Time is a precious commodity, that all of us waste when we are young. When you are a child, time means nothing. What your time consists of is finding some one to play with, run, or making out like you are a super hero.

 

 Time to a child is something Mama and Daddy talk about when they are running late for something. A child knows that it is time to eat, come in from playing, and take an awful bath when Mama comes out on the front porch and hollers your name. As a child there is no need to worry about what time it is, since you have no appointments or schedules to make.

 

When you start school time starts to have a different meaning. It means there is not enough time to play after school, you have to make time to do home work, get the chores taken care of, see if you can get dad to play a little ball, and get that awful nightly bath in before you go to bed.

 

 They start teaching you how to tell time in school, and stat telling you to use your time wisely.

 

Then we hit the teenage years and time takes on yet another meaning. This is the time girls discover boys and the boys discover how a little ole girl can make his mouth go dry, his hands become sweaty and he looses his voice.

 

 As a teenage girl there is never enough time to fix your hair just right or get the right pair of ear rings to go with what you are wearing today. There is not enough time to call your girl friend and tell her how the red headed boy had offered to carry your books, or he had actually touch you hand as he reached for the books. You are on the phone so much your dad threatens to have It removed if you don't stay off it so much.

 

The teenage boy is still trying to figure out what happened to him when he met that little brown haired girl from the other class.

 

 He had never really smelled anything quite like that. She looked so delicate standing in the hallway he just knew she would break if he touched her. He figured out right quick he was not as brave as he thought he was. But he dug down and mustered the courage to ask her if he could help her with the books she was carrying.

 

Then we graduate from high school and no one is going to tell us what to do. Our time belongs to us now and we can do what we want when we want. But the bubble bursts and we realize we have no time that we can really call our own. We have to be on time for work, catch a bus home, or try to make class on time.

 

Then we get married and time means an even different thing. We now have a spouse we have to make time for. They are in our lives all the time, from the time we wake up in the morning until we go to bed at night. The time with our spouses is a special time when we are bonding and becoming one.

 

In time we have children and now we have a whole new meaning of the word time. Our children demand a lot of our time in caring for them when they are little. Then as they get older it seems as though we have no time to our selves running them back and forth to school plays, ball games, and of course Little League Baseball. But the time flies and before we know it we have an empty house that suddenly went quiet when the kids left for school or got married.

 

Then comes the golden years when we finally realize what the true meaning of time means. We now take the time to see family and friends we have neglected for so long. It finally dawns on us that our time is rapidly coming to an end and there is nothing we can do about it. We look back and see where we wasted the most precious thing we have Time. As the old saying goes Time and Tides wait on no man. The things in life that use to bother us no longer matter now because we have learned that they were trivial and didn't amount to a hill of beans. Time has a way of making old enemies become dear friends because we can't remember why we were mad at each other to start with.

 

Don't forget to take the time to hug someone that is close to you and give the a helping hand . Never forget that you cannot change time but time will certainly change you hopefully for the better.

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Can someone tell me what makes a Christian? Can you tell me who the Christians are in your church? I have thought about this and have my own ideas about what makes a Christian.

 

Is a Christian an older person who has nothing better to do than just sit around and read the Bible while passing the time of day? Maybe the older person has no family living close by to help pass a few minutes a day.

 

They may have out lived all their friends they use to associate with. When was the last time a Christian invited them out to do something and get them out of the house?

 

Is the person sitting close to the front of the church a Christian? Maybe that person has a hearing or vision problem and has to sit close to see and hear the activities going on in the front of the church.

 

The widow lady that is always in church when there is something going on has to be a Christian right? Could it be they are just lonely and make all the events just to be around other people and not feel as isolated when they are by themselves. Could some of the Christians just take a few minutes once in awhile to talk to them to make their life have more meaning, the answer is yes.

 

By all means a Christian has to be the young couple with the two little children. Could be the young couple has martial problems and are looking for help from some of the people they perceive as being a Christian but are to ashamed to ask for help. When is the last time a real Christian has taken the time to visit the family and see what their wants and needs are.

 

There is no way the woman sitting in the back row could be a Christian. You know she was very permissive a few years back. After her divorce there were several men from out of town that spent the night at her house. Sometimes she even had two men at a time spend the night. Had anyone ever thought that the men might be her brothers and uncles that came to help her repair her home? Did anyone even ask her if she needed help?

 

How could the man sitting to one side be a Christian? He had a run in with the law over things he said was his and another person said it was theirs. Did any Christian ever take the time to ask the man what really happened? Maybe the man had bought the items from another person and had a sales receipt for the items.

 

Surely all the deacons in the church are Christians. Goodness they were looked at and talked to then were voted on to become a deacon. Were any of the people talking to them able to read their inner most feelings? Does being a deacon make a person a Christian or do some men just want to be a deacon for the title?

 

There can be no doubt the preacher is a Christian. He has all the answers to the bible and gets up and preaches a Hell Fire and Brimstone message on what we are doing wrong. He is always there for the sick or the person needing a lift up and a prayer said with them.

