Worth Less?

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There was a little donkey, left starving by the way

He couldn’t even walk no more, he couldn’t even bray

The man who used to beat him, tripped and bumped his head

The man who used to kick him, had gone and dropped down dead

 

That man arose to heaven, where he saw the holy host

Angels, Serphs, and Cherubs, and God, the Holy Ghost

Then fear like darkness baring death, descended on his soul

And that man who kicked his donkey, fell down a fiery hole

 

There was a little donkey, left dying by the road

He lay there barely breathing, beneath his heavy load

When Light appeared up in the sky, and warmed him through and through

And summer rain like mama’s love,  fell soft as morning dew

 

He raised his eyes to see a man, now kneeling by his side

And felt ashamed at his poor lot, he wanted so to  hide

A gentle hand caressed his back, and life coursed through his veins

The next he knew he was on his feet, and free from choking reins

 

“I need you little donkey, to fulfill a prophecy.

Are you willing little donkey, to bare and carry me? “

The donkey brayed and nodded, and with heart so full of  love

He bowed before the gentle man, and praised the Lord above

 

Now, you know this little donkey, this humble little ass

He’s the one who carried Jesus, through the city’s cheering mass

And just like him you may be one, all beat and left for dead 

And thoughts of total worthlessness, are all that’s in your head

 

Take another look at donkey, he wasn’t what he seemed

Man and world tossed him aside, but Christ himself redeemed

Ne’er think my friend that you’re a waste, you’re not a throw-away

He made you in His image, He made you for today

 

And none can know your actual worth, not you, nor any man

Though, your name is writ in bright red blood, in palm of His own hand.

 

Spirits and Angels – The Spirit of Truth

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It’s amazing the things that we cannot see or know that we readily, nay, heartily accept. Many in this world have problems accepting that there is a Holy Spirit. Namely, The Spirit of Truth, and yet they have no problem accepting that there are ‘spirit’ guides and helpful ‘angels.’

These spirit guides and helpful angels are wooed and sought after with regularity in hopes of prosperity, elevation, and light. Of course we all want to hear from the other side! They have access to everything, and see all, and know all. But, do they know all? Can they really see all?  And do they care for our well-being and peace? Are they good-guys?

What about the Spirit of Truth? Most folk ridicule the very notion of a Holy Spirit. I find that fascinating. There seems to be something instinctive in man pushing against the knowledge of the Holy Spirit as naturally as it pushes against the notion that pigs fly, and yet, delights completely in the belief of spirit guides and angels. Hmm? What’s the difference between those spirits and angels and the Spirit of Truth? Well, I’m glad you asked.

Those lovely spirit guides and angels will tell us what we want to hear. Yes, you are going to meet the love of your life! Yes, you are going to come into great wealth!, Yes, your old Pappa/Mama/Gran is happily watching you from heaven! And be careful not to get on the number 26 on a Friday! I could go on but you get my drift. The fact they can describe the character and actions of those gone before us or tell us what we did last Thursday only confirms their authenticity and power. But should that cause us to trust these entities are friends interested in our well-being and peace? 

And what about this Holy Spirit, this Spirit of Truth; what does He do? “And He, when He is come, will convict the world in respect of sin, and of righteousness, and of Judgement.” John 16:8.  Now, who wants to be reminded of all the bad things they’ve done or are doing? No one! So, we turn away from the Spirit of Truth, and run to those spirits who are more understanding and who give us exactly what we pay for. They make us feel good. Where’s the harm in that?

Well, I could quote you chapter and verse, but I won’t. I’ll just say, that not only is the Spirit of Truth the Convictive He is also the Guide, Comforter, Counselor, Helper, and Friend who loves us and stays with us always. See John chapter 14.

Finally let’s not forget  that Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. 2 Cor 2-14.  So, that wonderful spirit or angel guiding us into a rosy future might, just possibly, be old Lucifer himself. Buahahahahaha!

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Angels, Visions, and Warnings

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My wee (younger) cousin Mary shared this photo on social media this morning and it got me to thinking about angels.  I’ve seen angels with my own eyes in broad-day-light so I know they exist but, when I see angels portrayed like these, with wings, it makes me question the validity of the photographs.

I do not believe angels have wings, they don’t need them. They are spirit. Spirits do not need wings to travel. I believe the masters of old depicted the angels in their paintings and drawings with wings because it was one of the few ways to show the difference between man and angels.

And now you are wondering about my seeing angels.  :-) For those who are wondering I’m going to share the story.

