I k now that not everyone celebrates Christmas and I know the origins so I do not need anyone trying to tell me how pagan it is or how childish because there is no God, yadayadyada....I celebrate Christmas because it is a way of sharing the love we have for each other in a special remembrance of the birth of our savior Jesus (yes I know he was born in Sept, not December so save your argument) this is the time of year that Christians celebrate it, that being said. I found a poem that reminds us of how much HE loved us. And this year, I hope that while you unwrap your presents, and laugh and smile with your families, remember, someone loved us all enough to die for us so that we may all be together as ONE by His side in heaven. Merry Christmas to all!!!! The Three Nails This is a story of long ago---of a man who owned a little store. As he would tell it, I was proud to have my name above the door. This took place, oh, about two thousand years ago, as I recall, I was located in Jerusalem, just across the street from Pilates hall. And I had everything anyone would ever need; Why, folks would come from miles around, regardless of their creed. But there was only thing I had I thought would never sell, So I placed it in a corner on a shelf ----three old rusty spike nails. Then one day a Roman soldier came through the door, And as he walked up to me, it seemed he shook the floor. I said, Can I help you, Sir? in a voice I m sure seemed frail. He looked at me with a sneering grin and said, Id like to buy some nails - some big, big nails. Well, you see, Sir, threes all I have. Oh, Thatll do. For the job I have, threes enough - - - Now how much do I owe you? He placed the money in my hand, and I was glad to make the sale. Then I began to wonder, and I asked, Sir, what can you do with just three spike nails? Did you ever hear of a man called Jesus the Nazarene? You mean the one they call the Son of God? Yes, thats the one. Today I intend to show the world whos boss, For with these three nails Im going to nail that man Jesus to a cross. Youll never know how numb I felt - as on my knees I fell. Please sir, dont do that! - but he just turned and walked away I said, Please, let me buy them back! But he just looked at me and grinned. And in the distance, I could see the howling mob Through the tears that filled my eyes. Away with him Crucify him! I could hear their angry cries. But over the top of all the noise and groans of agony, I can still hear the sound of a hammer as that big Roman soldier Nailed my Jesus to a tree. With three rusty nails, they nailed Jesus to a tree; And His blood washed my sins, away.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 22:01:19 +0000
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