Showing posts with label Jesus Christ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus Christ. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Babe of Bethlehem

Where is the Babe of Bethlehem?

In the stable small,
With Mary His mom and Joseph so tall?

No He's not there still yet,
He is in heaven with His Father I'll bet.

The story says He will come again 
bringing Peace and Love 
from our Father above. 

How can I show my love to Him?
By doing His will with every whim.
~ jet

I had to rework my first poem and then remove it.
I am much happier doing it from a little child's perspective.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Who'll Take The Son?

I love this story and I have heard it before. 

I got it again in my email this morning from my dear friend Marla. 
She got it from Kim who I use to work with when 
I was a Real Estate Agent. 

It is called : 

WHO'LL TAKE THE SON? (Author Unknown)

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. 

The father was notified and grieved 
deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, 
and your love for art.

The young man held out his package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of 
his son in the painting. 

The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 

"Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. 

The man died a few months later.

There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 

"We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. 
Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted. "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted.

"Will someone bid for this painting?"

"Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?" 

Another voice shouted angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting.. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" 

But still the auctioneer continued. 

"The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. 

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters." 

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" 

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. 

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 

"Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted. "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 

"I'm sorry, the auction is over." 

"What about the paintings?" 

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. 

Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. 

The man who took the son gets everything!"

God gave His Son, 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 

"The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?" 

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets 

Granny T.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

“And if we die before our journey’s through.. all is well”

That is surely a depressing title and I know I owe you an explanation.

I have loved reading The Hole In The Ceiling Blog  this last little while. In fact I printed the whole story out so that I could read it at night before I went to bed. Jane's husband died of Cancer and left her with two young boys. She talks of what a horrible experience it was and her feelings have given me a better insight into saying the proper things to someone who has lost something so important to them whether the death of a spouse or a job and a home.

I have been praying for a sweet young mother that I go to church with that has battled Cancer for a while now. She also has an adorable young husband that cherishes her and two young boys. What a coincidence...well maybe not.

I thought that hope was one of the best things that I could give her besides prayer. But the hope turned into reality for us all this week and she is dying. I still pray for her, her boys and her husband that the angels will be with them to buoy them up in the times of their sorrow. Her pain is in her back because the Cancer has attacked her spine. The medicine has taken most or some of the pain away.

Last evening I took dinner to an older lady that I go to church with that is honestly one of the cutest little things I have ever met. She leads the music and what a treat that has been to watch her. She has been down with horrible pain in her back. Her spine is very disjointed. Thankfully she has been rescued from most of the fierce pain with medication. We all have been praying for her that her pain could be alleviated.

Today after I had been up awhile my back starting killing me. It has hurt me the last few days but today it was horrible. I have had seven babies and I can tell you that this pain was as bad if not worse than I've ever had.  I don't know why but I do know that tonight I have true empathy for my sweet friends that have had pain so much worse than mine.

The Lord hold you in the hallow of His Hands, my dear friends. xoxoxo

Grammy T.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Oh My Heck, He Ate The Red Ants

fire ant
They make me itch just to look at them.
I love our missionaries. The young men are usually about 19-21 and the young women are about 21- 23. One day when we were visiting with one of the Elders we served with in The Jacksonville Florida Mission he told us of the time that he and his companion were walking through a group of backyards and came upon a family barbecuing. They stopped to talk and asked them if they would like to hear a lesson about Jesus Christ. The father said “if you eat these red ants I will”.  Now let me tell you about those red ants, they are from South America and are killer ants! Well, they almost killed me. I was sick for a week after getting bit by them. But back to the story… Elder V picked up the cup setting on the barbecue that was full of red ants and swallowed them right down. 

Ewwwwe... I am itching all over thinking about it. My first question to him was “didn’t they bite you?"  And the answer was “yes, but it was worth it because they were the neatest family and very soon after learning more about the Gospel of Jesus Christ they were all baptized and to this day are serving the Lord with all of their hearts.” 

Bless this Elders heart he was willing to do whatever it took to serve the Lord. Now that is a story!!! 

I love you Elder V.  


Grammy T.