Thanks to Brenda Henderson for the following Christmas Poem

Twas’ the night Jesus came and all through the house, not a person was praying, not one in the house.

The Bible was left on the shelf without care, for no one thought Jesus would come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.

And Mom in the rocking chair with baby on her lap, was watching the Late Show as I took a nap.

When out of the east there rose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what’s the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and lifted the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.

The light of His face made me cover my head, it was Jesus returning just like He’d said.

And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which he held in his hand, was written the name of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as he searched for my name, when He said “it’s not here” I hung my head in shame.

The peoples whose names had been written with love, He gathered to take to his Father above.

With those who were ready He rose without sound, while all the others were left standing around.

I fell to my knees but it was too late, I’d waited too long and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight, Oh, if only I’d know that this was the night.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear, the coming of Jesus is now drawing near.

There’s only one life and when comes the last call, We’ll find out the Bible was true after all……..



My Friend Jan is on a well-known diet plan, and so far she’s lost $300.


A Russian couple was walking down the street in Moscow one night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. “I think it’s raining” he said to his wife.

“No, that felt more like snow to me” she replied.

“No, I’m sure it was just rain” he said.

Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing.  Just then, they saw a minor communist party official walking toward them.  “Let’s not fight about it”, the man said, “Let’s ask Comrade Rudolph whether it’s officially raining or snowing.”

As the official approached, the man said, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?”

“It’s raining, of course!” he replied, and walked on.

But the woman insisted: “I know that felt like snow!”

The man quietly replied: “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear…