"There is a famine in America. Not a famine of food, but of love, of truth, of life."
Mother Teresa
I wondered as I sang Silent Night, Holy Night to my children. I thought about what they would be missing as they drifted off to sleep. On that night in Bethlehem, I wondered if the people even realized that a King was among them as they slept.The King had left his throne. He sleeps in a manager cause noone would take him in. On this day, God stepped down to become a man. You will go down in history as a city with no room for its King.
What about Jerusalem? Have you went to sleep and can't hear the sounds of the hammers, the sounds of the crowds, and the sounds of pain and agony. The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today. You will go down in history as a city with no room for its King.
Back to where I am with my kids in my small town. As I get sleepy, I wonder about what sings me to sleep in this country of the United States of America. The sounds of philosophies sing us to sleep of save the trees and kill the children.While lying in the dark there'll be a shout across the eastern sky. The bridegroom has come and carried his bride away in the middle of the night.
Will Jesus leave us slumbering as a nation with no room for its King? Will we be too busy sleeping and dreaming about the new house, new cars and trucks, new boats, new fishing equipment, new golf clubs, new vacation you plan, the brand new place of worship built to outdue the church up the road?
Is this what will happen to us? Will we be lulled to sleep by the materialism of this world? As we push our children to become great athletes and to be like them, and we push our children to achieve the highest IQ they can muster, and teach them to want to be the richest person, no matter what price they pay.
Or,or, do we instill Christ's principles of civility, kindness, compassion, sportsmanship, chivalry, respect, and most importantly love. Teach them to be children of character like our Lord.
Maybe those particular kids with Christ's character can rouse us from our deep sleep so we can see our one and only King, before he returns.
by
Lance Gargus
Mother Teresa
I wondered as I sang Silent Night, Holy Night to my children. I thought about what they would be missing as they drifted off to sleep. On that night in Bethlehem, I wondered if the people even realized that a King was among them as they slept.The King had left his throne. He sleeps in a manager cause noone would take him in. On this day, God stepped down to become a man. You will go down in history as a city with no room for its King.
What about Jerusalem? Have you went to sleep and can't hear the sounds of the hammers, the sounds of the crowds, and the sounds of pain and agony. The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today. You will go down in history as a city with no room for its King.
Back to where I am with my kids in my small town. As I get sleepy, I wonder about what sings me to sleep in this country of the United States of America. The sounds of philosophies sing us to sleep of save the trees and kill the children.While lying in the dark there'll be a shout across the eastern sky. The bridegroom has come and carried his bride away in the middle of the night.
Will Jesus leave us slumbering as a nation with no room for its King? Will we be too busy sleeping and dreaming about the new house, new cars and trucks, new boats, new fishing equipment, new golf clubs, new vacation you plan, the brand new place of worship built to outdue the church up the road?
Is this what will happen to us? Will we be lulled to sleep by the materialism of this world? As we push our children to become great athletes and to be like them, and we push our children to achieve the highest IQ they can muster, and teach them to want to be the richest person, no matter what price they pay.
Or,or, do we instill Christ's principles of civility, kindness, compassion, sportsmanship, chivalry, respect, and most importantly love. Teach them to be children of character like our Lord.
Maybe those particular kids with Christ's character can rouse us from our deep sleep so we can see our one and only King, before he returns.
by
Lance Gargus