Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. November 19-20-21, 2004

11-19-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

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[Victoria Delsoul]

Hola AC, como estas? Me da mucho gusto verte aqui. Seems we're alone - how about some dirty dancing? ;-)

Being with you by Smokey Robinson

[Alberta's Child]

Hey, that's great -- mmm, mm!!

My favorite Smokey Robinson song is "Cruising" . . . Do you have that one handy?

[Victoria Delsoul]

I have many things handy. How about this one...

You'll Never Find Another Love Like Mine - Lou Rawls

[Alberta's Child]

Very good!

I'm starting to see a trend here. LOL.

I don't look like Patrick Swayze, though . . . he's my ugly cousin. ;-)

[Victoria Delsoul]

You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

[Victoria Delsoul]

Oh man, you're so vain. I know, you're cuter.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Addicted to love

[Alberta's Child]

Gee, thanks!

:-)

[Victoria Delsoul]

Oldie but good...

[Victoria Delsoul]

[Alberta's Child]

Those are two great tunes. Every time I hear the song "Wild Thing" I can't help thinking of the movie "Major League."

[Victoria Delsoul]

How about something sweet... like the candy man, lol

[Alberta's Child]

LOL.

Save that Butterfinger bar for me!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Oui, my cherie amour

[Alberta's Child]

Wow . . . these are all great tunes!

[The Mayor]

November 21, 2004

A Unique Sacrifice

Read: Hebrews 10:1-18

This Man, after He had offered one sacrifice for sins forever, sat down at the right hand of God. —Hebrews 10:12

Bible In One Year: Ezekiel 16-17; James 3

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What do you think of when you hear the word sacrifice? We may use the term when we see parents who follow a strict budget and drive an old car so they can send their children to college. It certainly is a good word to describe the selfless action of a soldier who throws himself on a live grenade to take the full brunt of the explosion and save the lives of his companions.

Such noble sacrifices, however, pale when compared to what our Savior did for us on the cross. His sacrifice was unique. Jesus suffered and died "for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world" (1 John 2:2). Because of His death and resurrection, all who accept His offer of salvation receive complete forgiveness and eternal life (John 3:16).

In Hebrews 10, the Bible speaks about the animal offerings of the Old Testament and compares them to the death of Jesus. Verse 4 states, "It is not possible that the blood of bulls and goats could take away sins." Those sacrifices pointed to the need for Christ's death.

The substitutionary sacrifice of Jesus Christ provides full salvation to all who have placed their trust in Him. Hallelujah, what a Savior! —Herb Vander Lugt

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood,
Hallelujah! What a Savior! —Bliss

Believing Christ died—that's history; believing He died for me—that's salvation!

[OESY]

You have a knack for selecting enjoyable music. Latin rhythms and Ray Charles songs are among my favorites. You might like the movie "Ray" -- if you haven't seen it already.

[OESY]

Put a little Doo Dah in your life -- Pasadena holds its Parade.

[OESY]

An interesting poem by a 'Nam vet, but relevant to our pre-9/11 and post-9/11 societies.


The Sheepdogs

Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothing more than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise their young,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
On verdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naught to flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is no threat; there is no need.

To the flock, sheepdog’s are mysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of the carnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst our docile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They have no use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight
We have no need of their fierce might.

But sudden in their midst a beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast
The wolves attack; they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning
They slash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Who had no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Eastern lair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”

Thus is our nature but too our plight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life of illusive bliss
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Until he has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Not until he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs of War
Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath
Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division, Vietnam 65-66

[OESY]

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