My Little Miracle

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The reason for the season!

Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.


Santa rides in a sleigh.
JESUS rides on the wind and
walks on the water.


Santa comes but once a year.
JESUS is our ever present help.


Santa fills your stockings with goodies.
JESUS supplies all your needs.


Santa comes down your chimney uninvited.
JESUS stands at your door and knocks,
and then enters your heart when invited.


You have to wait in line to see Santa.
JESUS is as close as the mention
of His name.


Santa lets you sit on his lap.
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.


Santa doesn't know your name,
all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl,
what's your name?"
JESUS knew our name even before we were born.
Not only does He know our name,
He knows our address too.
He knows our history and future.
He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.


Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly.
JESUS has a heart full of love.


All Santa can offer is
"HO HO HO"
JESUS offers health, help and "hope."


Santa says
"You better not cry."
JESUS says
"Cast all your cares on me for I care for you."


Santa may make you chuckle.
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.


While Santa puts gifts
under your tree.
JESUS became our gift and He died on a tree...
The cross!



We need to put Christ back in CHRISTmas!
Jesus is still the Reason for the Season.
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The Drug Problem in America

This is the kind of drug problem I had when I was young and living at home.  I think we need to give our children this kind of drugs today.

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine
 lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he
 asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem
when
 you and I were growing up?''

 I replied:   I had a drug problem when I was young.

 I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

 I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

 I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.

 I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

 I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a
lie,
 brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill
of
 the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
 everything that was asked of me.

 I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if
I
 uttered a profane four-letter word.

 I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and the
 cockleburs out of dad's fields.

 I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
some
 poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or
chop
 some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single
dime
 as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the
woodshed.
 Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in
 everything I do, say, and think.  They are stronger than cocaine,
crack,
 or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem,
America
 would be a better place.
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