At the time I was friends with a woman who was going through a very tough time in her life. She was in much pain and heartache. I, as a friend and a Christian, was doing my best to help her get through her day. I would listen to her, try to give her advice, and just generally be there for her. I never thought about whether what I was saying or doing was right or wrong.

I usually went home for lunch every day and this one day I’d made myself a sandwich and some tea and I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my lunch and reading. At some point I realized I was not alone. To my right, exactly where the kitchen becomes the sitting-room, stood two angels. They were male, blond, wore white robes, and stood side by side. I was petrified beyond words.

The feeling that overcame me was like that of passing-out. I felt that I was falling backwards into an abyss. And then I was in a vision. In the vision I saw myself and my friend. We both had on blindfolds. In this vision I was leading my friend to a door and I was opening the door for her.

When I came out of the vision I felt even more terrified because I had no doubt that the scripture verse about the blind leading the blind was the message the angels were giving me. In my ignorance I was hindering and not helping another and it was so bad that God sent angels to stop me! I decided it would be better for me, and more especially for her, if I just listened rather than offer her any further advice.

Cartoon Gospels - Tripping Out?

 

The verse about the blind leading the blind comes from Matthew 15:14. In the 15th chapter of Matthew Jesus is speaking with his disciples about the Pharisees, the religious rulers at the time. The Pharisees were questioning the disciples holiness because they didn’t wash their hands before they ate. To which Jesus responded, it is not what goes in to his mouth but what comes out of it that makes the man clean or unclean because out of the heart comes all sorts of evil.

The disciple asked Jesus, do you know you offended them when you said it’s what comes out of their hearts that makes them unclean? Jesus replied… if a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into a pit.

Even though my intentions were Christian and pure and of genuine concern for my friend I got it wrong. Sad to say I’m still impulsive and reactive rather than wise and cautious. I still get it wrong. How I wish God would just be done with it and go ahead and make me perfect. But then I suppose I’d miss this whole exciting journey called life.

Bread of Angels,
made the bread of men;
The Bread of heaven
puts an end to all symbols:
A thing wonderful!
The Lord becomes our food:
poor, a servant, and humble.
We beseech Thee,
Godhead One in Three
That Thou wilt visit us,
as we worship Thee,
lead us through Thy ways,
We who wish to reach the light
in which Thou dwellest.
Amen. 

 

Carol and Jane: The Sunny Side of Life

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Carol and Jane are just two of the many wonderful Carers who help take care of our mother. There are: Nicola, Ruth, Carol, Carol, Angela, Ann, Rita, Katy, Cathy, and I know I’ve forgotten some names, but I wanted to concentrate on the two Nutters Carol and Jane today. 

Jane, the taller of the two, (and while still a youngster. Ha!   :-) ) has started taking hot flashes so at times looks downright purple. Carol, the not so taller of the two, likes to tell jokes, wear Wellies, go hiking-hills and walking. They are both a breath of joyous fresh air in a world of hurt and pain.

Every morning at eight-thirty my mother hears them calling, “Good Morning, Margaret!” as they come in the front door. Then with love and good-cheer they help her out of bed, (most times while singing her a song) help her in to the shower, bathe her, dress her, and give her breakfast. They share jokes, and songs, and as many cuddles as my mother wants. Nothing is ever too much for these two beautiful souls.

Why am I telling you about Jane and Carol? Because I love them. I love them for their unfailing kindness, for their patience, for their care and concern for my mother. I love them because even though it can be a very tough, and sometimes heartbreakingly painful job they have, they are always the same, loving, caring, cheerful, fun, and hard-working women. I love them because when they are on the job I/we can rest assured our mother is in good hearts. 

My mother adores these two Angels. Every morning they leave her beaming, and as fresh as a daisy, happily sitting in her chair. Then its cuddles all round ‘again’ and they are off to take care of their next client.

There are no words to express the depth of our thanks for these two, beautiful, wonderful, gracious, women. They are a blessing we know comes straight from the heart of God. Thank you God for Carol and Jane; for two truly amazing human beings, and deeply caring souls. They are dearly loved and cherished. xx

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On an aside note I tried umpteen times to find a video where the folk singing, Keep on the Sunny Side were actually smiling as they sang, but their faces were all tripping them!  Ah tell you wit! I’ve laughed off at least a couple of those stubborn pounds this morning.    :-)

Random Thoughts

Heaven is real.

