Some Fun—Some Play on Words—Some Truth.
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Today is the first time I’m running late today.
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I wasn’t late until it got late before I got there on time.
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Figured out why my tummy hurts—it’s tired of taking the blame when I always say my tummy made me late.
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Tombstone on the subject of late—“E. T. A. – ON TIME”
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Another tombstone—“ALL CAUGHT UP”
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“We are here to pay last respects to our late friend, Larry—always challenged with late, even to late in life, but now late no more.”
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I want to learn to live without worrying about running late, before it’s too late.
I already can’t run anymore, so going faster isn’t an option.
‘Hurry Up’ is an oxymoron now.
People like it when I say I’m thankful for slow.
Do I dare say I’m thankful for late?
I must tell you a Church in the Park story on 4-4-19, late Sunday afternoon.
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I couldn’t make it to Church in the Park in the morning, because I was helping my son load a car on a trailer, to donate to God’s Garage*.
I got to the park about four in the afternoon, instead of eleven in the morning.
Minutes later Bob shows up—the old original homeless by choice, friend for decades—he had walked several miles from Scott and White Hospital, where he was just released after several days as a patient (would have missed him, on time, in the morning).
Then, when I finished singing “Because He Lives,” two people told me what happened during verse two.
In a car close by, a mother was yelling with profanity at her daughter, who must have been pregnant, apparently saying she should have an abortion.
During the song, the yelling suddenly stopped.
Here are the words of verse two:
“How sweet to hold a newborn baby
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance
This child can face uncertain days
Because He lives.
Because He lives, they can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, all fear is gone.
Because we know He holds their future.
Their life is worth the living
Just because He lives.”
Please say a prayer now, for that baby’s future.
*Look up God’s Garage in Montgomery, Texas, and read the testimony—you’ll be touched, as I was to be a small part of what is very close to God’s heart.
“Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.”