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! ”


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. 


Listen Up!

copyright Jeanne E. Webster


Two thousand ten, the news was devastating.  A catastrophic earthquake had occurred in Haiti, severely affecting several million of its people–thousands of them children. They were suddenly homeless, parentless, friendless, hungry, naked, and poor. News reports soon surfaced that many of them had been kidnapped for use in the sex slave trade–an easy commodity for entrepreneurs. These fiends committed these atrocities under the guise of Christian humanitarian assistance.  Those events bring to mind an insidious disorder infecting the security of our children right here in the good ole U.S.A.  Listen up, folks.

Vicious animals are prowling our neighborhoods in each state, county, city and town; they are ever increasing in numbers and baseness.  Labeled as pedophilic sex offenders, these revolting, cold-hearted, sex-fevered beings roam our streets seeking kids to devour and suck the life from them.  They snatch kids at play in their backyards or playgrounds or walking home from school bus drops. They seize little ones while their parents momentarily focus on shopping or rip them out of their beds at night while the parents sleep. Days or weeks later, if ever, the sullied bodies are found cruelly butchered, stuffed into trash bags and tossed into garbage cans or city dumps.
The predatory population has become so abundant, we’ve run out of areas to segregate them from the overall population once they’re released from prison! This has all happened on our watch, folks.
We turn a blind eye to the growing number of sexually explicit television shows and the vicious, blood curdling movies noisily banging the airwaves. Have they anything to do with the rapid increase of violence against children? Do they invite mad and demented thoughts and actions on the part of the weak minded or cruel?
Does raising our little girls from a young age to wear sexy clothes, compete in beauty contests, use makeup, walk and talk provocatively have anything to do with this sick, giddy pedophilic culture?
When will we realize that we are part of the problem? We have sacrificed our children to the gods of perverseness and licentiousness. When will we wake up and seek out this rottenness and tolerate it no more?
Where have all the children gone?
They’re hiding in their homes, behind locked school house doors, under constant surveillance by cameras in gated playgrounds, or wherever we can provide secure areas for them. But some of them continue to come up missing, plucked from among us and forever lost. My heart is broken, my spirit weeps.  Will you do all you can to protect our little ones? We owe them that, don’t you think?
Folks, the sex trade is rampant in our country and is growing in leaps and bounds.  These are not sickies stealing and molesting and killing our children; these are professional business people scarfing them up as a commodity and selling them for sex objects, sex slaves.
They haunt the hotel areas of big events and proffer their wares—our children!  The political conventions we have just hosted in big cities…on their itinerary.  Big-time ball games…on their itinerary.  Any highly visible congregating of the masses…on their agenda.  You see, there are ever present people wanting what they sell, the young, innocent bodies of our children!
Our kids continue to be kidnapped, stolen, grabbed, snatched, or ripped from their homes and surroundings.   They are targets for the disgusting, degraded people out there who seek to defile and destroy these precious lives for their lowlife ugly habits.
Some children make it back home, alive but broken in spirit and with a life of heartache ahead.  Many are not so blessed.  Many never return, anywhere.  Many are transferred overseas to the sex trade markets existing in foreign countries, never to be seen again.
May we be ever vigilant over the lives of our young children.  Watch over them with steadfast love and care, because the vultures are circling overhead, seeking to steal and destroy.
Listen up!

Memorial Day

I hung the flag out today

The grand red, white and blue

In memory of all those who died

For our land, so precious and true.


Their blood, sweat and nerve

Permeate every grain of sand

And surge within leaves and grass:

“Walk softly on this sacred land.”


The wind echoes with their cries

Do you hear them calling out?

From sea to shining seas they sound

Over hill and dale they shout.


Oh, say can you see

By the dawn’s early light,

The glorious red, white and blue?

It’s there! It’s within sight!


We’ll remember all they gave

For those who followed too;

They are owed such a great debt.

“Patriots, we’ll never forget you!”


Memorial Day 2017


© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.


A Spark to a Flame


From a Spark to a Flame

© Jeanne E Webster   All rights reserved


Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!


You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.


Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.


Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.


Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and others.


I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen


Sweet Baby Moment

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Luke 2:25-33 “And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel; and the Holy Ghost was upon him.

And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord’s Christ. And he came by the Spirit into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law.

Then took he him up in his arms and blessed God and said, “Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which thou hast prepared before the face of all people: a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.”