There are angels (sent to help us) constantly flitting between heaven and earth.

As ugly as we can be, and are, God still loves us.

Take heart it’s not over yet.

You can begin again.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new start, another chance.

Don’t despair.

You can throw off the old and put on the new.

Just ask for the help you need.

And never give up believing all things are possible!

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

One cold fall evening, just as the last rays of the sun were slipping below the horizon, and the stars began to twinkle, a little baby bird chirped, “Mama, may I play some more?”

No, no,” hushed mama bird. “It’s dark now and time to rest.” Mama bird tucked baby bird tightly under her wings.

Baby bird liked being in that warm, safe, place. “Will you tell me a story Mama?”  

Mama bird gazed lovingly at her precious baby and chirped. “Once there was a little sparrow that lived in a very old oak tree. All day long little sparrow jumped from branch to branch singing his little heart out. His songs were so glorious that people, and all kinds of birds and garden creatures stopped to listen. It wasn’t unusual to see a crowd gathered around little sparrow’s tree. Of course, little sparrow was so caught up in his songs that he never noticed his audiences. He was joyfully lost in every ‘chirp’ and every “trill.”

Baby bird snuggled to get comfy as mama bird continued. “One morning old rooster ‘cock-a-doodle dooed!” with such a loud, sharp, shriek that poor little sparrow jumped-up out of his sleep, missed his footing, and went tumbling down through the giant tree. He hit his head on almost every branch and limb as he bounced off one and down through another. About halfway down part of poor little sparrow’s beautiful beak broke clean off. PUTT! Sparrow lay dazed on the dew-soaked morning  grass.

Little sparrow,” a voice whispered. “Little sparrow come sing, come sing your songs again.

Little sparrow’s body twitched and then twitched some more. And somehow, and no one knows how, the part of his beak that had broken off was right back where it belonged  - on his beak. Sparrow opened his eyes and caught his breath. He’d never seen an angel before. And, as all little birds should, he bowed his face to the ground.

Come up here,” said the angel.

“Little sparrow felt his body slowly rise from the ground. Up and up, and up he went until he was at the top of the great tree. He was now face to face, and eye to eye, with the angel. He felt as though he were floating on an ocean of warmth and love. It felt so good.

Sing, little Sparrow,” the angel said again. “Sing!” Tenderly the angel touched the little sparrow’s beak. 

Suddenly little sparrow burst into song. He sang and he sang, and he flit from branch to branch, and he sang, and he sang some more until all at once the heavens parted and there sitting in all his glory was the King of Kings. The king was smiling. He was listening to little sparrow singing.

I love you little sparrow.” He said. “Thank you for singing the sun up in the morning and the moon out at night. Thank you for being faithful to use the gift I’ve given you. Thank you for sharing your beautiful songs,” He whispered lovingly. Then, just as suddenly as the heavens had opened, they closed again.

Many have wondered why little sparrow always sang his songs with such passion, and with all of his strength and might. Now they know what little sparrow has always known; he is ever being watched by the King.”

“What about old rooster Mama, what happened to old rooster?” said baby bird.

Mama bird rolled her eyes heavenward and chuckled. “Well, Sweetheart, the older old rooster got (remember he was quite old to begin with) the louder and louder he ‘cock-a-doodle-dooed.’ But it was okay because wise little sparrow began sleeping with great big pillows full of leaves wrapped around his little ears.” 

Mama bird snuggled baby bird tightly under her wing, and before you could say, ‘night-y-night, sleep-tight,’ both were fast asleep. 

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But not a single sparrow will fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. Matthew 10:29 b

Oceans and Rivers of Tears

I wrote this poem the day the little children of Sandy Hook Elementary School were gunned-down while learning their lessons in class. 

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Rivers of tears run through fields, and cities, and streets 

Wailing is heard in this nation — (proud and strong) bereft

Its mothers and fathers weep for their children

sisters and brothers lie curled in grief

Their wailing and travailing are heard all the way to heaven

(Where angels are weeping too)

Grandparents pound their chests, “Take me instead! TAKE ME INSTEAD!”

But the little children, snatched in the blink of an eye,

are already safe at home.

The Word of God says that heaven belongs to such as these. After watching this can you just imagine the joy of the children in heaven? 

The Reward

The falling snow-covered her sleek black locks like a mantilla. She reached for the cast-iron handle of the heavily carved church door, turned and pulled it in one motion. Candles flickered around the sanctuary giving a warmth to its gothic stylings. All she needed was the organ softly playing, but there was no one sitting on the bench. All was quiet.

