

A Mystery Revealed

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© Jeanne E Webster.  All Rights Reserved.

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Repeatedly it’s been said, “It was the best and worst of times,”

Discordantly, wisdom and absurdity sang redundant rhymes.

.

A tale of two cities, a contrast stark, between heaven and earth,

Perhaps one day may give way to a cataclysmic rebirth.

.

It’s true today as it was back in the eighteen hundred years,

Light and Darkness administrate, while Hope balances Fears.

.

Technological sprawl litters homes and clutters one’s workplace,

As ghastly suicides and boredom slither at a haunting pace.

.

Paradoxically, religious avow their creeds, yet God teeters on His throne.

Deviant sexuality lusts ecstatically, while AIDS and STDs gnaw bones.

.

Is human dignity recoverable, and standards of right and wrong?

Have we forgotten who we are…and to Whom we truly belong?

.

Dogmatic agnosticism imprisons, and spirit and mind decay;

Wandering tediously, life’s passage echoes, “We’ve forgotten the way!”

.

Long ago Truth was manifested, bearing witness of a place to stand;

A mystery revealed, heaven reached down a mighty helping hand.

.

The true Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness knew it not.

How great that light!

How great the cost!

Christ’s death our souls has bought!