Posted on 11/20/2001 11:51:17 AM PST by lowbridge
I'm Chris Knight And I'm Here To Rescue You!
Tue, Nov 20, 01 07:00:00 PM EST
And now, a special message from one of TheForce.net staff:
Dear Lisa,
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
When my belief was broken, He sent you... and you taught me anew the joy of a childlike faith.
When hope seemed shattered, you gave me a smile... and the light in your eyes spurred me on to go the distance.
When I debated whether there really could be such a thing as pure love in this world, you came into my life... and the matter was forever settled in my heart.
You've taught me how to live again, to enjoy this sacred gift to its fullest. And now, more than anything else, I would choose to share this gift with you.
We have been served by Christ as His bride. And I thank Him that of all the guys in this world, I might serve Him together with you... and serve you as my own precious bride.
-- Chris
Hmmmmmm...self confession is good for the soul. Do I discern a possible reason for the marriage warnings????? ;^)
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From Let's Celebrate the Bush Marriage: Anniversary Tribute
Posted on 11/4/01 4:51 PM Pacific by ohioWfan
(I hope to God diotima's a woman.)
It's her biggest attribute....and greatest failing.
Good news. Diotima is a woman. (Met her at the FR Inaugural ball)
So does Laz...
LOL! She is.
Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.
We quarrelled about Havanas - we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I know she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.
Open the old cigar-box - let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.
Maggie is pretty to look at - Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.
There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away -
Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown -
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!
Maggie, my wife at fifty - grey and dour and old -
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!
And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar -
The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in you pocket -
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!
Open the old cigar-box - let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila - there is a wifely smile.
Which is the better portion - bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied with a string?
Counsellors cunning and silent - comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?
Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,
This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion - to do their duty and burn.
This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.
The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.
I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.
I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.
For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee Little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o'Teen.
And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;
And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.
And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.
Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?
Open the old cigar-box - let me consider anew -
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?
A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is just a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.
Light me another Cuba - I hold to my first sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!
Thanks for the bump Low.
Registered does not look like a saber. Does a saber have a beard and mustache ? ;-)
Chris and Lisa...
May The Holy One Of Israel Bless You and Keep You In HIS:
Unconditional LOVE, Beautiful GRACE and Abiding PEACE!
Baruch Ha Shem!
Amen & Amen.
PS: Chris...Lisa is Yeshua's answer to many PRAYERS that were Prayed for You!
This from someone who swallows their own tail?
Goodness, your post left me with endless opportunities that I won't take ;-)
ROFLMAO.
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