{"id":4059,"date":"2019-05-29T16:35:37","date_gmt":"2019-05-29T21:35:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/?p=4059"},"modified":"2019-05-29T16:35:37","modified_gmt":"2019-05-29T21:35:37","slug":"late-more-later-nevermore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/?p=4059","title":{"rendered":"LATE &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; MORE, LATER &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; NEVERMORE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Some Fun&#8212;Some Play on Words&#8212;Some Truth.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Today is the first time I&#8217;m running late today.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>I wasn&#8217;t late until it got late before I got there on time.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Figured out why my tummy hurts&#8212;it&#8217;s tired of taking the blame when I always say my tummy made me late.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Tombstone on the subject of late&#8212;&#8220;E. T. A. &#8211; ON TIME&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Another tombstone&#8212;&#8220;ALL CAUGHT UP&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We are here to pay last respects to our late friend, Larry&#8212;always challenged with late, even to late in life, but now late no more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>I want to learn to live without worrying about running late, before it&#8217;s too late.<\/p>\n<p>I already can&#8217;t run anymore, so going faster isn&#8217;t an option.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Hurry Up&#8217; is an oxymoron now.<\/p>\n<p>People like it when I say I&#8217;m thankful for slow.<\/p>\n<p>Do I dare say I&#8217;m thankful for late?<\/p>\n<p>I must tell you a Church in the Park story on 4-4-19, late Sunday afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;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&#8217;s Garage*.<\/p>\n<p>I got to the park about four in the afternoon, instead of eleven in the morning.<\/p>\n<p>Minutes later Bob shows up&#8212;the old original homeless by choice, friend for decades&#8212;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).<\/p>\n<p>Then, when I finished singing &#8220;Because He Lives,&#8221; two people told me what happened during verse two.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>During the song, the yelling suddenly stopped.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the words of verse two:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How sweet to hold a newborn baby<\/p>\n<p>And feel the pride and joy he gives;<\/p>\n<p>But greater still the calm assurance<\/p>\n<p>This child can face uncertain days<\/p>\n<p>Because He lives.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Because He lives, <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">they<\/span> can face tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>Because He lives, all fear is gone.<\/p>\n<p>Because we know He holds <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">their<\/span> future.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Their<\/span> life is worth the living<\/p>\n<p>Just because He lives.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Please say a prayer now, for that baby&#8217;s future.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>*Look up God&#8217;s Garage in Montgomery, Texas, and read the testimony&#8212;you&#8217;ll be touched, as I was to be a small part of what is very close to God&#8217;s heart.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;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.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some Fun&#8212;Some Play on Words&#8212;Some Truth. &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; Today is the first time I&#8217;m running late today. &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; I wasn&#8217;t late until it got late before I got there on time. &#8211; &#8211; &#8211; Figured out why my tummy hurts&#8212;it&#8217;s tired of taking the blame when I always say my tummy made [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,3,5,7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4059","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-faith_based","category-family","category-fun","category-inspire_lifter","category-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4059"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4059"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4059\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4060,"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4059\/revisions\/4060"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4059"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4059"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.awordforthought.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4059"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}