A BAG OF TOOLS

 

 

Isn’t it strange

That princes and kings

And clowns that caper

In sawdust rings,

And common people

Like you and me

Are builders for eternity?

 

Each is given a bag of tools,

A shapeless mass,

A book of rules;

And each must make–

Ere life is flown—

A stumbling block

Or a steppingstone.

—R. L. Sharpe

People Need . . .

23RD PSALM

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PEOPLE NEED  . . .

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© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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Gone are the worthy grades in school

The family get-togethers at the pool

The drugs keep telling him he’s cool

…doesn’t realize he’s playing the fool.

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She’s waiting tables and turning tricks

Mind’s cloudy…and nothing clicks

Known on the street as one cute chick

…doesn’t realize she’s getting sick.

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 Preaching sermons Sunday morns and night

Those Bible verses he can easily recite

A jug of booze he’s hidden out of sight

…struggling to step back into the Light.

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People everywhere battling each day

Trying to get back up some way

Keeping those demons somehow at bay

Oh, Lord, bring peace into their souls today.

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Lord, we all need your peace in our souls today.

To Sit and Digest . . . aaah

feather pen

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WHO ARE MY PEOPLE?

By Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni

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My people?  Who are they?

I went into the church where the congregation

Worshipped my God.  Were they my people?

I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.

My people!  Where are they?

I went into the land where I was born,

Where men spoke my language . . .

I was a stranger there.

“My people,” my voice cried.  “Who are my people?”

 

Last night in the rain I met an old man

Who spoke a language I do not speak,

Which marked him as one who does not know my God.

With apologetic smile he offered me

The shelter of his patched umbrella.

I met his eyes . . . And then I knew . . . .

 

 

I went wandering this morning and found some food for thought.  Enjoy this work by an amazing poet and follow the link to read all about her:  Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni, a great lady, author and poet and human being. 

Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni (1888–1970) – Encyclopedia of Arkansas

“Finally, brethren. . . become complete,  Be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you.  The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit, be with us all.”  2 Cor.  13:11, 14

 

Have a great day!

Jeanne

Who Are You?

 

© Jeanne E Webster

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“My name is Jeanne Webster,

Web…eb…ster, Web…eb…ster,

My name is Jeanne Webster…

Who are you?”

I remember singing this song in first grade.   As a way of getting to know each other, we’d go around the classroom and when it got to you, you’d sing this, using your name in place of the last student’s name.  It’s a good way to introduce yourself.

My name is Jeanne Webster.  I was born in western Massachusetts, grew up under the “Army brat” emblem, moved almost every three years, ending up graduating from high school in Germany. My early adulthood was spent as a soldier’s spouse and mother of four children; have seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I’ve worked as a nurse’s aide, certified medical tech, veterinarian assistant, Home Health Care assistant, and freelance writer.

I have been writing since I learned to scribble my name and going non-stop ever since. Non-fiction is my first love but lately I have ventured into the fiction domain. As you can see from my offerings here, I love prose also. Curiosity draws me into new territories and techniques, as I believe challenges are excellent stimulants for the spirit.

I am a Christian and take my faith in Jesus Christ most seriously. He is the focus of all my endeavors and the reason I am who I am. I have been a member of numerous denominations, from Catholic, Presbyterian, Baptist, and back to Catholic. Presently I do not hold membership in any church. I feel there are too many man-made doctrines infused into religion and therefore I present myself to Christ alone. Christianity is not a religion but a way of life.

A never-bored character, I relish poking around in the corners of my days, seeking out the easily overlooked weeds of life for a rose or two.  I love books, books and more books.  I even read manuals that come with new things I buy!  Crafts are my constant companions, along with the need to set down in hard copy my imaginings.   My thoughts are a whole different world; it’s a Jeanne in Wonderland most days.  My one complaint in life, if it’s really a complaint, is that there isn’t enough time in the day to explore the caverns of the mind and the outside world that God has blessed us with.

