Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. September 22-23, 2004 (What a year!!)

9-22-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[Diva Betsy Ross]

Thanks Jen! Thanks Amy! Very cool!

I am breaking out my rarely used, favorite graphic to help celebrate!

I save him ONLY for special occasions!

[JustAmy]

Good evening, Aqua. Nice to see you. Thank you.

We have a great group of contributors here. We could not have made it for an full year without help from every one of them.

Have a wonderful week.

[Aquamarine]

My turn to present you with a bouquet (((((JustAmy)))))

[JustAmy]

Ahhhh ... thank you. He is adorable. Good to see you tonight.

Hope you had a great day.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for the beautiful bouquet. ((((( Aqua )))))

[tuliptree76]

Wow! I didn't realize you had the thread for one year. Happy Anniversary!

[Terabitten]

Peter Frampton comes alive!!

We have a winner!

[Jen]

Yes it has been a great time, but it's hard to believe that a whole year has gone by since this thread started! Great job Amy and FRiends!!!

[Jen]

Aren't you a little young for Peter Frampton???

[Jen]

Awwwwwww, what a cute face. You should let him out more.

[Jen]

Hi neighbor to the north! Nice to see you here at Amy's!

[Jen]

OESY!!! Where have you been hiding? Amy said you've been AWOL. Ping me to the Tao please. I love reading what everyone adds to the verses, and maybe I'll even think up something to contribute.

[Terabitten]

You have no idea how bizarre my musical tastes are, Jen :)

[Jen]

I have an inkling from what you've posted on your profile page! :)

[fish hawk]

Thanks for posting my poem #100, I forgot about that one. I wrote it to the Lord. Aloha from Maui.

[fish hawk]

sunset settled sea
laid to rest before the night
soft serenity
quiet moments would allow
taking wrinkles from my brow

flowers of the sea
rainbows of the waxing tide
bright anemone
all the colors you display
dancing in a sea ballet

[Terabitten]

Oh, you've no idea. I'll have Black Sabbath blasting one minute, followed immediately by Wagner, and then some Burning Spear, and finally cap off the evening with Johnny Cash. Oh yes, my musical tastes are downright bizarre.

[Jen]

OK, I'm convinced! Your tastes are quite diverse. But that's OK. It's definitely not boring.

[The Mayor]

September 23, 2004

Who Gets The Love?

Read: Luke 15:11-32

Son, you are always with me, and all that I have is yours. —Luke 15:31

Bible In One Year: Song of Solomon 1-3; Galatians 2

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A sociologist was writing a book about the difficulties of growing up in a large family, so he interviewed the mother of 13 children. After several questions, he asked, "Do you think all children deserve the full, impartial love and attention of a mother?"

"Of course," said the mother.

"Well, which of your children do you love the most?" he asked, hoping to catch her in a contradiction.

She answered, "The one who is sick until he gets well, and the one who is away until he gets home."

That mother's response reminds me of the shepherd who left 99 sheep to seek the one that was lost (Luke 15:4), the woman who searched for the one coin (v.8), and the father who threw a party when his wayward son returned (vv.22-24).

The religious leaders of Jesus' day resented the way He gave so much attention to sinners (vv.1-2). So He told those stories to emphasize God's love for people who are lost in sin. God has more than enough love to go around. Besides, those who are "well" and are not "lost" experience the Father's love as fully as those to whom He gives special attention (v.31).

Father, forgive us for feeling slighted when You shower Your love on needy sinners. Help us to see how needy we are and to abide in Your boundless love. —Mart De Haan

The One who made the heavens,
Who died on Calvary,
Rejoices with His angels
When sinners are set free. —Fasick

God loves every one of us as if there were but one of us to love. —Augustine

[Old Sarge]

Oh, Amy, I think I missed the celebtraion, but here's a belated someting to mark the occasion, and the season:

At last, at last, the summer's passed by,
the scorching heat, where you sit and just sigh
in the shade with a cold one, trying to keep cool,
and not really much of anything's the rule.

But now, oh now, what do I see,
the bounty of Autumn all around me!
The scent of the hay, the harvest in swing,
schoolgirls and ball games, and laughter is king,

And mugs of warm cocoa, on porches with frost,
traveling places and not counting the cost,
Barn dances, birthdays, and Halloween parties,
Bags clutched by goblins, filled with suckers and Smarties,

But also, at twilight, that magical time,
when leaves dance with zephyrs, and verses make rhyme,
and a walk 'round the commons, with you on my arm,
is when Autumn, cool crisp Autumn, can also be warm.

(c) 09-23-04 by JSR