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Sunday, August 17, 2014

I Believe!

     My parents took me to church from the time I was small.  I have been blessed to feel I have always known about God.   But yet, it was up to me to seek Him, to believe in Him, and to accept His love and His Word.  At the age of 12, I did this by faith.  I have not thought to question His existence.  He is the source of my peace and my lifeline.  If I had to explain why, I couldn't.  God is just there.  It is faith.  For me, that is all he asks. 


I believe in the Old and New Testament-
Scriptures and stories given with intent.      
There was the Garden of Eden,
The creation, the flood, the beginning but not the end.  
There was Adam and Eve-
Oh yes! I believe.

I believe in the great Red Sea;
How it opened up so His people would be free.
There was David and Goliath,  
Besides the stories that came just prior.
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
Are ones we all well-know. 
Jonah was a man swallowed by a whale
For three days, in the belly, was where he dwell.     

Yes! I believe them all-
Those who followed His call;
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John;
Men who carried the gossip on. 
There was a man named Zacchaeus,
The walking on the water,
A boy with five loaves and two fish.

I believe in the birth of a King;
For that I will shout and sing.
I believe in the cross and the nails in His hand;
In the eternal life He has planned.
I believe in the blood and the resurrection.
That’s my faith and my reaction!

I believe in Jesus Christ,
His mighty sacrifice,
His love, power, and grace,
The protective angels, and His forgiving embrace.
Yes! I believe.
That’s why I receive.

                  Mary Crisp Jameson – 8/17/2014

 

Monday, August 11, 2014

A Fool's Gold

     When Paul was in prison he reminded the people about contentment and where that contentment can be found when he wrote in Philippians 4:12-13 (TLB)    I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of contentment in every situation, whether it be a full stomach or hunger, plenty or want; for I can do everything God asks me to with the help of Christ who gives me the strength and power.”  Paul is telling us that God is with us and we should praise Him in all situations.  It is with God we can find contentment. 
     In Ecclesiastes, Solomon talks about vanity and questions what he gets for hard work, education, wisdom, having beautiful women, drink, merriment, and obtaining satisfaction.  He says it is like “chasing the wind” but then, in the end,  he realizes that “pleasure is from the hand of God; For who can eat or enjoy apart from him?”

         A Fool’s Gold

I’ve sought riches untold,
But it’s left me feeling cold.
No matter my lot,
No matter whatevr’ I’ve bought,
Constantly on the go,
I’ve found my desires continue to grow.

I’ve sought a fool’s gold
From youth to growing old. 
All my possessions; all the clothes-
Nothing given or that I’ve chose
Fills my hunger,
The desires, or makes me feel younger.
“This house that I own-
It’s not a mansion,” I moun.
There is never enough
Of all this earthy stuff.

The more that I gain, the more I lack;
It’s knocked me off-track.
There’s a lesson here:
For in a blink, it can all disappear.
Wherein then, can I be content?
What has it all meant?

I sought wealth and a high-paying job;
No care for the joy I’d rob.
First on my list was fortune and fame;
No one but myself to blame.
Next came status and all I could claim,
But not a thought from whom it all came!
I’m left spiritually poor
In all my grandeur!

What cannot  be stolen or lost?
What comes with no extra cost?
It’s something I’ve overlooked and missed;
A treasure not on my list!

No matter my lot,
Contentment was what I’d forgot.   
Whether big or small,
God gave me it all.
He is the One who should have been first;
The center of my hunger and thirst.
That’s where my mansion will be-
The pearls, silver, and gold; I can hardly wait to see!
My biggest treasure-
My greatest joy and pleasure
Should have been my God I sought,
Not all the things that I bought.
                        Mary Crisp Jameson – 8/10/2014

 

Monday, August 4, 2014

The Damascus Road

There are all kinds of roads we can travel in life, but there is one road that leads us to Jesus.  Saul traveled a road of his own which, in the end, led him to Jesus. 

