A Porcupine flew to the moon
       upon his nightmare.
He quivered his quills
       and sang a strange tune,
As his gallant steed hastened with care!

Loudly he sang of sights unseen,
       of a silky porky-pair,
prancing amid sylvian greens,
       pretty garlands in their hair.

To quiet her prickly equestrian,
       the hapless horse split the air–
scattering a sonic boom–
       stampeding clouds everywhere.

Faster and faster they pierced the sky,
       on toward their target devine.
When out in space with superior grace,
       a comet whizzed by.

“Foul ball!” shouted the spineless equine,
       as poor porky concluded his race.
Smong the stars he now twinkles,
       each quill ablaze with fire,
ever gazing at Moon’s merry face
       and happy Pegasus rid of her sire!
                        ~~

Copyright © 2006 by Jeannette Glasscock

* Yes, I know Pegasus is a male horse, but on this page
he is a mare–a nightmare.  I wrote it for my grandson,
David Donald Glasscock, Jr. when he was 8 years old.

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Enjoy!                                                                                                                          Jnet  )

Today is my second daughter’s birthday.  She’s the oldest of the four and my helper during my early times of need.  One week from today, three years before her, my youngest daughter was born.

Today my right-hand helper celebrates her birthday.  I depended upon her to supplement my strength.  One week from today my left-hand helper will celebrate hers. 

Today is my Ruth’s birthday.  As the biblical Ruth, my Ruth is also faithful and true.  Seven days from now my Anna will celebrate hers.  And like the biblical Anna, my Anna lives to worship Him who made her for Himself.

 Two daughters, alike and unlike, three years apart:  my”oldest” now lives to minister Jesus to children who need her strength and godly love; and my “youngest” still lives close to my heart — ministering Jesus to me.

Today I celebrate them both!  Thank you Jesus for my Ruth and my Anna!

I Corinthians 1:26-31(NIV)

²⁶Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. ²⁷But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. ²⁸He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things–and the things that are not–to nullify the things that are, ²⁹so that no one may boast before him. ³⁰It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God–that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. ³¹Therefore, as it is written: “Let him who boasts boast in the Lord.” 

A friend once told me, “I don’t deserve your love–if you knew the worst about me, you might not love me.” 

Many people have that attitude and give “love” only to those whom they consider worthy.  Whether or not we are worthy of love should have nothing to do with giving or receiving love. In his second letter to the church at Corinth.  Paul wrote: “For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, therefore all died.  And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.  So, from now own we regard no one from a worldly point of view,”  2 Cor.5:14-16. 

A worldly point of view gives homage to people who are “successful,”  those whose performance, prosperity, physical or mental powers give them credibility.  A worldly point of view is also a short-sided view; it places value on things that are temporal.  It stops short of seeing the preciousness of every human being. “For God so loved the world that He gave. . . “   And He chose to give Himself to the lowly and the despised of the world so that no one should boast.   He and He alone is the source of any wisdom, righteousness and redemption.

I am now caused to remember an incident in Jerusalem while I was in the Holocaust Museum in 1985.  When I was walking through Yad Vashem with tears running down my face, some of the college students I was with attempted to get me to go outside.  They didn’t understand.  My tears were for the horror represented there, yes!  But it was for much, much more!  For that moment in time, I felt the guilt of all mankind, of which I am a part.

While viewing the memorials, especially the tall mound of baby shoes, my heart was crying out, “God forgive us!  Oh God forgive us!”  Later, back in the States as I told my husband about it, he declared, “Why?   I didn’t do it.” 

 He didn’t understand. (Although now he does since I have read to him, Foxe’s Christian Martyrs of the World.) 

My weeping was not only for what the Jewish people endured during WWII.  It was because (though I already knew mankind was evil) I had become acutely and keenly aware of what all mankind is capable of doing – and I am a part of mankind!!  Standing there before God in shame, I felt that guilt, the burden, the blame, the onus–and I was repentant. 

In that horror of repentance, I cried from my heart, “God, forgive us!”                  

We are all to blame!  We ALL put Christ on that cross.  He died for ALL of us, taking the blame, the punishment, the grief, the horrors of our sin and disobedience!!  How can anyone turn their back on His sacrifice?  How can anyone turn away from the revelation we receive in His Word?   His Word shows us how rotten we are.  His Word tells us the full culpability we all share.  But He has redeemed us.  He loves that man speeding past me on the highway.  He loves that women in the grocery store with her cart packed full meat.  And He loves me.  That fact sounds and resounds in my heart and mind.  Like a puppy, I want to follow Jesus home.  I long for, I desire my point of view to be like His.

Following Jesus in obedience to His example, desiring to please Him, focused not on our will but on the will of the Father, is the pathway to growth in Him.

I’m still a learner.  A student.  This initial Blog is part of my growing process as I attempt to put into words something He has taught me up until now.