TIS THE SEASON

TIS THE SEASON

Tis the season to be discerning.

Tis the season for seeking truth.

I question why are trees in churches,

Commemorating Jesus’ birth!?

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A special day for the tree lighting,

In church a day of joyous glee.

Why are we worshipping our Savior,

By lighting up a Christmas tree?!

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I see the trees so very many,

Behind the pulpits not a few,

And wonder what the old apostles,

Would be a thinking if they knew!

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I hear the sermons and I ponder,

Why mix the holy and profane?

Tis the season to be discerning,

For this I pray in Jesus’ Name!

Cathy White 2023

Matthew 24:4 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.

BROTHERS – A Poem

“Long have I held that war is an enormous crime; long have I regarded all battles as but murder on a large scale.” C. H. Spurgeon

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During World War II, I had relatives living in Italy and relatives living in the United States. Two warring nations. A close family friend who had immigrated to the U.S. from Italy was in the U.S. military. I assume he was drafted. I don’t know too many details, and those who can fill in the blanks are long gone. The story goes that he requested that he not be sent to Italy for obvious reasons. His request makes perfect sense, and it was granted. If I’m not mistaken, he was sent to Japan instead. 

This makes me think of days gone by when Christian churches of various denominations taught about conscientiously objecting to participating in war. Things have changed in our modern day churches. As we hear of wars and rumors of wars, I’m praying for a move of the Holy Spirit among our youth that will bring them back to the old paths. My family friend, though not a believer, acted with wisdom. How much more should the church of Jesus Christ do so.

BROTHERS – A Poem

There were two men

Who went to war,

One from a from abroad,

One from our shore.

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In the battle,

They killed and maimed,

The enemy,

Both did the same.

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It happened that,

They chanced to meet,

And fought as told,

The foe defeat.

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Brothers in Christ,

Were these two men,

They did not know,

Both born again.

Cathy White 2023

Go to link… WAR

PONDERINGS

PONDERINGS

What if I had no great riches to share,

And my little home was mostly threadbare?

Would you still come if no crowd gathered here?

What are the treasures your heart holds so dear?

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What if my pillow was only a stone,

And you would find me quite often alone,

Would you still visit if all I could give,

Was biblical wisdom for you to live?

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What if no choir or church was around,

And all you heard was my melody’s sound?

Would you still come round and sing with me now,

Or to the world’s pleasures will your soul bow?

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Joyful I am because Jesus is mine,

Walking with him there’s a cost bear in mind.

Jesus had nowhere to lay his head down,

When Jesus returns where will you be found?

Cathy White 2021 ©

I SING

I SING

In the darkness of night,
When I can’t see the light,
I sing.

When the storm clouds abound,
And no help can be found,
I sing.

When the mockingbirds mock,
And my enemies knock,
I sing.

When I don’t understand,
And I can’t see God’s hand,
I sing.

Because Jesus is mine,
At His table I dine,
I sing.

Cathy White 2014 ©

Psalm 118:14 The LORD is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.

THE LIE

The King of Glory, Jesus Christ, does not dwell in inanimate objects.

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Isaiah 44:20 … Is there not a lie in my right hand?

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THE LIE

The palm tree, lovely, regal, tall,

The sculpture, most beloved by all,

The chamber, made of finest gold,

Their beauty do our eyes behold.

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Majestic though they seem to be,

They cannot hear, nor can they see.

Inanimate, things not alive,

Is not where Jesus Christ abides.

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In bread and wine He won’t be found,

Although these teachings do abound.

The Serpent, as in days of old,

Deceives the many, scores untold.

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God’s Spirit dwells in man alone,

Not in an object made of stone,

Not in the lifeless things of earth,

But by His Spirit, the new birth.

Cathy White ©

Psalm 115:4-8 Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands.

They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not:6 They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not: They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat.They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.