And Joseph and his mother marveled at those things which were spoken of him.

This passage of scripture is so fragrant with God’s outpouring of blessings upon mankind. Simeon, an old man and mere servant of God, devoted to Him in all his ways, went to the temple after the Holy Spirit had beckoned to him. He was told that someday he would see the Christ, the Messiah, before he died.

Was this the time?

Can you imagine the heart of this devoted servant straining to keep up with the flow of excitement surging through his veins? The Holy Spirit called; he responded. He was the right man at the right place at the right time. He would be the one to reveal the prophecy that Jesus’ significance would extend even to the Gentiles.

Also guided to the temple that very same hour were the parents of Jesus. Joseph and Mary were there to dedicate their firstborn son to the Lord. It was the customary law, along with offering a sacrifice of two turtledoves.

Simeon took the babe in his arms and blessed God!

This is the sweet part. . . holding baby Jesus in his arms. I have held many babies in my arms, and it was a rich blessing to snuggle each one of them. But–the Son of God, the Messiah, the Prince of Peace? How the arms must have trembled, the knees must have weakened; the head must have grown faint.

Yet. . . yet, Simeon raised his voice and said, “Lord, let me depart in peace now, for I have seen our salvation. He shall be a light to the Gentiles and the glory to your people Israel.”

No wonder Joseph and Mary marveled. Simeon was speaking about their firstborn son! One of the sweetest moments in history, folks.


A Kiss

 © Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 Matt. 26:49-50 “And he came to Jesus and said, ‘Greetings, Rabbi,’ –then kissed him. Jesus asked him, ‘Friend, why have you come here?’”

Can you imagine the thoughts that spiraled through Judas’ mind later that day, moments before he hung himself? “Greetings, Rabbi.” Had he been veiling his edginess as he spoke these words?

Then he kissed Jesus on the cheek. Did he remember that final kiss, a ritual that indicated friendship and respect? Jesus had called him “Friend.”  Judas recognized his cost of discipleship very soon after betraying his Lord. He confronted the horror of his actions: Jesus would soon be crucified because he gave him away…with a kiss. What a lesson we can learn from this tragedy.

Transpose this scenario to our lives today.  John 15:13, 14, 15 “You are my friends if you keep my commandments. Henceforth I call you not servants, for the servant knows not what his lord does. But I have called you friends, for all things I have heard from God I have told to you.”  Jesus calls those who love and serve Him his friends. Is Jesus your friend? Do you keep his commandments?

Do you run to him one minute with praise then later betray your friendship?  “Lord, I worship you and praise you. You are the Lord of my life.” Then a conscience-pricking situation comes along and you give no thought to your devotion. You “kiss off” this lord of your life as easily as you would change hats.  “I’m no do-gooder. They can pick themselves up from ground. No one helped me when I was down! Who? Jesus? Nah, he doesn’t expect me to do that. I’m a member of the Main Street ******** Church. What more does he expect? No, no, not me.”

Many times during the day, every day, I’m sure we all hear that still small Voice whispering in our ears:

“Write …

Visit …

Check up on…

Put some change in the little kid’s hand …

Rebuff that urge to …

Call …

Listen …

Touch …”

We all get these twinges of conscience or heart but dismiss them as soon as our senses recognize we might have to leave our comfort zone. Being a friend of Jesus means looking upon others as he would, if he were still on earth.

You see, he still is on earth–in you.

Rise O Lord

Oh God, be Thou exalted over my possessions.

Nothing of earth’s treasures shall seem dear unto me if only thou art glorified in my life.

Be thou exalted over my friendships.

I am determined that thou shalt be above all, though I must stand deserted and alone in the midst of the earth.

Be thou exalted above my comforts.

Though it mean the loss of bodily comforts and the carrying of heavy crosses, I shall keep my vow made this day before thee.

Be thou exalted over my reputation.

Make me ambitious to please thee even if as a result I must sink into obscurity and my name be forgotten as a dream.

Rise, O Lord, into thy proper place of honor, above my ambitions, above my likes and dislikes, above my family, my health, and even my life itself.

Let me decrease that thou mayest increase, let me sink that thou mayest rise above.

Ride forth upon me as thou didst ride into Jerusalem mounted upon the humble little beast, a colt, the foal of an ass, and let me hear the children cry to thee, “Hosanna in the highest.”

~Prayer of A. W. Tozer