“Click-click, click-click.” Her smart black pumps needed re-heeled. She tried walking on the balls of her feet to lessen the noise and keep her heels from marring the beautiful Italian marble, but the clicking continued. She headed to the altar.

How long had it been since she’d set foot in a church? She couldn’t remember. Flashes of the congregation singing and praising God flooded her mind while her heart-felt like someone had placed a hot-water bottle right in its center. Tears welled up and flowed down her face. The heat in her heart intensified. She knelt at the foot of the altar before flinging herself prostrate on the floor sobbing.

“Why do you love me Lord! When I’m such a waste of life? Why? Please take me home to be with you. I am useless here. I can’t love another human being. I’m so busy judging them, and pushing them away from you with my selfishness. I’ve tried to love people Lord. You know I have, but I just can’t! I don’t have your love in my heart. I’m so selfish! I have nothing to give and I give nothing. Why am I still walking this earth? Why am I still here? Please take me home to be with you! Please Lord, take me home to be with you!

Silence.

The sobbing continued until moonbeams streamed through the stained-glass window. Weary and worn she got to her knees and then stood to face the altar. Hopelessness filled every cell of her being. She was a complete failure. She was a failure as a wife, and mother, daughter, sister, friend, neighbor, and colleague, but worse than all of that, she was a failure as a Christian. There was no hope for her. There was no point in trying to go on. She’d made up her mind. If He wouldn’t take her home to be with him she would. Taking a bottle of pills from her coat pocket, she turned them out onto her hand, threw them into her mouth, and took a quick drink from the holy water by the side-door.

She lay down on the first pew and waited. In the distance she could see a beautiful crystal-sea. The icy-blue waters gently lapped at the gleaming white sands while the breeze whispered… What was it saying? She struggled to hear. Angels, some in white and some in blue robes, some with golden sashes, and some with white, filled the heavens. She tried calling them, but her voice wouldn’t work. She sat up and watched as one by one people of all ages appeared and seemed to take their place in the pews until every pew was filled and every aisle overflowing. And music, unlike any she had ever known, permeated everything. Was that the scent of? Jasmine? lavender? Gardenia? She couldn’t quite place it.

A little boy, maybe three years old, came over to her. He looked at her with such love in his eyes she wondered if he knew her. His chubby little hand reached up and gently touched her face. “Thank you for praying for me, and my mommy and daddy.” he said, and kissed her cheek.

“But I don’t know you; when did I pray for you.?” she whispered. The boy moved on only to be replaced by an old woman. Just as the boy had done the woman looked at her with such love in her eyes and then gently caressed her face. “Thank you for lifting me up. Your prayers bought me enough time so that I was able to say goodbye to my precious husband.”

“But I don’t know you either, when did I pray for you?”

A young man in combat gear came next. He looked at her with such love in his eyes. “Thank you for praying for me.” he said caressing her tear-stained face. “Without your prayers I wouldn’t be here. You prayed me into the Kingdom. I’ll be forever grateful.”

One by one the people in the pews came forward, looked at her with such love, caressed her face, and thanked her for the prayers she’d said for them. “But I don’t know any of you!” she cried.

She watched as the tiny flickering light in the middle of the altar grew until it filled the church. And then a voice from above said, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these you did for me.” Her body was now upright and she was floating toward the flame. Indescribable love engulfed, surrounded, poured-in and out of her all at the same time. And peace like a river carried her forward. As she drew closer to the center of the flame it opened in a vision.

She saw herself sitting at the breakfast table with her bible open, her hands lifted high, and praying. The vision changed and she was prostrate on the floor on top of a large map of the world. She was weeping and wailing and calling on the Name of God to save the lost Peoples of the different nations. She pled for the down-trodden, and the despised, the poor and the hurting in war-torn regions. The vision changed again. This time she was driving and each time she passed a child she lifted them up to the Lord for salvation, deliverance, and protection. And again the vision changed. This time she saw herself kneeling, hands clasped in prayer by her bedside.

She could hear the faint sound of voices surrounding her and struggled to hear what was being said. The sound increased. A hand took hers and turned her to face the pews. There on their knees were all the people who had thanked her for her prayers. She instantly knew they were praying for her! She could feel waves and waves of love wash over her until she was overcome with joy. Suddenly she burst out singing, “Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning my song shall rise to you! Only thou art Holy, Merciful, and Mighty, God in three persons, blessed trinity!” She thought she was going to explode with joy.

