Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Fire Proof --the movie (never leave your partner)
1 Corinthians 13:4-7: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (NIV)
1 Corinthians 13:4-7: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (NIV)
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Christmas Spirit E. C. Baird
I am the Christmas Spirit.
I enter the home of poverty, causing pale-faced
children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder.
I cause the miser’s clutched hand to relax and thus
paint a bright spot on his soul.
I cause the aged to renew their youth and to laugh
in the glad old way.
I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood and
brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.
I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways with
filled baskets, leaving behind them hearts amazed at the goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild,
wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token that releases glad
tears—tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.
I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred manhood
of what might have been, and pointing forward to good days yet to come.
I come softly into the still, white home of pain;
and lips that are too weak to speak just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look
up into the face of God, and for a little moment forget the things that are
small and wretched.
I am the Christmas Spirit.
E. C. Baird, Christmas Spirit
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
The Rainy Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It rains, and the
wind is never weary;
The vine still clings
to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the
dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark
and dreary.
It rains, and the
wind is never weary;
My thoughts still
cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of
youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark
and dreary.
Behind the clouds is
the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the
common fate of all,
Into each life some
rain must fall,
Some days must be
dark and dreary.
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