Beckies Spot

Greetings to all.  With tonight being Christmas Eve, I thought I’d post another little story for your viewing.  It really put some things in perspective for me last year when I read it- thus being why I made it a priority to keep it all year long.

Twas the Night Before Christmas and all through the town,
Not a sign of Baby Jesus was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy with Christmas time chores
Like decorating and baking and shopping in stores.

No one sang “Away in a manger, no crib for a bed”
Instead they sang of Santa dressed up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart, Papa drank beer from a tap,
As hour upon hour, the presents they’d wrap.

When what from the TV did they suddenly hear?
‘Cept an ad which told of a big sale at Sears.
So away to the mall they all flew like a flash,
Buying things on credit, and others with cash!

And as they made their way home from a trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?  Oh no, not at all.
Their lives were so busy with their Christmas time things.
No time to remember Christ Jesus the King.

There were presents to wrap and cookies to bake,
How could they stop and remember who died for their sake?
To pray to the Savior, they had not time to stop.
Because they needed more time to shop till they dropped!

On Walmart, on K Mart, On Target, on Penny’s!
On Hallmark, on Zales, a quick lunch to Denny’s!
From the big stores down town to the stores at the mall.
They would dash away, dash away, and visit them all!

And up on the roof, there arose such a clatter,
as Grandpa hung icicle lights up on his brand new step ladder!
He hung lights that would flash, he hung lights that would twirl.
They never once prayed to Jesus, light of the world.

Christ’s eyes how they twinkle, Christ’s Spirit how merry!
Christ’s love how enormous, all our burdens He’ll carry!

So instead of being busy, overworked an uptight,
Let’s put Christ back in CHRISTmas and enjoy some good nights!

May you have a wonderful Christmas Eve with your family, in church or simply sitting by the fire.  God bless you all.

In the spirit of Christmas, I’ve decided to stop posting the cheating thing for a few days and post something totally different instead.  I didn’t write it, but I believe it.

“Twas the night Jesus came, and all through the house,
not a person was praying, not one in the house.
The Bible was left of the shelf without care,
for no one thought Jesus would come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling, or bowing their head.
And mom in the rocking chair, with babe on her lap,
was watching the late show as I took a nap.

When out of the eats there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter!
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and lifted the sash,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
The light of His face made me cover my head,
it was Jesus returning, just like He’d said.

And thought I possess wordly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw him, in spite of myself.
In the book of Life, which he held in His hand,
was written the name, of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
when He said “it’s not here” my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His father above.

With those who were ready, he rose without sound,
While all of the others were left standing around.
I feel to my knees, but it was too late,
I’d waited to long and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I’d kown that this was the night.
In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear,
the coming of Jesus is now drawing near.

There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
we’ll find out the Bible was true after all.