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The Time is Ripe

Posted Wednesday, January 12, 2011, at 5:47 PM

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The Time is Ripe

By Arley Steinhour 011211

It is time for this old 'Blue nose,' to snuggle warmly into bed,

But first I feel I need to write down, what's inside my head.

What's in my head is in my heart, demanding to be logged,

About the concern that I have, where society has jogged.

There was a time when Sunday morn, you couldn't find a soul,

Unless you walked through open doors, where bells on Sundays toll.

It wasn't really long ago, that Jesus loved children, we surely knew.

The older folks were full in charge, a swat returned attention back to you.

After Church, the swimming pit, or sled ride down a hill we knew,

A special treat was cowboy matinee, and see Cartoon, or two.

Our lives revolved around growing up, God and Country, to be true,

But, some where in life's shuffle, we lost faithful sight of you.

Today, we know you're coming soon, riding on a big white horse,

With blood-stained robe, and shiny sword, for retribution, or worse.

There are so many faithful, who love you through and through,

But there are just as many, who would kill all belief in you.

Your prophecy does tell us, Tribulation takes seven year,

With first half not too bad, but second filled with death and fear.

Some folk feel that you did say, the Believer won't be tested,

After Rapture, those becoming your's, at least will be arrested.

The end of Tribulation, will find at Armageddon's end,

Every soul who takes Beast 'mark,' ner ere be Jesus' friend.

Ten Centuries, you'll rule on earth, over those of Tribulation who survive,

Millennium starts with peace on earth, with less than one in four alive.

A Thousand years, of near no death, population sure does soar,

But, after the thousand, Satan's released, and raises troops for war.

Harmony, of character, and peaceful living, bothers many of mortality,

By droves they turn to Satan, who offers great fun and games for free.

All of those who turn from you, condemns self to where they go,

Eternal torment in the lake of fire, sharing equal in Satan's woe.

So, those of us, who be part of you, must search both high and low,

For any person hopefully seeking, Redemptive Salvation, to know.

Each one of us is part of you, the Bride-groom, we be Bride,

That you Snatch away, when Father says, 'Go bring them all inside.'

So, now we need be Watching, lamp filled and trimmed to see,

Our Bridegroom as You approach, with everyone, as ready, as me.

AMEN


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Arley

Your never ending dedication to your faith is admired by all of us.

To say thanks for being an inspiration for all, I have include a short story of mine for your personal enjoyment. It is not faith based but it should put a smile on your face anyway.

Take care of yourself.

"A PROCRASTINATOR CONUNDRUM"

The dictionary defines a procrastinator as someone who continually postpones doing something. A conundrum is defined as something that is puzzling or confusing. This story is about how being a procrastinator can sometimes produce unintended and often puzzling results.

I come from a long line of procrastinators when it comes to throwing anything of value away, and apparently those traits rubbed off on me also. I am not ashamed of having this common affliction, just puzzled why it seems to drive some folks up the wall. My Grandfather and Father had attained "Master Procrastinator" status in their lifetime, and it appears it won't be long before I get nominated to join that elite club.

My Dad was well known for bringing more junk home from the dump than he had taken there to get rid of. This is one of the most advanced forms of procrastination because it involves an exchange of items based on their perceived value. If the value of the item to be thrown away is great enough, then it is normally acceptable for practicing procrastinators to replace that item with more items of lesser value. The more items in the procrastinators hope chest, the greater the odds that the saved items will someday be of use or great value. How could anyone possibly argue with that logic?

My Mother having been around procrastinators most of her life, had developed her own system of working within the logical constraints of a procrastinators mind. Her methods of executing this system often came into question, and sometimes she was accused of outright manipulation, which she always denied.

Lawn mowers and mower parts were one item that my Dad refused to get rid of. There was always an abundant assortment of mowers in different phases of salvage behind the storage shed in the back yard. Most were missing motor parts, wheels, control levers, etc. Needless to say, we always had the honor of owning the most unique looking mower in the neighborhood.

One year Sears came out with a front drive mower model and Bruce, the neighbor across the street purchased one. My Dad was very impressed with this mower because the drive mechanism that powered the front wheels did not have to be disengaged when making a turn. You simply had to lift the front wheels off the ground while turning and then lower the mower to continue cutting. My Mother recognized an opportunity here and set a plan in motion.

Knowing that the local paper always carried a Sears Flier in the weekend addition, she made sure the Flier was sitting on top of the paper pile when Dad sat down to read the paper Sunday morning. After a few minutes of Dad thumbing through the flier, Mom casually mentioned that Sears sure had some good sales going on right now. Without looking up from the Flier Dad said I don't know if that's true, they have the same model mower here in the Flier that Bruce purchased and it seems a little expensive to me.

Mom had already done her research on mowers and knew that there were always ads in the classified section by people wanting to buy used mowers and parts, so she asked Dad how much do you think you could get out of the old mower and all the extra parts? Dad thought for a minute and finally said I think we would be lucky if we could get seventy five dollars for the whole works. Mom then said - well that would be great if we could get that much, the new mower wouldn't seem so expensive then. The trap was now set. The only way Dad could ever get the mower he wanted was if he sold the old mower and parts to help pay for it -- which he reluctantly did. -- Mission Accomplished -.

My wife uses a more direct approach when dealing with my procrastination of getting rid of things I don't use anymore. I don't recall exactly how many times she asked me to do something with the clothes in the closet that I never wear anymore. For quite a while I was able to put off addressing this issue by saying I had planned to lose a few pounds and those clothes would sure come in handy then.

One year my wife made quilts for all the kids and grandkids. About a month before Christmas I was helping her fold the quits in preparation for shipping when I noticed some of the fabric she had used for the quilt squares, looked almost identical to an old flannel shirt of mine hanging in the closet. -- Mission Accomplished -.

I think my wife knew I would probably recognize the fabric source and she was waiting to see what my reaction would be. I just looked at her with a big smile and said -- sure glad we hung on to all those old clothes, aren't you?

-- Posted by Geezer on Thu, Jan 13, 2011, at 7:53 AM

Boy, do I resemble them guys,,whooooo-eeeee!!! with a twist, but,,,,still, Procrastinator, be me.

I own so much 'junk,' my new stuff has to sit in the yard, waiting for a chance to move into shelter. Ha. Hey, the 'old' stuff needs a warm place more than the new, young, stuff.

Thanks for your fine compliments. They do help keep my vigor vigging, and my optimism opting.

I have a feeling, I will be one of those, very confused, once we graduate to Heaven. If nothing ever wears out, the word 'junk' won't have a home there. Couple that with never needing 'things,' we of the Procrastinator ilk will need be retrained. Ha.

Happy Trails, and Keep the Watch. He is coming soon.

-- Posted by Navyblue on Thu, Jan 13, 2011, at 10:01 AM


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