Follow me, little one –
I will not lead you astray.
Follow me, innocent one –
I’ll follow you someday.
While you are young
And growing more each day,
Let me guide your footsteps
In a safe and thoughtful way.
When you face some crossroads
And wonder where to turn,
Let me help you choose, and
Let me help you learn.
Soon enough you’ll find me
Needing help, seeking your advice.
But for now, follow me, my love –
Your company feels so nice!
For fifty-six years we have been
Partners in this world
Jointly taking all the crap
And all the love unfurled.
Never when first we met
Would I have ever guessed
Our union would result in this
A true unbridled test
Do you love me – really love
Enough to join the crew
Of volunteers at the Sr. Center
If so, show me – show me true
Don the apron, do your part
Wash the dishes – scrub
I’ll be here soups-cheffing
Preparing all the grub
Did I hear you acquiesce
Did you really say you could
Oh, my dear, you passed the test
Of course, I knew you would!
For the past two weeks
I’ve spent most of my days
Entertaining an elderly friend
Who’s light’s a dull haze.
She doesn’t know her daughter;
Doesn’t know where she lives;
Can‘t tell you her birthday;
Takes back the things she gives.
She thinks she sees her husband,
But he’s been gone three years.
She searches for her lost things;
Frustration turns to tears.
While I still have my marbles,
And awareness still is keen,
Please keep the light on, God.
Dementia is soooo mean!
Let’s Do It!
God has entrusted us
With treasures of great worth.
Hope and inspiration are ours.
God gives us each other – and Christ’s birth.
God gives us, by His grace,
The gifts of immeasurable treasure.
He gives us the abilities
To use these gifts without measure.
We don’t get to choose
What treasures we receive,
But we are allowed to choose
What we do or achieve.
To fulfill our life’s purpose
Or to ignore our responsibilities
Is a choice we each make.
What are your possibilities?
We can double our gifts
Or we can ignore or bury ’em.
We can share our gifts
Or we decide they’re too heavy to carry ’em.
We will be rewarded according
To the return to God on our gifts.
Our talents are ours to use or
We’ll watch dismayed as our reward shifts.
God will take from the selfish
The wonders He placed in their hands.
He’ll rebuke the ungrateful ones
Who ignore His service demands.
So, are we giving back double
The abilities God generously gave us?
Do we accept them and honor Him
By using the gifts that can save us?
He gave us comfort so we
Can return comfort to others.
He gives us perfect directions
For how to use our gifts for our brothers.
So, let’s do it!
-based on a sermon by Rev. Jean Johnson
-reflecting on Matt. 25:14-30
A life that exhibits wisdom
Displays a happy heart
Walks upright and
Knows to listen.
A life that exhibits love
Is pure in motive
Shows compassion and
A life that exhibits joy
Gives generously and
Jan Beekman – 11/16/17
(Inspired by Proverbs 15)
Heart made of sand
Reflecting on the rejuvenation of Lazarus.
Bemoaning the death of a dear friend this week:
Jesus, the Healer, reached out.
He felt the pain of parting.
He would gift wholeness and healing.
But first, sorrowful tears were starting.
Like Jesus, our tears fall
When we lose a loved one.
We pray for health and healing,
But it doesn’t always come.
Not the way we expect.
God’s healing takes many forms.
Peace, His shalom, may come
In ways outside our worldly norms.
Totality, completeness, God’s Will
May come with blessings and harmony,
But sometimes wholeness may not be
Available to you and me.
We all suffer from heart’s scars.
We experience hurt often times.
Blemishes, like scratched diamonds,
Can be transformed: Beauty from crimes.
Yes, God’s grace can transform us.
God values us, scratches and all.
In gratitude, we respond
Hearing and answering His healing call.
We engage in the ministry
Of extending compassionate hands.
Our lives are God’s instruments.
Hear His call. Obey His commands.
Reach out in love.
Jesus – simple, yet complex
A prophet is known
by the company he keeps.
If Jesus were a true prophet,
the right people would be His sheep.
But baaaaad people hung out
with Jesus – sinners of the worst sort.
Jesus scandalously kept company
with tax collectors, folks report.
His circle included prostitutes.
He dined with people of ill repute.
How did He respond to complainers?
Did He have a good word of refute?
No, He told the story of the lost –
Lost coins, lost sheep, lost kids.
Find the coin, search for lambs,
Be relentless finding others, Jesus bids.
But, though we’re concerned,
We have our limits, right?
Do we seek unending until we find?
No, it’s not about us and our plight.
It’s about God who searches.
It’s about our Lord who actively calls.
He needs us all … you and me.
Invite the outsiders. Break down walls.