I love people, care for people, make new friends, pamper the old friends, and do a heap of praying for people.  You’re my sister, my brother, my mom, my dad, my son, my daughter, and on and on.  In other words, you matter to me.

Sooo…who are you?  I’d like to know you too!

[A reblog to get acquainted with my new blogging friends.]

Deliver Us

O God of Earth and Altar

~Gilbert K. Chesterton

 

O God of earth and altar,

Bow down and hear our cry;

Our earthly rulers falter,

Our people drift and die;

The walls of gold entomb us,

The swords of scorn divide;

Take not Thy thunder from us,

But take away our pride.

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From all that terror teaches,

From lies of tongue and pen;

From all the easy speeches

That comfort cruel men;

From sale and profanation

Of honor and the sword;

From sleep and from damnation,

Deliver us, good Lord!

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Tie in a living tether

The prince and priest and thrall;

Bind all our lives together,

Smite us and save us all;

In ire and exultation

A-flame with faith and free,

Lift up a living nation,

A single sword to Thee.

Amen

 

“Apps and More”

 

“Apps and More”

 ©Jeanne E. Webster

 “People become like the gods they worship.”

(On the Way to Jesus, by Alfred Baylis)

People become like the gods they worship. What a scary statement! As Christians we worship the one and true God, Jehovah, the great “I AM.” This thought ought to urge us to grow further in our faith in this one true God and cast away the “other” gods we cling to every day.

Other gods, you say? Us? I don’t think so. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but yes, we serve other gods. Let’s slip off our boxing gloves and get real. Put on our thinking caps and shut off the television, radio, tapes and other noises of this world.

What do we spend the majority of our leisure time on each day? That is where our hearts lie. We have so many options today, popping from the television screen, screaming from the radio, streaming from our MP3 players, or wearing out our fingers texting meaningless messages to others doing the same thing. Multitasking is necessary, considering our gadget-oriented technological society.   Or is it?

Daily we are blasted with news of another contraption that offers us a million more “apps” than were dangled in our faces yesterday. “Apps” is a new word, a shortened version of “applications.” I’m wondering just how many “apps” we really need or, frankly, can use. There are only 24 hours in a day, and we do need sleep occasionally.

Back to the question, our leisure time is mostly spent on what. I have a great exercise for you. Take notes for one twenty-four hour period and see where you timeout most. I’m sure you’ll come up with a surprising summary. The fact of the matter is that we like to be entertained, a lot. We crave input… from gadgets. We like to run solo also; no mingling with others. The only output required is pushing buttons and/or keeping the eyes and ears open. Have we gone batty or what?

People become like the gods they worship. We turn our bodies on for the day, go to work, come home, select our toy for the evening and “Casey bar the door.” We should post “do not disturb” signs on our chests. We are “bad, man.” Tuning out family and friends, we morph into avatars and away we go. Do you see where we are going? We’re turning into gadget-like animations…cold, unfeeling, empty battery-run machines.

Christians, where’s the time spent with our Lord? Oh. Yes. I almost forgot…I said a prayer before I got out of bed this morning. Oh, yeah, I said another prayer before I fell asleep. And maybe I remember thinking of Him during the day once or twice. We call that worship, a few sleepy moments during the day. Maybe on Sunday we go to church, sing songs, listen to a sermon, and hand out cold, empty hugs and handshakes like battery-run machines. The trouble with this scenario is that a large majority of Christians run like this.

Oh, God, I am convicted that I have sinned and lost my way. The world has troubled my soul with such diversions, and I have traded you, my God, for their offerings of gods. Help me sort them out and dump them off my “bucket list.” May I instead put your name as number one and let you add the other “apps.” Forgive me, hear my cries. I repent of this hardness of heart and blindness of spirit. Heal me and dust me off, as I have much to do for Your glory. May I strive to become like you, once again. Amen.