Thursday, December 22, 2016

Day 25-Cookie Jar Sweet Memories Plus Christmas!


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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