Sunday, December 31, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Christmas Quotes
Wise men still seek Him
-not sure of author
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
It is Christmas in the heart, that puts Christmas in the air.
-W.T. Ellis
Love is what's in the room with you at Christms if you stop opening presents and listen.
-a 7 year old named Benny
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. -Burton Hillis
The Crist-child stood at Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him
And all the stars looked down.
-G.K. Chesterton
Wise men still seek Him
-not sure of author
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
It is Christmas in the heart, that puts Christmas in the air.
-W.T. Ellis
Love is what's in the room with you at Christms if you stop opening presents and listen.
-a 7 year old named Benny
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. -Burton Hillis
The Crist-child stood at Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him
And all the stars looked down.
-G.K. Chesterton
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
My eyes fell on this excerpt while I was reading yesterday.
"All my life I've had a fascination with what's written on grave markers. (I call it Charlie's cemetery collection.) Some are pensive, others provocative. Many are solemn, but a few of them are humorous. My favorite? On a small country church tombstone someone had carved the poem:
As you are now
So once was I
As I am now
You soon will be.
Prepare to die
And follow me.
Somber, for sure. But some wag had scratched under the heavy verse:
To follow you I'm not content
Until I know which way you went."
"All my life I've had a fascination with what's written on grave markers. (I call it Charlie's cemetery collection.) Some are pensive, others provocative. Many are solemn, but a few of them are humorous. My favorite? On a small country church tombstone someone had carved the poem:
As you are now
So once was I
As I am now
You soon will be.
Prepare to die
And follow me.
Somber, for sure. But some wag had scratched under the heavy verse:
To follow you I'm not content
Until I know which way you went."
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