Are You Degree’d?

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Isaiah 1:17 “Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.”


Are you educated?

“Sure,” you say. “I graduated from high school in 1961, got degreed in college and went on to learn seven languages, and can play the violin. I have read all the bestselling books, traveled to all four corners of the world, have met many important people, and have tasted delicacies from the finest restaurants anywhere.”

Yes, but are you educated?

I found this test in an old book and was fascinated with the questions and thoughts presented. I’d like to pass it on to you so you can feed upon the words and thoughts with me. If you can answer yes to all the following questions, you are educated. If you cannot, then you are not really educated.

“Has your education made you a brother/sister to the weak?

Do you know what it is to be a friend yourself?

Can you look an honest man or a pure woman straight in the eye?

Do you see anything to love in a little child?

Can you be happy alone?

Can you look into a mud puddle by the wayside and see anything in the puddle but mud?

Can you look into the sky at night and see beyond the stars?

Can your soul claim a relationship with our Creator?”


Thousands more doors and windows have just opened up for my exploration and education; I must travel on.

Thank you, Lord, for eyes that see, ears that hear and a heart that loves. But there’s much more.

Starry Eyed

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Psalm 139:17-18
“How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them.  If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand…”

A team of astronomers has estimated that our universe contains about 70 sextillion (1 followed by 21 zeros) stars that can be seen through telescopes, with sextillions more too far away to be counted.[*] What is more amazing is that there are more stars in the heavens than all the grains of sand on our world’s deserts and beaches!

David could not have counted the grains of sand nor the stars in the heavens, yet he tells us that our God thinks of us more times than that. By all means then we have a 24-7 life-time guaranteed Caretaker. Unthinkable! How awesome!

Our God is great and greatly to be praised. His might and majesty are unsearchable. How wondrous and awesome is our Creator, full of goodness and righteousness.

“Be gracious unto us, our merciful God and Father. Blessed be Thy name forever. Amen.”

*[The calculation was made by a team led by astronomer Dr. Simon Driver of the Australian National University in Canberra and announced this week at the 25th General Assembly of the International Astronomical Union in Sydney.]

Bottled Thoughts

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Time in a Bottle ~by Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day ’til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you.

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with.


What is TIME? It’s a noun; it’s a verb. It’s an object; it’s usable.

You can’t exist without it; it’s there whether you want it or not.

You can spend it; you can waste it. You can ignore it.

But it is there all the time.


TIME is abstract, immaterial; a concept.

A clock can keep it; it can run out; it once stood still.

It has an end; it can tell; it only knows.

But you can’t hold it in your hands;

You can’t really buy more.

You can belong to it

You can’t give it away

It ends when the clock runs out

Tick tock, tick tock …they all fall down.


TIME was made for humankind by God.

How else could humanity measure life and works?

God created heaven and earth and all that was in them.

After the fall in the Garden of Eden, God imparted a theory

Upon humanity; it was called time. A time for hope, a time for love…

In other words, He clocked us; perhaps to enable us to see reality?

Appreciate life more? Make better choices with the time we have?


He gave us a concept…we didn’t grasp the Garden of Eden.

We abused it and walked naked, without thought or care.

We chose to go our own way, envision our own thoughts,

Believe our own creed, live as our own gods.

So he put a governor upon us, to ever remind us of our beginning.


TIME is a concept to show us the way back to God.

God is eternal. We are eternal also but sin split us in two.

That’s when TIME began for us to work our way back home.

Physical death is our end of TIME; we rejoin eternity with God.

One in the Father, by the Father, and with the Father.

At His designated moment, time will be no more.

All creation awaits that moment. It moans and groans as we do.

We’ve wandered far too long as self-willed creatures.

It’s TIME to go home!


[Wandering thoughts about TIME. These are thoughts only!]

