He is. . . .

He is. . . .
©Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

 

Do you hear him?
Do you feel him?
Do you know him?
Do you love him?

No matter who you are
No matter where you live
No matter what you’ve done
No matter what you look like

Jesus Christ is calling you
Jesus Christ is seeking you
Jesus Christ is loving you
Jesus Christ is saving you.

He is the Son of God
He is the Messiah
He is the Redeemer
He is the Lord and King.

Answer his call
Open your heart
Repent of your sins
Receive his forgiveness.

Believe he died for your sins
Believe he is the Messiah
Believe he is the Son of God
Believe he is your lord and king.

How about it?
Do you believe . . . in Him?
I’m praying that you do!

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!

 

Hear ye

Stained Glass Depicting Jesus Christ

 

© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved and Observed.

 

Do you hear him?

Do you feel him?

Do you know him?

Do you love him?

 

No matter who you are

No matter where you live

No matter what you’ve done

No matter what you look like

 

Jesus Christ is calling you

Jesus Christ is seeking you

Jesus Christ is loving you

Jesus Christ is saving you.

 

He is the Son of God

He is the Messiah

He is the Redeemer

He is the Lord and King.

 

Answer his call

Open your heart

Repent of your sins

Receive his forgiveness.

 

Believe he died for your sins

Believe he is the Messiah

Believe he is the Son of God

Believe he is your Lord and King.

 

How about it?

Do you believe . . . in Him?

I’m praying that you do!

Amen

 

Do You?

love

© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved and Observed.

Do you hear him?
Do you feel him?
Do you know him?
Do you love him?

No matter who you are
No matter where you live
No matter what you’ve done
No matter what you look like

Jesus Christ is calling you
Jesus Christ is seeking you
Jesus Christ is loving you
Jesus Christ is saving you.

He is the Son of God
He is the Messiah
He is the Redeemer
He is the Lord and King.

Answer his call
Open your heart
Repent of your sins
Receive his forgiveness.

Believe he died for your sins
Believe he is the Messiah
Believe he is the Son of God
Believe he is your Lord and King.

How about it?
Do you believe . . . in Him?
I’m praying that you do!
Amen

I Can Fly!

 

© Jeanne E Webster

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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!”

~ 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.

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!