                The Damascus Road

What was there about the Damascus road:
A worn and dusty trail where a miracle was bestowed?
The Damascus road-Herein lies a story with a twist;
A road Saul couldn’t resist. 
Amid the ruts and the dust,
Rode a man Christians could not trust.
This vengeful, Saul, breathed murderous threats;
He wanted to kill and mangle, without regrets.
He was on a mission; this man with ambition.
Saul held evil and hatred in his heart,
Yet, the Damascus road was about to give him a brand new start.
The Damascus road, a road well-traveled;
One where a miracle occurred; a mystery unraveled!

What was there about the Damascus road;
A worn and dusty trail where a miracle was bestowed?
The Damascus road, dusty and dreary-
A road Saul chose to ride, though he was tired and weary.
This soldier in armor, whom Christians feared,
Fell to his knees when a mighty light appeared.
He heard a voice ring out with a mighty shout,
“Why Saul? Why do you persecute me?”
Saul looked about, but he could not see.
The Damascus road, a road well-traveled;
One where a miracle occurred; a mystery unraveled!

What was there about the Damascus road;
A worn and dusty trail where a miracle was bestowed?
The Damascus road, touched by the hand of God, 
Changed a heart wicked and flawed.
Saul, once confused and blinded,
Now filled with the Spirit became God-minded. 
No longer did he want to kill or spread ill-will.
This was a man on a mission; a man of ambition;
A man setting people on fire for the Messiah.
It was Jesus’ name he wanted to proclaim!
The Damascus road, a road well-traveled;
One where a miracle occurred; a mystery unraveled!
                                    Mary Crisp Jameson – 8/4/2014  

Acts 9:22  Yet Saul grew more and more powerful and baffled the Jews living in Damascus by proving that Jesus is the Messiah.”

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Back-To-School

     It's here! Back to school time.  The store shelves are loaded up with all kinds of school supplies, parents already have the teacher's supply list, and free sales tax weekend is here.  Children are excited about their expectant new wardrobe with many being from the upper "designer end."  They have had their vacations and most are ready to get back with some of the friends they have missed seeing over the summer months. 
     Sitting in "A Friendly Shade" my memories of those years are about the summer months of checking out books from the library's Book Mobile which traveled through the countryside stopping for children to check out books for summer reading.  We didn't have computers, laptops, or IPads.  We entertained ourselves with jump rope and chanting games. 
    The jump rope chants went something like:

"Cinderella, dressed in yellow
Went upstairs to kiss her fellow
Made a mistake
And kissed a snake
How many doctors
Did it take?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. . . ."   And we continued to count the jumps until it was missed.

"Janey and Johnny
Sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love,
Then comes marriage
Then comes Janey
With a baby carriage."   On this one we used a friend's name instead of Janey and Johnny.

"Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Turn around.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Touch the ground.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
Touch your shoe...."

"I like coffee,
I like tea,
I'd like for (name of friend)
To come in with me."     It took perfect timing to jump in as the rope was being thrown. 

     Then there were other chanting games.  One that comes to mind is, "Red Rover, Red Rover, Let (name of friend) come over."

     In the early days things were different, but it was still back-to-school days, and kids were still excited about going back.  

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Cake Recipe

     It was a rainy day in “A Friendly Shade” and I was forced to stay inside.  I had already cleaned the house so I decided to bake a cake.  Thumbing through my recipes and finding nothing that appealed to my taste buds I finally decided to create my own unique cake recipe. 
 

