Last week I meant to relate about our Up Town Christmas Day Breakfast. Venus approached me with the idea of hosting a breakfast Christmas morning for the folks in our neighbourhood. She was willing to organize it all… and she did. We served aproximately 70 people and everyone left with gifts. Some beautiful youngsters reverently served each guest just as if they were serving Jesus himself! The room was filled with music and laughter. We played “The Father’s Love Letter” which reminded us of the great gift of the incarnate Son. It was the best Christmas ever!
On a completely different note; I have been wrestling with the idea of entering a writing contest. The topic is “The Power of Words”. Below please read my proposed contribution. I am asking for honest feedback. Should I save myself the entrance fee?
“Sticks and stones….” they say
I’d like to chat with them.
Words have power.
Power to kill that bullets lack
To maim and hurt
Festering aged wounds ache on.
Words have an awful power to harm.
But what of words’ power for good?
Alone these words are rubber
Bouncing back with no effect.
Unaccompanied words lack brawn.
But words of love and encouragement
Bound by integrity and acts of selfless sacrifice
Lift and soothe
And point toward Him whose stripes bring health
No longer powerless these words enfleshed
In acts of care unleash a force
Beyond what we can ask or think.