 

Which Christian among us has the ability to look a preacher in the eyes and be able to tell if he is truthful in all he says or does? We often put a preacher on an altar and expect him to be perfect, which is not going to happen. We want to forget they are human just like the rest of us. They can stumble and have bad thoughts just like the rest of us.

 

From the list above, can you tell me which of the people in the list can say they are Christians? The truth of the matter is no one can tell who is or is not a Christian. You can't tell by their actions or their words. Nearly everyone can walk and act as a Christian, but that doesn't make them one. All or none of them can be a Christian.

 

The thoughts I have on a Christian has to do with the person and their relationship with Jesus Christ. Until that person has had a one on one experience with Christ they are missing the mark.

 

A person has to ask Christ to forgive them of their past sins and accept him as their personal savior and invite Christ into their heart to even start to become a Christian. We have to accept Christ on blind faith since he died for our sins over two thousand years ago.

 

I can not save you, your mother and father can't do it for you, no preacher priest or rabbi can do it for you and no other person on earth can do it for you.

 

 Good deeds and good works won't cut it either. Although these should be second nature to a Christian. You are the only one that can ask Christ into your life and accept him as your Lord and Savior.

 

When you truly accept Christ as your personal Lord and Savior and the Holy Spirit enters your body you will know it that moment. Things will look and feel different and you will act different. When you truly accept Christ your old ways will look incomplete and out of place.

 

After you accept Christ as your Lord and Savior you have just barley touched the wonders Christ has to offer you. If you let him into all the corners of your life and let him lead you, the journey will be one that is filled with a love of Christ and your fellow man.

 

A lot of people think just because you are a Christian you will never sin again. That is a long way from the truth, as you will be tempted and tried time and time again. You will stumble and fall more than you would like to think possible.

 

Just because you stumble doesn't mean God has given up on you, on the contrary, God is always there for you if you will just let him. That is the time you have to reach for God's hand again and ask to be forgiven and turn from that sin.

 

As a Christian you will be judged by Christians and non Christians. Probably the hardest people to judge you will be your fellow Christians. Always remember one thing God did not give us the right to judge someone else. That right is reserved for him and him alone.

 

No one can tell who is or isn't a Christian that is a matter only God and the person involved will know for sure. When we stand before the Judgment Throne of God there is going to be a lot of surprised people when God says I'm sorry but your name is not in the Lambs Book of Life.

 

The thing is a Christian doesn't fit a certain pattern or mold. They can be short, fat, just right, old, young, middle aged, bald, white headed and yes even a blonde.

 

They can be yellow, brown, black, white or green God does not look at what is on the outside of a person but what is on the inside. If God just looked for pretty people not too many of us would fit the bill. If we Christians would stop trying to judge people and accept them as they are just think of what we could accomplish with God's help.

 

If Christ can take a sinner who has accepted him as their Lord and Savior and love them, what right do we have to judge or deny that same sinner anything connected to Christ's love and forgiveness?

 

John three sixteen and seventeen says it all for me.

 

For God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son so that anyone who believes on him shall not perish but have eternal life.

 

God did not send his Son into the world to condemn it but to save it.

 

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I had just turned eight years old when the ice storm hit Ballinger Texas in 1949. At the time I thought it was the best thing that had happened since Christmas. School was turned out because of the ice.

 

I have looked back over the years and wondered how some of the people survived that long cold winter with no more than they had.

 

In late January daddy came in from work and called the family together for a talk. He told us the radio was predicating a severe storm was coming our way. He thought we would be alright but we were going to have to get ready for it.

 

My job was to find all the burlap sacks and news papers I could gather up to be used to wrap the water pipes with. Daddy and my brother started wrapping the pipes under the house while Mama and I wrapped the out side faucets and pipes. To this day I don't think there is a better insulation than news papers, burlap bags and bailing wire.

 

Daddy went next door to Mrs. Cross's house to help her get things in order. She was a widow woman and had no family close by. Her heat was from a pot bellied wood stove in the living room. My brother and I were sent out to cut more fire wood for her and get it stacked up in the house so she wouldn't have to go outside. She had no running water in the house so we filled all the containers she could gather up.

 

When we were finished with Mrs. Cross we checked on the two Woods Sisters. They were in pretty good shape as they had gas in the house and four gas heaters to keep them warm. Their water pipes were already insulated so we headed home.

 

The storm hit some time during the night with a roar like a lion. Daddy had the stoves going in the kitchen and living room full blast. About six in the morning we had all gotten up to huddle around the stoves. My bed was in the living room but it was warmer out of bed.

 

When day light finally came we were amazed at how much ice there was on every thing. The storm was still in full force and it seemed to be getting colder. The electricity went off about ten that morning and we were worried the das might go off.

 

The ice covered the North and East sides of our four room house. The windows had so much ice on them you couldn't see out them. The tree limbs started breaking and it sounded like gun shots at times. We had a big pecan that had limbs hanging over the house and Daddy was worried a limb would break and come through the roof. The Lord took care of us as no limbs were broken on the tree

 

The storm went on all that day and night. It finally broke about seven the next morning leaving a sheet of ice two to four inches thick on every thing it could get to.