Once again she was watching the icy-blue waves lap the crystal-sea. The whispering was louder and she could finally hear what was being said. “But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.” She stood, her spirit renewed, her heart bursting with love, and her purpose clear. She’d never felt better in her life. All she wanted to do was run into the street and pour out God’s love on everyone she met.   —   And she did. 

MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE/HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine!
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O let me from this day be wholly thine.!

May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart, 
My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me.
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire…

Holy, holy, holy!  Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song rise to thee.

Holy, holy, holy!  Merciful and mighty,

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

 

Holy, holy, holy!  All the saints adore thee,

casting down their golden around the crystal sea;

cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,

which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be 

Holy, holy, holy!  Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name,

in earth and sky and sea.

Holy, holy, holy!  Merciful and mighty,

God in three persons, blessed Trinity.

Bitter is as Bitter Does

“Make mine a double… And give me one of them he’s having as a chaser too… Shheers!” Mary finished her drinks and staggered out of the bar without her coat or her purse. But she did have her phone and her keys. Got everything I need right here she thought holding them up to the barman who’d tried to stop her leaving.

“Wait!” she heard, but Mary waited for no one. Not since she wasted ten years of her life waiting for that loser Robby to ‘pop’ the question. “Piece of shit!” She mumbled as she struggled to get the key into the car door.

The rain fell steadily casting a heavy gray mist over the city. Soaked to the bone she kicked the car and launched the keys into the traffic. “Piece of SHIT!” She screamed. 

“That was smart.” Said the voice of the man standing beside her.

“Piss-off!” came the reply. “Go on! Piss-off! Whoever the hell you are!”

“I don’t remember you being a potty-mouth Mary?” He replied holding the keys up.

“Who the?… Brian Davis! Well, if it ain’t little old Brian? What you doing here in the middle of the night?”

“Seems like watching out for you.”

“Na! that’s shit! You ain’t looking out for me. You’re looking out for you! I know who you are, Little Brian! I know what you did!” She snatched the keys from his hand.

“Mary, that was a long time ago.”

“Yeah, is that right? Piss-off! you’re getting on my nerves. Go on git! Little Brian.”

“Mary, give me the keys, let me help you.”

“Yeah, like you helped that other girl! Huh? Helped her right out of her… We all know what happened, Little Brian!”

“No you don’t, Mary. No you don’t. You think you know what happened, but you don’t. And like I said, that’s all behind me now, but let me tell you what happened. Please!”

“What the hell do I care about what you say happened 15 years ago? You’re a creep, and you’ll always be a creep. Now piss-off and leave me be.” The key finally clicked into place; Mary turned it, opened the door and got in.

“Mary, you’re in no condition to drive. Please, let’s just stay here a while and talk. We can talk about when we were kids in the same class, or how we won the state championship spelling bee, or remember that time when we all went down the bowling alley and you went flying up the lane with the ball stuck to your hand!”

“We ain’t gonna be doing no reminiscing about shit! Piss-off! Leave me alone!” The key was in the ignition and Mary was pumping the pedal. Revving the engine and laughing she hissed, “Now that’s a hemi! You ever driven a Hemi Bri-bri? No, I bet you ain’t.”

Actually Mary, I have. Why don’t you let me show you how well I can drive this baby of yours?” With that he pulled open the driver’s side door and leaned in.

“Get outta here!” screamed Mary. Pushing thin air. What the hell? There was no one there. She got out of the car and looked around, but she was all alone. “Now  I know I’m drunk,” she mumbled closing the car door. Putting her foot on the brake she pulled the stick-shift toward her into drive, turned the wheel to the right and hit the accelerator. I can do this she thought heading toward the state highway.

“You should let me drive.” Came the voice from the back seat sending chills down her spine.

Mary screamed as the car careened round coastal highway 32 and took flight.

“Told you, you should have let me drive.” Said the voice from the back seat.

Terrified Mary looked in her rearview mirror. The horror she saw there stopped her heart, and she keeled over dead. The demon laughed and continued laughing until the car hit the boulders at the bottom of the cliff. Snarling it hovered over Mary’s dead body. “Come on! Mary!” He snarled. “Come on!” 

Mary looked down. She could see her lifeless body, broken and bloodied, trapped behind the wheel of the wreck that remained of her precious Dodge. She felt light, but sick to her stomach. Like she’d been punched full on the nose. Something grabbed her by the throat and was pulling her at light-speed through a very dark tunnel. Terror gripped her. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t see anything but darkness. The sounds of agonized screaming filled every cell of her being. It was as if the whole world were screaming in terror, but no one could help.

