Funny story…

25 12 2012

Murry’s Christmas Eve

He sprang from his bed

Headed down the hall

Tripped over a heater cord

But he didn’t fall

He rounded the doorway

As quick as could be

He’d drank too much earlier

And he had to pee

As he finished his business

And started to flush

He felt the air change

It almost gave him a rush

He crept to the top of the staircase

To see what he could see

And there stood Santa

standing by his tree

Now the sight that he saw

Looking over the rail

Gave him such a fright

Down the stairway he fell

Down the long staircase

Bumpidee bump bump

He landed at the bottom

Just one great big lump

Santa rushed over

an took a quick look

At his bruises and bumps

And his broken left foot

Old St. Nick shook his head

Let out a deep sigh

All he could say was

“My my my”

Quick as that Santa touched his finger

To the side of his nose

Murry felt  funny feelings

That began at his toes

A feeling of warmth

Begin to rise

All through his body

Up to his eyes

Soon enough

And much to his surprise

Santa had healed him

And told him to rise

Murry said to Santa

“You fixed me right up

I thought I was a gone’er,

Here, let me stand up!”

Santa looked at Murry,

With a twinkle in his eye

Said, “Your really lucky,

I tell you no lie”

It wasn’t the first time

Santa would say

“That people have hurt themselves

when I’ve surprised them that way”

As a disciple of Jesus

Santa had the touch

That whenever he needed

He could heal someone up

“Santa I wasn’t sure

If I still really believed

I thought my eyes were playing tricks

That I had been deceived”

Santa just winked

“Now Murry” he said

as he moved cross the room,

“get your self back to bed.”

“Now tell everyone this story

if you think that you must

But they won’t believe you

in that you can trust!”

Murry was confused

at what Santa had said

He was dumbfounded

Left scratching his head

“Look now Murry,”

Santa would say,

“It’s Christmas morning

Near break of day”

“Last night you got into the eggnog

In fact you hit it real good!

You had promised you wouldn’t

But you knew that you would.”

“And every knows

what drinking will do.

Do you think they’ll believe

this story to be true?”

Murry quickly realized

Santa was right

No one would believe him

that he’d seen such a sight

He pondered for a moment

stared at the ground

And when he looked back

Santa was nowhere around

He decided right then

As he climbed up the stairs

What all that had happened

No one would care.

Who would believe

a tale such as this?

A far fetched story

A fable at best!

But he knew the truth

of what he had seen

And what he had done

And all in between

And how he had fallen

And landed in a lump

And Jesus through Santa

Had healed him right up

And now there he stood

at the foot of his bed

He knew that this story

was better left unsaid.

And he also made

as he climbed back in bed

A promise to himself

To himself he said

“Next year no eggnog

I’ll be as straight as can be

And if I see Santa again

Standing under my tree” 

“I’ll say look here Santa

I’m a changed man.

Do you think they’ll believe me now?

Now will they understand?”

But he knew in his heart

That it couldn’t be

He wouldn’t see Santa

Standing under his tree

Just how often does

One get to see

Santa Claus standing there

Admiring their tree?

He knew in his heart

what all this had meant

And that it would be

just a onetime event.

And so he lay there

and he closed his eyes

It was really late

and all he could do was sigh

Then it hit him again

That feeling you see

He had drank too much

And needed to pee…

Well, that was Murry’s Christmas

at least his Christmas Eve.

A story that I ponder

Just what do YOU believe?

Did he really see the fat man

from the tip top of his stairs?

Or is the little story

about nothing which you care?

Was it the truth?

Perhaps just a dream…

Maybe just a tall tale

But what did it mean?

I think it has a moral

plain or not to which to see

I know it has some bit of meaning

At least it does for me

There’s something to remember

I hope your memory it will jog

And next year at Christmas time.

You won’t go drinking too much

eggnog

 

.





We ask ourselves why?

16 12 2012

The problem? It’s humanism. The thought that we don’t need God, don’t want God, and shouldn’t even hear about God. That Godly things interfere with our personal wishes and dreams and we shouldn’t be constrained by the limits morality places upon us. That individualism trumps the Golden Rule and you shouldn’t have to do anything for others if there is no personal gain for ones self.

With humanism there is no arbitrator of what is good or bad except what one finds is good for ones self. There is no “higher authority” to answer to. No ultimate judge of what is good and evil.    

A number of years ago we chose a path that led us away from long held beliefs and traditions with the thought that we had no right to interject our own views of truth with the beliefs of others. Surely, we said, they had the right and ability to choose for themselves their own path. That when left to its own devices good would override evil and right would always trump wrong. After all, the good guy always wins in the end… doesn’t he?

We sat back and watched as people told us that it was for the public good that prayer didn’t have a place in the schoolhouse. That the Ten Commandments were some form of ‘establishment’ of religious doctrine that had no place in the public square. And we turned the other cheek with a live and let live attitude and as Christians we shouldn’t force our beliefs on others. We viewed ourselves as upright citizens and obeyed the laws of the land like we were told. After all, we were taught, our constitution forbids the mixing of church and state, and that there were other religions and groups that had different beliefs and traditions and that these things conflicted. It was all good… nothing to worry about.

Now we wonder why there is so much evil around us… why all the misery and hate. Hadn’t been there all along… or had it. Surly evil has existed since the Garden of Eden (yes, I believe) and we have always know men to do evil nasty things to his fellow man… but has it always been so blatant? So out in the open? Is the darkness now creeping further out into the light?

I believe we reap what we sow, and what we’ve sowed for the last number of years is that morality isn’t absolute and that the line between right and wrong is a faded shade of grey. That if it feels good do it. That in the end there is no one to answer to but yourself, so to thine own self be true… and morality is an out of date concept that limits personal gratification. Humanism.

We assigned blame to every act, but not the blame one would think. It’s a reasoning. A mitigating factor, if you will. That whatever we do has a root excuse that takes at the very least a very large amount of the personal responsibility away from what we do. Be it our upbringing, our educational level, of our personal life experience, we always seem to have a cause we can fall back on and say, “Don’t blame me, I did it because…”.

Sure, personal tragedy befalls us all. We all have something negative out there in our personal ‘closet’ where we store up our life experience. But part of being human is overcoming those things.

Sadly, because of what we did over the last many years so many have lost the tools that helped fight off those demons that haunt us. We don’t know how to win the personal battle between good and evil. There is no foundation for the fight. It’s too easy to strike out and give in.

If you want to know what caused Columbine, or what happened in that theater in Colorado, or that elementary school in Newton, Connecticut, you don’t have to look much farther than what we’ve taught to each other… or better what we haven’t taught.

They said we aren’t a Christian nation even though our history, our forefathers, and the basic facts of how our laws were formed and our institutions built speak otherwise. When they took prayer out of the schools we didn’t put our foot down. When they started taking down those commandments from those courthouse walls we grumbled and fussed, but never rose our voices into the chorus they should have become. When we saw the very morals of our communities crumbling around us we barely lifted a finger to even point out the obvious consequence.

We stood aside and watched this happen. We allowed it to happen. We let the genie out of the bottle. We are victims of a monster we ourselves created…

-Al





14 12 2012

Big Al's Dismal Swamp

Nobody fears going to hell anymore.

– 

 

View original post