The Christian Face

The faces of Christians might not shine with a light so bright you have to look away as did the face of Moses after he met God and talked to him face to face, but there is a Christian light that shines on the faces of Christians everywhere.

My two sisters and I once spent a long night in a hospital waiting room waiting for the morning when emergency heart surgery would be performed on our brother.  During that long night, we became acquainted with a kind old gentleman who was there waiting for news of his wife.  My sisters and I are life-long Christians and we recognized a kindred spirit in this old man. When we were away from him for a while, we speculated about the old fellow, sure that he had to be a Christian—just from the look on his old but contented face.

Sure enough, when we asked him about his faith, we learned that he was a practicing Christian and a life-long church member.

We have been telling this story ever since as we try to define that Christian look we saw on the old man’s face; and while we are still unable to accurately describe what exactly it is that we see, this light of Christ truly exists.  It is as real as eyebrows, eyes and wrinkles.  You can see Christianity right there on the faces of Christians.  It is, as they say, as plain as the noses on their faces; and it is a look to which I aspire daily.

Betty Killebrew

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The Christian Face

The faces of Christians might not shine with a light so bright you have to look away as did the face of Moses after he met God and talked to him face to face, but there is a Christian light that shines on the faces of Christians everywhere.

My two sisters and I once spent a long night in a hospital waiting room waiting for the morning when emergency heart surgery would be performed on our brother.  During that long night, we became acquainted with a kind old gentleman who was there waiting for news of his wife.  My sisters and I are life-long Christians and we recognized a kindred spirit in this old man. When we were away from him for a while, we speculated about the old fellow, sure that he had to be a Christian—just from the look on his old but contented face.

Sure enough, when we asked him about his faith, we learned that he was a practicing Christian and a life-long church member.

We have been telling this story ever since as we try to define that Christian look we saw on the old man’s face; and while we are still unable to accurately describe what exactly it is that we see, this light of Christ truly exists.  It is as real as eyebrows, eyes and wrinkles.  You can see Christianity right there on the faces of Christians.  It is, as they say, as plain as the noses on their faces; and it is a look to which I aspire daily.

Betty Killebrew

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CHURCH

Comforted here by the ever present Lord,
Held fast by His anchor, safely moored,
Under His protection safe and secure
Rallied by his love forever pure.
Carried by faith to a peace never known
Happy in knowing we are not alone.

  Betty Killebrew

 

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Our Little Church

Our church building has been in our community for about a hundred years, but for the last few years, the already small congregation has been losing someone to death every few months.  It weighs heavily on my heart that all the remaining parishioners are elderly and there is little chance of keeping our church open beyond the next few years.  This dismal thought was the inspiration for the following poem.

Our Little Church

In our pretty little church
Where we meet on Sunday morn,
Nearly every single worshipper
Was to former church folks born;
But alas, our children went away;
And we have empty pews
That far exceed the number
Of those that we still use.
In our pretty little church
The love and faith are true
And whenever we’re within it,
God is in it too.
It was there I learned to love Him
And there I’d rather stay
Until I go to meet Him
On that great and fateful day;
But our aging congregation
Keeps diminishing one by one,
As one by one our members
Pass away, their work well done.
And now we’re quickly dwindling
And I often face the fear
That the day our church must close
Is growing very near.
I know that I can worship
Anyplace that I may be;
But when I close my eyes to pray
I know I will still see
Within my mind the little church
Where God grew real to me
And where on Sunday mornings
I will always want to be.
B. Killebrew

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At Church…

On Sundays, when in church you sit,
Is there a chance you’re a hypocrite?

You hear the preacher say again,
“Give to the needy,” and you say, “Amen”

But on Monday the beggar on the street
Is someone you don’t care to meet.

Do you reverently bow your head
And partake of the wine and of the bread

Then spend the rest of your whole day
Seeing frivolous videos play?

You know that heaven and earth are ruled
By Almighty God who can’t be fooled;

So do not think hypocrites will be
Seated in heaven at His knee;

Instead you’ll receive what is deserved
A special place, for you reserved.

Betty Killebrew

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Six Little Christians

Six little Christians tucked in little beds
Heard the church bell ringing and raised their little heads.
One little Christian shut his eyes once more;
“I’m sleeping in,” he said, “That’s what Sunday’s for.”

Five little Christians raised their little heads,
Stretched and sat up straight in their little beds.
One little Christian laid his head back on his pillow;
“It’s Sunday, my day off,” he said, “I’m a lucky fellow.”

Four little Christians sat up in their beds
And scrambled right out as Mother always said.
One little Christian turned on the TV;
“Oh look,” he said, “Something’s on I want to see!”

Three little Christians did what mother said,
Hurried up and dressed when they got out of bed.
One little Christian dressed in his old jeans,
Ready to go out and hit the golf course greens.

Two little Christians donned their fine apparel
And went to the kitchen to eat some bowls of cereal.
One little Christian was headed toward the door
When he decided to stay home and eat a little more.

One little Christian walked out his front door
And  hurried off to church ’cause that’s what Sunday’s for!

Staff Writer, Inspirational Archive

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A New Week

On Sunday morning I sit in church
Surrounded by God’s peace
In never-ending wonder
At a love that does not cease.
My soul expands with glory,
Bathed in unbounded love
That wraps me like a cloak
That descends from up above.
I’m fortified to start anew—
The Lord once more my crutch—
So no matter what may come this week,
It will not seem too much.
I’m renewed to start once more
The grueling task of living,
To face the trials of a new week
Being patient and forgiving.
Elizabeth Ruth

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The Presence and Eternal Love of our Savior

Though our church is struggling
And our membership shrinks,
Our pews aren’t as empty
As some folks may think.

Look at those spaces
With no one in view;
They are filled by the Spirit
Of He who loves you.

The Holy Spirit is beside us
As He is in our hearts
With His peace and His love
That never departs, 

And I am convinced
If there is even one
Here in this building
That believes on God’s Son, 

Then He will be here
With His comfort and care
As that ONE humbly bows
And meets Him in prayer. 

The things of man vanish
Over time on this earth;
Churches and people
Know death, just as birth; 

But though our little church
Won’t forever endure,
The love of our Savior
Will ever be sure. 

Betty Killebrew 

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