The heat intensified the further down she went. She couldn’t breath and was choking on the stench coming up from the pit. The tunnel was now red and getting redder as she sped through. She felt as though the flesh was being burned from her body, and even though she knew her body was back in the wreckage of her car, she still felt pain. The tunnel was now fully fire. Orange flames licked at her as she continued down into the pit.

“Ma–ry! Ma–ry!” The demon’s yelled as she writhed in agony. Her pain was so intense she couldn’t gather a thought. All at the same time the demons jumped on her and started tearing at her. Pain this world has never known filled her to the point she dropped into oblivion.

“Mary! Mary!” She heard whispers, opened her eyes, and looked up to see Brian Davis leaning over her.

“Can you hear me?” He asked holding  her bandaged face in his hands.

The tears rolled from her eyes and she took a deep breath. Her tears fell for almost two hours before she could reply… “Brian, I’m so happy to see you.” She whispered. “I’m so happy to see you.”

Brian leaned in and whispered. “You’re pretty badly burned Mary, and you have a few broken bones. But the doctors say you will recover completely. It’s going to take time, but you’ll be fine.

“Brian, I think I went to hell.” Mary replied her tears flowing once again. “I’m scared to fall asleep.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you Mary. I’ve been there too. And you don’t ever have to go there again.”

“I’m so sorry Brian, for the way I spoke to you. That wasn’t me, I’m not like that.”

“I know,’ said Brian. “We all have pain and sorrow, and sometimes the bitterness overtakes and changes who we are. But Mary there is good news. There is a God and He is a Savior.”

” But how do you know that?” Asked Mary tears still rolling. “All I’ve ever known is pain, and now, I know there is a hell! Where is this God you’re talking about? Where was he when I was burning in hell? Why didn’t he stop me from getting drunk or getting into the car?”

Right before her eyes Brian grew to about twelve feet tall. The light flowing from him flooded the room. In an instant he was the barman holding up her coat and purse, and asking her to wait. The next he was Brian Davis pleading with her to let him drive. And then he was the most beautiful creäture she had ever seen. He was everything she thought an angel from heaven would be. Peace like she’d never known washed over her and she was no longer afraid. 

When the angel disappeared the door opened and a nurse came in. “Oh, you’re awake!”

She pressed the buzzer on the side of Mary’s bed and the door opened again. This time it was Robby who came into the room. He was sobbing, “I’m so sorry, Mary. I was… I thought…  I’m not good enough for you. I’m just a clerk what can I offer a girl like you? But I’ll never leave you ever again. Marry me Mary! Please say you’ll marry me!”

It took all of her strength to open her mouth, but she did, and whispered. “Robby, you idiot! I love you. I always have. And I don’t care about how much you earn. As long as we are together I’ll be happy.” 

Some time later she asked, “Robby, do you remember Brian Davis from school?”

“Sure I do. Why?”

“I was just wondering; what ever happened to him?”

“Don’t you remember Honey, about fifteen years ago? He was arrested and jailed for interfering with that little girl, but it wasn’t him it was another guy. It was years before they found out what really happened. But before the truth came out the little girl’s father stalked and killed Brian? Don’t you remember, it was in all the papers? The father said Brian kept saying, “I forgive you! I forgive you,” the whole time he was stabbing him.  And that the dad thought Brian was nuts for saying he forgave him. Until they caught the real child molester, and the little girl’s father realized the bitter cost of his pain.

Mary turned her head to the side and whispered a prayer, “Forgive me, Lord.”

 

 


Playing Tag With Angels

I saw a child at play today

He was having so much fun

I watched him growing wilder

Playing tag and run

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His laughter carried skyward

It touched an angel’s wing

Twas then the angel turned around

And he began to sing

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A song of jubilation

A song unheard before

The whole world stopped to listen

Enraptured to its core

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The angel sang with all his might

Which lifted up each heart

Then just as quick as he’d appeared

He quickly did depart

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The people bathed in God’s sweet love

In peace went on their way

All but the little boy of course

Today was his big day

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He got to see an angel!

He even heard him sing!

But best of all for him today

He tagged an angel’s wing.

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(Spread from Julia Durango’s Angels Watching Over Me, illustrated by
Elisa Kleven; Simon & Schuster, 2007)

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