F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply;
He said, "Please excuse me too,
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I,
We went on our way and we said goodbye;
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still;
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down,
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken,
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken;
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said.
"While dealing with a stranger,
Common courtesy you use;
But the family you love,
You seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door;
Those are the flowers he brought for you,
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes..."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed,
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said;
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today,
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay,
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
[AND BROTHER AND SISTER AND SON AND DAUGHTER , TOO...
AND MY FRIEND, IT IS MY PRIVILEGE TO ALSO INCLUDE YOU.]
"What do I do with my Friend?"
An old man and his dog were walking along a country road, enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man that he had died. He remembered dying, and realized, too, that the dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road would lead them, and continued onward.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure diamond. He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw someone sitting at a beautifully carved desk off to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"
"Yes, it is, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began to open.
"I assume my friend can come in..." the man said, gesturing toward his dog.
But the reply was, "I'm sorry, sir, he can't come in.."
The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back toward the road, and continued in the direction he had been going. After another long walk, he reached the top of another long hill, and he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had grown up around it. As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside, sitting in the shade of a tree in a rickety old chair, reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there," the man said, pointing to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"He's welcome too, and there's a bowl by the pump," he said. They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a dipper hanging on it and a bowl next to it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, and then took a long drink himself.
When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was sitting under the tree waiting for them, and asked, "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "It certainly doesn't look like heaven, and there's another man down the road who said that place was heaven."
"Oh, you mean the place with the studded streets and the huge gates?"
"Yes, it was beautiful."
"Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a lot of time. They screen out the people who are willing to leave their best friends behind."
Have a great day!
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