 

Later that morning we went out to check for damages to our house. We were very lucky as we couldn't find anything wrong with our house or Mrs. Cross's house. The Wood's Sisters house had two big limbs on the roof but it didn’t hurt anything.

 

Daddy watched and said the temperature was zero about twelve that day. The temperature stayed below freezing for nine days before it started to thaw out.

 

About the only thing moving were people who still had their horses and wagons. Daddy still had Blue and Blackie so we could at least get out and help other people who needed it. Daddy and some of the men got together and cut wood for the people who weren't able to do it for themselves.

 

The cars back then had six volt electric system on them and it wasn't the most reliable thing around. In the cold those old batteries lost all their power and the cars were pushed to get them started. Most people drained the water out of the motors to keep them from freezing and busting the engine block,

 

Daddy and the men worked together to help repair the homes for those that had to have help. One family had a large hole in the roof and some of the windows were broken. Nearly all the houses were box houses at the time. There were just a few houses that had studs in the walls in town. A box house is just one by twelve boards put up to form a wall. The cracks had two inch wide boards over them.

 

Daddy said I could go and join the other kids playing on the ice. There were several small hill around town so we got a car hood and used it to go down the slopes. It was a lot of fun until the hood veered off and hit a tree or high line pole.

 

My cousin and I went to the Abilene Southern Rail Road tracks to play on the slope where the tracks were higher.

 

I don't remember any one getting killed in the storm or if they did Daddy never said anything about it. I enjoyed that winter spell but I wouldn't want to go through it again knowing what I know now. Looking back we all had to be under God's protective arm that winter.

 

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Cowboy Poetry

Round and round the barn

That rooster chased the hen

They’d circle under the barn

Then double back time and

time again

 

The rooster he was handicapped

To see was plain for all

If he ever catches the ole hen

She’ll have to trip and fall

 

I stood there and watched in disbelief

I rubbed my face

I couldn’t believe my eyes

That rooster wearin’ bib over-alls

Cut and fit to size

 

A lady answered the door

Away out on that old ranch

I “said pardon me M’am

But is that rooster wearin’ pants”

 

Oh yes I felt sorry for that bird

With his degradin’ stance

So I used pa’s old britches leg

To make that rooster some pants

 

He likes to strut and show his stuff

Then he’ll really crow

Now we like to watch him

In those designer clothes

 

Chasin’ that ole hen

Keeps us up in stitches

That’s the way we get our laughs

A rooster wearin’ britches

 

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                       Cowboy Poetry

a thing of pride it was indeed

the open time was to be all day long

in case someone learned to read

 

then one fateful day in time disaster struck

and the results a horrible dire

they had to close the place for good

their pride and joy caught fire

 

the building wasn't damaged too bad

as one could tell by a look

the reason for the shut down was

the fire burned up the book

 

what happened next was really bad

after watching it made the first look mild

a West Texas wind came blowing up

nd the flames and smoke went wild

 

now the great West Texas forest

was in the path of the flames and breeze

and the fire went raging through it

And in no time burned up both trees

 

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Cowboy Poetry

The Drunk

 

On a bright afternoon, from the town saloon

A cow-poke came a walking

With a bottle of gin, and his hat caved in

Trying to whistle, while he was talking

 

That cow-poke was as drunk, as a hen-house skunk

As he staggered along his way

Stepping high, as he staggered on by

Why, he’d been drinking all day

 

He’d walk ten feet, then stagger back three times

His horse, he was trying to find

He’d look both ways, then stop and gaze

At all the horses behinds

 

He sat his bottle down, on the dusty ground

And was fumbling with his tobacco sack

Standing there whobbling, and his head bobbing

Then he staggered and fell back

 

He was singing a song, when the sheriff came along

And dragged him to a water trough

The sheriff held his head down, ‘til he almost drown

Then pulled him up, and watched him cough

 

The sheriff threw him in a cell, of the towns little jail

And fined him a dollar and a quarter

A quarter for being drunk, as a hen-house skunk

And a dollar, for contaminating the water.

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Cowboy Poetry
The Drunk
 
On a bright afternoon, from the town saloon
A cow-poke came a walking
With a bottle of gin, and his hat caved in
Trying to whistle, while he was talking
 
That cow-poke was as drunk, as a hen-house skunk
As he staggered along his way
Stepping high, as he staggered on by
Why, he’d been drinking all day
 
He’d walk ten feet, then stagger back three times
His horse, he was trying to find
He’d look both ways, then stop and gaze
At all the horses behinds
 
He sat his bottle down, on the dusty ground
And was fumbling with his tobacco sack
Standing there whobbling, and his head bobbing
Then he staggered and fell back
 
He was singing a song, when the sheriff came along
And dragged him to a water trough
The sheriff held his head down, ‘til he almost drown
Then pulled him up, and watched him cough
 
The sheriff threw him in a cell, of the towns little jail
And fined him a dollar and a quarter
A quarter for being drunk, as a hen-house skunk
And a dollar, for contaminating the water.
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