And let His joyous fest Exceed your wildest guess For there’s no happier tear Than when Jesus makes it clear Though this life you’ve messed He shows you fully blessed He’s always close and dear To those who will draw near
Sunday Sermons
Sunday sermons are best
When given a chance to rest
On the hearts and ears
Of the willing to hears
So I’ll make one request
Would you please take this test
Try calming every fear
With the Word of Godly cheer
Prayer for the Aging
PRAYER FOR THE AGED:
“Lord thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older, and will some day be old,
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every occasion.
Release me from graving to try to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details- give me wings to get to the point.
I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others’ pains. Help me to endure them with patience.
But seal my lips on my own aches and pains – they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it possible that I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet: I do not want to be a saint – Some of them are so hard to live with – but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.
Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy, with my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all – But thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end.”
Is It Fresh?
Fresh. That seems to be the demand these days. Not necessarily something new but fresh. Yet today, it just isn’t there. I’m speaking of writing thoughts down. I’ve started and stopped, sidestepped and fumbled. Tried to do other things to clear my mind and I am still out of clever, crisp, sharp, clear, new and fresh. It’s just not there. I used a good part of that energy this morning with a new piece I don’t feel ready to put out yet. It is not that my thoughts or ideas are life shattering dynamos intended to set the world on fire. It is like a poem which was started a while ago and never quite got finished:
Are your days not going just as you thought?
You expected that a future from goals you were taught,
Would give joy and success the way it aught.
So, what has happened to the way you sought?
I’ve quoted it before: life is what happens while you’re busy making plans.
Then we reminisce, wondering what we missed. Still there is a future, a chance for joy and bliss. Our plans, the circumstance of life, the plans of other people; sometimes they meld, sometimes they collide.
So here are five thoughts on righteousness
The difference is between Righteousness and religion
The Righteous grieve when they are not righteous
Religion rejects God’s righteous reign
Real Godly religion is righteousness in action
I’d rather be righteous in God’s eyes than rotting in the best religion man has.
The Best People
Some of the best people I know, I was born to know. I appreciate the grace and beauty and character of many of my family. I am so grateful that I was born in the family I am. Not just the Mother and father and siblings but the extended family as well. The talent and abilities of my children and even my grandchildren thrills me.