Sunday, December 11, 2005

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from Bold Springs, Georgia

‘Twas two weeks before Christmas
When all through the house
Neither Lucy nor I were stirring
Not even my spouse.

The children and grandchildren were comfy
All snug in their homes,
While visions of gifts
In their heads did roam.

And Tim in his sweats
With a comforter wrap
Had just settled his brain
For an afternoon nap.

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter,                                                                      
Lucy sprang from her bed
To see the squirrels scatter.

Away to the window
I flew across the floor,
Lucy ran right past me
And out the doggy door.

The cold, frosty air
Reminded me then
That Christmas was coming
And the year would end.

We have been really busy
With lots of parties and fun
A wedding and a baby
Kept us all on the run.

My dad has moved
From his old home place,
Says that I dumped him off
In the new, smaller space.

He is quite happy
If the truth be told.
Entertaining at every meal
Four ladies--wrinkled and old.

Our family is grateful
For blessings abound.
We love one another
As we gather around.

Political correctness aside
I will say what I might.
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night.”











Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Prayer in Schools

Prayer in Schools

Thank God that students and teachers may still pray in schools. They pray in the classrooms, lunchrooms, bathrooms, locker rooms, band rooms, gyms, hallways, office, clinic, library, and the shop. They have also been known to pray on the practice field, at the stadium, around the flag pole, and in meetings. They pray before and after games, during graduation, and on field trips. They pray silently, aloud, alone, or in groups. Their prayers often move mountains.

Politicians cannot find prayer in schools because they are looking for the wrong things. They think prayer looks like a political rally where everyone is screaming over everyone else, calling each other terrible names, and ignoring the rights, feelings, and wishes of every listener within earshot. They have forgotten that Jesus preferred the quiet prayer from a penitent soul rather than the self indulgence of the street corner screech.

What would Jesus do? Sadly shake his head and wonder how we have gotten it so wrong for so long. The still, small voice of God is difficult to hear in middle of a whirling dervish.


Shhhhhh.