A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day....04-23-03..."cmsgop...Up Close and Personal"

Dutchess and Billie

[dansangel]

Great job, ((((((dutchess)))))))

Though not a golfer, I love the golf graphics that you used.

(((((((cmsgop)))))))) - it is a pleasure getting to know Finest FReepers such as you. Enjoy your day in the spotlight as you meet other Finest FReepers.

{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}} to my *othah sistahs* (LOL), and to my fuzzy brothah,

[[[[[{{{{{(((((Louie_Wolfie_Man)))))}}}}}]]]]]

[GailA]

Good morning ALL...congrats cmsgop

Coffee's on

[SpookBrat]

Thanks for the nice thread dutchess. cmsgop, it's nice to meet you and your family. I think you turned out so good because your mom stayed home with you. :)

[Flyer]

The biscuit and gravy looks.

Hmmm. . . what else shall I have with it?

[Flyer]

The biscuit and gravy looks

Good.

Doh!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Hump Day !

Welcome, cmsgop, our FReeper of the Day ! It looks like the GOP part could equally stand for 'Grand Ole Party' or 'Golfs Only Pros'. Well, maybe not, lol ! < /attempt at wit >

Enjoy your day in the spotlight !

63 degrees, headin' for ~73 today, with possible Thunder-boomers . . .

Have a cup while you FReep !

For those who prefer hot chocolate.....

[MeekOneGOP]

Howdy !

[Pippin]

But you're not too concerned about spending time with us are you? :^)

[Pippin]

(((Dansy)))!

[Pippin]

Good Morning, Gail!

[Pippin]

Hi, (((SPOOKY)))!

[Pippin]

It's a good thing we can't gain weight on cyber-food, LOL!

[Pippin]

I reade your earlier attempt at humor

Try again!:O)

[Flyer]

It would make my week if I could spend a day goofing off here. My dog would like it, too. He thinks all I do is work and sleep. (and he is pretty much correct)

[grantswank]

THOSE FORTY DAYS

There were forty days between Easter weekend and Jesus’ ascension into heaven. Those were humble yet eventful days of ministry. These poems glimpse into some of those happenings.

<//><

IF I HAD COME BACK FROM THE DEAD

If I had come back from the dead
I’d trounced before that Herod proud,
Expose him, evil sot he was,
And thus pronounce divinity

Was who I was—the Son of God—
Invincible, the Godman, sure.
Oh yes I would, and Pilate, too.
To mock their strut and prance and preen.

But Jesus spent His forty days
With not an enemy in sight,
Instead surrounded by His friends—
The peasants dear, the common sort.

I want to be more like my Lord,
Discerning proper turn and twist
So as to use my witness—pure—
Know Father’s way—simple and clean.

<//><

THOMAS, DOUBTFUL ALL

I thought I’d seen Him standing there
Against the tree in morning light
When talking with His friends He spied
Our Thomas ‘proaching where I’d been.

“Touch me!” He gently whispered low
And so again invited him
To place his fingers in His palm,
A kinder look I’d never seen.

“Tough me!” He whispered, glanced,
As if to urge his courage on
For how He loved him, doubt and all,
A realist knew him to be.

A second palm He held outstretched
For Thomas’ grasp, but he would not
As stunned with joy our fellow stood,
His faith renewed, His eyes now see.

<//><

EMMAUS ROAD

We heard Him speak, but knew Him not
For both of us were stumped with grief
As tears enveloped all of life—
Our souls split open blood to spill.

But on and on He went with psalms
And Book of Moses, prophecies—
Our heads were laden with those truths
Yet spirits sunk beneath tears’ load.

Emmaus Road it was we trod
For on our way to supper make
Yet taste buds fled, our worlds undone
Because of Friday’s murder spree.

But when we sat at table spread
We shook with happiness childlike
For in the breaking of the bread
We knew we’d companied with our Lord.

<//><

WE CLODS OF EARTH

How could He care if we had rolls
And honey, too, when from the dead
He’d exited the tomb, hell’s grasp
Defied in glory, majesty?

I chuckle still when thinking back
How breakfast served was on His mind
That morning early on the shore
When knowing we were tired and spent.

A night in fishing’s wearing weight
To carry into dawn’s mist, fog,
So when we rowed close to the land
Amazement overtook our eyes.

As host He’d even lit the fire
To soothe, invite, we clods of earth—
His closest friends—we nothings were
For whom He died, His mercy sent.

<//><

Poems by J. Grant Swank, Jr., Pastor, New Hope Church, Windham ME

[MeekOneGOP]

I take after Meekie!

The real weather geek! :O)

hehe ! Not the first time I've been referred to as "Meek the Geek !" :O)

i don't do pocket protectors (anymore) . . .

[MeekOneGOP]

Yep ! It could get nasty today but, hey, it IS April and this IS Texas ! :O)

I'm keepin' a CLOSE watch on my Hi Tech Texas Weather Station today !

This Hi Tech Texas Weather Station is courtesy of Chadsworth!

[MeekOneGOP]

. . . cloudy and cool in the Baltimore area.

Hey ! My best buddy used to live in Baltimore. Only he says they pronounce it 'Balmer' there ! :O)

[Aquamarine]

Nice meeting you cmsgop! You seem like a fun kind of guy.

[Pippin]

Okay, Smarty!

Bal'mer!

How's that, HON? :O)