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TIME, GOING, GOING... One of our favorite pieces of poetry is an inscription on the door of a grandfather clock in Chester Cathedral... "When, as a child, I laughed and wept, Time crept. When, as a youth, I dreamed and talked, Time walked. When I became a full grown man, Time ran. And later, as I older grew, Time flew. Soon I shall find, while traveling on, Time gone. Will Christ have saved my soul by then? Amen."
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PRAY FOR ALL With my recent injuries, help came from many sources, from within my local hometown church, and much food and prayers from those not connected to my church, or no church for that matter. I came to realize that at some time in our lives, if we live long enough, we may encounter some pain or sorrow. (I went more than sixty years without the need of a surgeon. Somewhere between the ages of 74 and 80, I began to have mild medical problems. Only a few were seriously painful. With each ailment or accident, my prayer time increased substantially. And it has occurred to me that everyone needs to be prayed for every day. We all could use the prayers of others. We cannot make our prayer list too long. DECEMBER, 2019 That's a blah title for an article wouldn't you say? But with Donna having the flu off and on, and me constantly falling, the Christmas season passed rather quickly. Most of my December falls were of little consequence. Unfortunately, on one of my falls, I broke my right thumb and my left wrist. This put a crimp in my typing and posting of articles. The week prior to my wrist and thumb breakage, I had a double hernia operation. So for the month of December, I was pretty well banged up. Six weeks of recovery have now passed. My thumb and hernias are now healed. But my left wrist is still pretty painful. In 2-3 weeks, it should back to normal and pain free. Sunday, December 19, I should be posting my regular amount articles on morganofriverton.com/open road. Thanks to all that have prayed for me wished me and Donna well these past weeks. bm MERRY CHRISTMAS 2019 From Donna and me, now in our ninth year of online publishing MORGANOFRIVERTON.COM: The Open Road, we wish you a very merry Christmas, and a happy new year, 2020. For most of us the Christmas season is a joyous and enjoyable one. However, the last four or five years have personally taught us that even at Christmas time there is also much suffering experienced. If you have felt the pain of personal loss, or suffering for yourself or for those you hold dear, we are now able empathize with you. We think of you and pray for you, that 2020 will be a much more uplifting year for each of you. We believe you and we have a Heavenly Father who truly loves and cares for each of us. Talk to him and ask for his help. His ability to succor and sustain you is immeasurable. With kindest regards and love, Bill and Donna Morgan WINTER IS THE TIME FOR YOUTH 605 Winter is the time for youth They view not this season As common or uncouth But believe with all their hearts That this blustery winter season Was 'specially created just for them Now while winter with its bitter cold May not be pleasurable for those grown old For winter truly is the time for youth Or so we've been told By little ones with frost-bitten toes And tiny cherry cheeks and ruddy nose So, we take it for the truth With great veracity after all Winter is the time for youth So, go have yourself a (snow) ball (Written on April 10, 1979, with revisions made on December 25, 2019) , CHRISTMAS (1979) 712
O Christmas past, O Christmas past With fond memories we retell The childhood visions we each had Which in our hearts did swell There were shining lights upon the tree That cast a misty glow And candy canes and tinseled bells Along with the mistletoe The good times we had, the friends we made Are the true joys that shall last As we bid farewell and fond adieu To the spirit of Christmas pass O Christmas present, O Christmas present May we enjoy thee this year As we let our children know That we love them so And shall always hold them dear There are presents to give And carols to sing Perhaps a romp in the snow Soft words to say, kind words to do To help each other grow Let us relish the time we have right now Before the evening's spent And count our blessings one and all O spirit of Christmas present O Christmas future, O Christmas future We eagerly look forward for thee When the king of kings shall come again And set the captives free Once Jesus was just a babe A-lying in a a stall But soon we shall see him as he is Our savior and lord of all Melt us thy spirit, Lord That in our hearts may stir A hymn of great rejoicing For the spirit of Christmas future O Christmas past, and Christmas present, And Christmas yet to come We are grateful for this time of year And for the advent of thy son (First published on December 24, 1979, with revisions made on December 25, 2019) ISAIAH 66:18,22 ,23 For I know their works and their thoughts It shall come, that I will gather all nations and tongues and they shall come and see my glory For as the new heavens and and the new earth, which I will make, shall remain before me, saith the Lord, so shall your seed and your name remain And it shall come to pass , that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the Lord WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT 565 It could have happened Exactly as it did That a tiny babe In a manger born Would become The King of kings Who would have thought That God would have sent His son to earth this way So meek and mild Just another child A lying in a crib Who would have thought Angels would appear To a simple band of shepherds Tending their flocks On a starlit night Singing anthems clear Who would have thought Magistrates with wealth galore Would leave their specious homes And travel from afar To search for a babe unknown But then, wise men seek him still (First published on December 21, 1978) WHAT IF 568 What if there had been no decree of taxation two thousand years ago? Would Mary and Joseph have travelled to Bethlehem? What if shepherds had not been tending their flocks on the Judean hillsides? Who would have heard the angelic choir? What if certain intellectuals from the East had not meticulously studied the scriptures and ancient prophesies concerning the signs of the times. Would we still have called them wise men? What if there had been several inns with many vacancies? Would Jesus still have been born of humble birth? And, most importantly of all, what if Christ had never entered our world as a tiny baby? Who would have given us the light and the hope we so desperately need to lead a full and abundant life? Over this Christmas season, we joyously celebrate God's greatest miracle, the birth of his son, Jesus Christ. (First published on December 28,1978) ISAIAH 66:1,10,12,13,14 Thus saith the Lord, the heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. Where is that ye build unto me? And where is the place of my rest? Rejoice ye with Jerusalem, and be glad with her, all ye that love her. Rejoice with her all ye that mourn for her. For thus saith the Lord, Behold I will extend peace to her, like a river, and the glory of the Gentiles, like a flowing stream... As one who his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you. And ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem. And when ye see this, your heart will rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like an herb, and the hand of the Lord shall be known toward his servants, and his indignation toward his enemies. |
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