Hoary Scritches


© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
A poem-a-day in the month of April?
Is a tad bit silly; goes better in May.
But an order here I will fulfill
About what or who I just can’t say.
The reader will have to wait in line
As the poet scritches the hoary head
Crossing the Ts and the words align
Wafting at play the slatey threads.
I whoof off those stringy cobwebs
Sit up straight and take a breath
Thoughts pop in, then out they ebb
Some alive, others scrubbed in death.
Cheerio! I say to anyone present
Read these lines and in between
We shall have daily times spent
A’ scribbling in this blogging scene.



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How would the landscape look with no sky for a background?

Pop-ups; it’s a pop-up world.

Without a sky background, objects really stand up and out.


Without a paper background, letters would stand perpendicular upon a surface.

Without electricity, letters would be iconic figures on the keyboard.


Letters establish words that emanate from thoughts.

Thoughts interact from the chemistry of my mind.

My mind is an organ, a processing medium.


My body was cultivated within my mother’s womb.

My essence was fashioned from DNA generated from one ancestor to another.

Mankind begat mankind after the Creation.


Was Mankind fashioned from star dust, once floating in space?

In the beginning was Mankind suspended from the mouth of God?

God spoke and Mankind became living words.


I’m glad that God spoke!    Aren’t  you?!




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Dangling in black space
Like white-faced mimes
Hung bits and pieces
Of memorable effects
Shredded and shabby
Hoary, wispy specks glowed
On an invisible clothesline.

Drawing closer I recognized…

A glass chip from an antique mirror,
A frayed scrap from a favorite shirt,
A scruffy heel from my first new shoes,
A tattered ear from my treasured teddy bear,
A jagged corner from my grandma’s photo,
Broken silver links that cradled my crucifix,
A fragment of a cherished birthday card,
A tassel from my son’s high school cap,
A dog-eared page ripped from my old Bible.

“What is this? What does it mean?”

Vagabond bits and pieces of my life
Most precious to me a long time ago
How mystifying to envision them again
Prayed instantly for God’s illumination.

Softly He whispered: “Behold… touch… absorb.”

These were tools
He’d furnished for me
To comprehend love
Feel it deep in the heart
Love and life have value
Beyond all things
Touchable today—
Unearthly tomorrow.
How delicately
A shred or piece evokes
An event that
Seemed so essential
Now is merely
Lingering nostalgia.

Yes, Lord, memories are surfacing…

Grandpa bought the mirror for me
Traded in a pricey grandfather clock;
Grandma surprised me on my birthday
Presenting that longed for plaid shirt;
Dad hunted all over town for my shoes
With a great big hug, his special love;
Teddy bear all petted out was my sister’s
She died young and I miss her sorely;
Grandma’s photo was the last vestige
Of the only real live-angel on earth;
Mom saved up her ironing earnings
Bought me that cross dangling on a chain;
The birthday card gifted in adolescence
My first boyfriend, becoming my husband;
My son so proudly graced me with his tassel
Graduating and making his way in the world.

My heart trembles at the dog-eared page
Torn loose from the Word, my study book
That old Bible was so marked up
Prayers, notes, spiritual growth and such
Broken heart tear-dotted pages
Along with drops of precious “blood”
While sipping from the cup
After eating the “bread.”

Oh Lord, how precious
Are these memories
The love-wrapped folks
Who were my family
So many friends
Dot my highway too
All bits and pieces
You loaned for my purpose
To soften my heart
And feel the pulse
My spirit must possess
To become like You.

I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!



“These things have I spoken to you that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:11-12
(This dream was real, merely enlarged upon to share with you.)


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have you ever sat by the railroad track

and watched the emptys cuming back?

lumbering along with a groan and a whine,

smoke strung out in a long gray line

belched from the panting injun’s stack –

just emptys cuming back.


i have – and to me the emptys seem

like dreams i sometimes dream –

of a girl – or munney – or maybe fame –

my dreams have all returned the same,

swinging along the homebound track –

just emptys cuming back.

 ~ Angelo de Ponciano

(A pondering old poem I wanted to share . . .)