Writing On The Wall 12

As Christmas approaches, I begin to feel it in the air, and see it on the faces of those whom I encounter in the day-to-day dealings that even a hermit must engage in if he/she is to survive in this modern world within which we live. John Donne was absolutely correct when he said that “no man is an island” and Ernest Hemingway also spoke significantly when he confiscated the last part of that same quote and wrote the novel, “For Whom The Bell Tolls”. For the curious among you, the entire quote reads like this,

“No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.”

So you see, even if I should choose to live entirely alone, to say I’ve had it with this world, and I no longer choose to be a part of it. still, in some fashion, whether I will it or not, I will still be a functioning member of this society. I, as a Christian, believe that that is just a part of what my Creator bought for us with His vicarious death upon the cross at Calvary.  I don’t know how it works. I’m not that smart, but I’ll keep trying to figure it out, and until I do, then faith will have to get me through. Day by day, minute by minute if necessary, I’ll simply believe until I either have absolute proof, at which point I won’t need faith any more, or, until some unbeliever, or believer of another faith proves to me absolutely that Christianity is wrong. I assure you that I am very open-minded, and if you show me the proof, I’ll change my mind, absolutely. After all, I don’t want to be wrong. I’m not going to stick with a mistake out of pride if it means throwing away eternity! Do I look crazy to you? Oh, well I’m not that crazy! Not a chance! If you can prove to me that in order to live happily ever after, forever, I just have to follow Justin Bieber, then that’s what I’m going to do. The goal is to achieve an eternal life of peace, happiness, harmony, and all those other good things that we could talk about here, and even lust after, but never seem to achieve. I follow Christ because of all the beings I’ve studied who have made the claim that they can lead me into that kind of life, Jesus, Who is the Christ,  has come closest to proving His claim. He has done so by means of His physical life of which we have at least a partial record, and by means of His Spiritual Being, which of course is nothing I can prove, to anyone but myself, and in this case, that’s good enough for me, since it’s not you I’m trying to convince. So with that all said, I wrote a little Christmas poem, and I thought this would a great place to publish it. I had been thinking about the time Christ spent on this planet just before I wrote this, so that is probably why it sounds a little bit down, I have a hard time thinking about Christ’s time on Earth without remembering the rough time’s He went through. Maybe this piece will help me get over that. I hope you enjoy it.

Nativity Scene
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A Question Of Love


You hold my heart within your hand,

        I feel the pulsing beat.

                     Sensation meets emotion;

                                 me to you       and

you to me.

Your fingers gently touch my love,

                my life your love unfolds.

Speak to me

                                    about Your cross,        tell me

the Greatest Story ever told.


A meager manger, far off land;

             repentant sinners now rejoice.

                       The angels gathered all around,

                                              sing Your praises         make

                      a Holy noise.

A Childhood so quickly gone,

                           suffering so soon to come.

                                              We did not hear the Father,

                                                            Will we hear His Only Son?

Christ Carrying Cross
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So everyone take care now, and stay safe. I hope you’ve got your Christmas shopping under control by now, and that all your decorations are up and that they’re all functioning the way they’re supposed to be functioning. Is anybody making egg-nog this year? A recipe or two (hint, hint ) would sure be nice. And just before I go I thought I’d leave you with a couple tunes to relax you, or cheer you up a bit, you choose. I’ll let you decide, and I’ll get busy on my next article. Until then…

Writing On The Wall 12

4 thoughts on “Writing On The Wall 12

    1. Yes, of course you may. I have no problem with people sharing anything of mine on the Internet as long as they don’t pass it off as their own work. Other than that, I would be honored by such a kind gesture.

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      1. It is alright my friend, you asked me first, and I have given you my permission to use it, so you have done all you need to do. I just didn’t want you to accidentally get anyone mad at you. I was just reminding you to always ask first. That’s all. So you feel free to use it, and I will be happy to read it there on Christmas morning.

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