Day 25
Jimmy Lee
teaching Becky to
“burn her butt”
sliding down the stairs
My
Uncle Randell of Nashville, Tennessee, was a “gentleman” of the highest order.
So
kind and considerate of everyone’s feelings and needs, generous to a fault. Any
time we trekked south to the “homeland” for a visit to the “Rebel” relatives,
he made us “Welcome!”
When
I finally got out of school and managed “gainful” employment, we invited
Randell and his family for Thanksgiving and they accepted. A huge snowstorm hit
the Midwest that Wednesday, Thanksgiving eve.
Uncle
Randell and the tribe should have been in around mid-afternoon but as the hours
drifted by and the flakes built in depth, no visitors! About seven that
evening, Uncle Randell called; they were stuck in snow in Chester, a little
town about fifty miles from his destination; they were turning around an going
back to “civilization” where there were “no” northern blizzards!
I
pleaded with him to allow me to come pick them up in my four wheel drive truck
arguing that they were only an hour away and it was four hours for them to go
home. He said: No!
We
were distressed at the errant turn of events and worried through the next two
hours, concerned about their well-being on such a night and sorry to miss their
company for the holiday. “Salvation” came with a knock on the door in the dark
of night; they had persevered!
He
had rightly decided that we were a lot closer than retracing his journey to
Tennessee.
We
enjoyed a delightful Thanksgiving feast and Uncle Randell’s teenage son taught
our young daughter Becky to sit on the steps and by pulling with her heels to
propel her body down the stairs. It was quite a sight and the kids had a ball!
It’s the little
things that count; sometimes we have to provide a bit of effort to get there! Amen!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!
Plus:
Stable-born a “Country Boy”
Our
Father issued a clarion invite for any believer to stand tall
While
heaven echoed patient silence as not one took His call
A
good friend and I were celebrating, just purely for the Joy
Relieving
my worn out angel-guardian, Jesus be a country boy
In
my old red pickup truck, the Son rode shotgun by me side
Trekked
Rocky high on winged-unicorn ’ore His Great Divide
Flew
western slope ’til Northwest-green Pacific-blue me spied
Touched
San Fran Bay, secular L.A., abyss-Grand Canyon-wide
Texas
wild arroyo Llano Estacada to New Orleans Hell-gate pride
Tasted
fresh and clear white Keys to Cayman Isle blue crystal tide
On
Savannah to Atlanta northeast enjoyed the Atlantic seaboard stride
Touched
village on Lake Michigan, visited rolling prairie landscape slide
Kissed
St. Louis gleaming arch-span which pernicious gravity it had defied
And---Never
“Too late!” Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead---devil-evil denied
This
lamented-lost Hedonist, His friend,
with parables did Jesus sure subtly deride
Saints
among us and, angels, too, He loaned and prayed they help me Truth-decide
Through
it all until yon journey’s-end, “His will” be done; from Love I could not hide
Blessed
lowly I:Faith! Family! Freedom! ---In
Him, I eternal Salvation-sacred confide
So?
Allow humble I to answer well the Deity call, I should
Love
holy Trinity Father, Son and Holy Ghost the most, I could
Live! Love!
Laugh!
From coast to coast; east ’round to west, I would
Your
poor excuse and mine, lame, too, He has exposed them all
Bathe
in His sacred Light of Grace by choice, deny any evil fall
Eve
refused answer His call, her mouth with apple-full
Adam
too quick acceded “I cannot my holy vows annul”
The
mark of Kane’s-“sympathy”, he was an only child
Desert-Baptist
John dined free on honey locusts-wild
Moses
busy on the mountain top with Commandments stark
Noah
ciphering the “cubit”-count? Scrambling to build an ark
Nero
fiddled away harsh flames while posh Rome “idol”-burned
Delilah
coiffured Sampson’s curly-locks to leave him evil-spurned
And,
I aboard wild unicorns with Jesus to partake fully life’s-enjoy
Proud
witness to Him, Jesus! Stable-born a
good ole “Country Boy”
Merry
Christmas! Carl & Candy-2015
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