YELLOW ANGEL FOOD POUND CAKE

     I begin by stirring in a little sin, yellowed with age.  I beat each one separately until the mixture became light and fluffy.  Next I added a cup full of liquid tears, followed by a pinch of unforgiveness which I had been saving back.  I was sure this was going to be the perfect cake.   As the batter turned soft and yellow I couldn’t resist a small sampling. 
     “Yuk! It needs something.” I quickly thought.  “What have I forgotten?”   
     Looking around on the pantry shelf, pushed far back and practically hidden, I soon found just what was needed.  I reached and grabbed what was sure to make this cake one of a kind.  Picking up my mixer, I quickly beat in a dollop of joy, peace, and love.  This cake was looking better all the time.  Tasting once more, my flavor buds promptly agreed. 
     The next step was to slowly pour this mixture into a prepared pan of understanding and hope it baked out ‘just right’. 
     Peeping into the oven from time to time, I watched as it baked.  When the beeper finally sounded I smiled and was pleased at how well the cake had risen.   
      “Amazing! I can’t wait to show off what “I” have done,” proudly stating to myself and quickly walked away to let it cool.      
     Impatient and unwilling to wait much longer, I walked back into the kitchen only to notice something was happening to my beautiful cake. It had begun to crack across the top and to fall in the center.  
     Disappointed, I pondered, “What did I leave out?” 
     Then it hit me like a brick wall, completely taking my breathe away.  I had left out the Praise.  

 

Monday, July 14, 2014

Life

     Our pastor has been preaching on Adversity the last few weeks.  Emphasis has been placed on how we should cope with adversity while realizing that life is all about Jesus.  So here’s where his message interwoven with my thoughts led me as I took the opportunity to enjoy a few moments in “A Friendly Shade.”   

Life
 
It’s not about me,  
 Apology from a neighbor,
A best friend;
From beginning to end,
It’s all about Jesus!
About trusting Him;
Allowing love to fill me to the brim.

It’s not about what I want,
What I wish for,
What I need.
It’s about the blood He bled!
About doing His pleasure;
Glorifying Him in good measure.
 
It’s not about trials,
my troubles,
heartache, or woe.
It’s about how I live as I go,
the Christ-like deeds I show;
About enduring, keeping on,
Remembering the love He’s shown. 

It’s not about worldly status,
Postion, or the clothes I wear.
It’s about prayer; how I share,
And Him!
It’s about His Word,
His death which occurred.
 
It’s not about my setbacks,
But a comeback for Jesus,
The cross,
The blood He gave,
Spreading the gospel to save.
It’s about my Defender,
Protector, and Friend.
From beginning to end-
“It’s all about Jesus!”
                                         Mary Crisp Jameson

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Joy in Adversity

At First Baptist today our pastor spoke on "Joy In Adversity: Shining Lights"  The sermon dealt with whatever your circumstances are in life we, as Christians, should remember that life is still "all about Jesus."  We are not to just quit and say, "I've had enough."  We must continue to live in such a way that exemplies God, remembering what God did for us through what His Son.  Below I have put my "kopy kat" version into a poem. 


Joy in Adversity
 
Let me endure thou my journey be hard
Remembering ever, those hands, so nail-scarred.
Help me press on;
Life is not my own.
As the darkness settles into night,
Let me count the stars shining with light.
Help me cling to that radiate hope
To get me past this downward slope.
 
 Give me courage thou I am weary and worn,
Remembering ever, the flesh, beaten and torn.
Help me press on;
Life is not my own.
As the sky clothes itself in a colorful arch,
Help me charge forth as the winds of March.
Let me walk boldly as tree tops that grace the sky
So my life will count; not just pass on by.
 
 Send me strength thou I am burdened with worry,
Remembering ever, the resurrection story.
Help me press on;
Life is not my own.
As the flowers bud and blossom,
Fill me with a joy that’s awesome.
Help me cast my worry aside;
Let Jesus take over this roller-coaster ride.
 
Lift me in the wings of your Word,
Remembering ever, the gospel, I’ve read and heard.
Help me press on;
Life is not my own.
As the rain drizzles and settles the dust,
Help me hold on to the One that I trust.
Let me not waste the blood shed for me,
To live for Jesus is what others should see.
 
 Help me press on;
Life is not my own.
                                                Mary Crisp Jameson – 7/13/2014