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July 30, 2006

Today’s Queue Stories

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The Shack On The Side Of The Hill

  Helen Dowd

Back in the late 1950's we lived in a remote place in Northern British Columbia, where there was neither electricity nor running water. Our neighbors were few and far between, and often the only time we saw them was when we went past their places on our way to town. We met some interesting characters during our time there. One of the most interesting was an old gentleman whom everyone called "Grampa Rice." The story that I am about to tell, in poetry form, is a true story about this "classic" man.

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He was just an old man with a toothless grin, a wrinkled up face and a stubbled chin. His clothes were all tattered, and his house was cold, but old Grandpa Rice had a heart made of gold.

If ever a stranger would pass by Gramp’s shack, he’d rush out to greet him, and he’d call him on back. He’d holler, “Come in friend, set and chat fer a spell.” Then he’d serve up some tea, and his stories he’d tell.

His yarns were of the “old times”, when first he “came here”; how he’d brought his new bride - oh, he loved her so dear. His eyes filled with tears as he talked of “dear Bell.” He buried her there - and a wee babe, as well.

With him in his shack on the side of a hill, lived a mangy old cat, and a dog he called “Bill.” He existed on tea and boiled up dried beans, and the odd time he’d stew up some dandelion greens.

He’d say, “Let’s go huntin’ to find us some game.” Then old Bill would follow, though the poor dog was lame. If perchance they should spy a jack rabbit or mole, they would stand still and watch it run into its hole. Neither one would attempt to catch, or to kill. They both were alike - Grandpa Rice and old Bill. The word spread around to the “animal folk” that the pair’s hunting habit were merely a joke.

One day out of nowhere came a massive buck-deer. He held his head high, showing no trace of fear. He watched as the man cocked his rusty old gun. He heard him tell Bill, “Now, this’ll be fun!”

Grandpa Rice, through the sight, looked the buck in the eye, then he lowered his gun, with a long weary sigh. The deer gave a snort as he trotted away; “G’bye Gramps and Bill; there’ll be no meat today!”

Grandpa Rice said, “C’mon, Bill, let’s amble on home. Jist mebby I’ll find you a dried up old bone. As for me, I kin brew me some dandelion tea, and boil up some taters, maybe toss in some peas.”

Then on came a winter, of storm after storm. Just nothing Gramps did could get the shack warm. He ran out of tea, had no more dried beans. How he longed for a stew of dandelion greens. So, soon Grandpa Rice became terribly ill. He crawled on his cot beside Cat and old Bill.

One day - near to springtime - a trapper named, Jack, by chance stumbled on to a shabby old shack. He ventured inside to check out the site. He thought that perhaps he could sleep there that night. But there curled together, under a mat, lay a frozen old man, a dog, and a cat.

Jack won’t soon forget what he saw in that place, Old Grandpa Rice died with a smile on his face.

Now, many years later, in that very same spot, lies a pile of old lumber, and a rusted-out pot. Just stand still and listen, and listen real well. You might hear him calling, “Come set fer a spell.”

Amidst all the rubble on the side of that hill, lies the spirit of Gramps, his cat, and old Bill.

©  Helen Dowd  

Bio

Helen Dowd enjoys spending time at her computer, along side her husband of 48 years, writing poetry, story poems, stories about pets and life in general, as well as inspirational and Bible stories. Her writings can be found on her website: www.occupytillicome.com. She has recently had a book published  – If You Only Knew!—a story of courage and faith, taking place during the Great Depression and beyond.  It can be viewed by pressing on the banner on the front page of her website.

hmdowd@telus.net

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 - Prison -
Joyce Lock
Not a pretty picture, but please bear with me ...

Try to envision a worse case scenario of what it might feel like to be in a foreign prison, in some cases, roaches crawling over you as you sleep or rats nibbling on your ear as you try to find warmth on a cold, bare, dark and drafty, dirt dungeon floor ... bats clinging overhead, a blood sucking snake slithering up a pant leg trying to find warmth, naked stomachs protruding from malnutrition, groans in the night, the sound of whips and piercing screams that echo in your mind, welts on disfigured bodies, bacteria induced vomit that feels like your insides just splattered on the floor, the stench of death all around ... sixteen hour days in sun-baked fields, too parched to swallow, leathered skin, guts laying bare as gnats swarm, vultures circling in, your body deteriorating faster than its years, weakened from abuse, witnessing the advantages taken of loved ones who didn't escape, all the while praying for the mercy of death.

And others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment: They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented; (Of whom the world was not worthy:) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.  And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise: God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect.

One would think the opening of prison gates would bring shouts of joy.  Instead, fear barricades the exit.  Prisoners stumble to find their way.  Those, who's eyes were put out, listen for the stick of the lame to try and join them in finding the gate while others are too listless to crawl, their soul pasted to the gates of hell.

Such is the tormented soul of those held at gunpoint by weapons of mass internal destruction, spiritually captive from the freedom to follow God, whose inner prisons are varying degrees of hell on earth, stripped of their dignity and calling, judged, ridiculed, spat upon ... all the while, leaders feel completely justified in not letting such weak kneed, belly aching, fearful people serve until they reach a measure of acceptance.  If it were possible to reach such a point while being held prisoner, it still could not be obtained as the same lawyers only up the ante.  There is no Christ in such doctrine.  To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth, To turn aside the right of a man before the face of the most High, To subvert a man in his cause, the Lord approveth not.

Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?  Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.

In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bare them, and carried them all the days of old. Isaiah 63:9

Therefore, ye shepherds, hear the word of the Lord; As I live, saith the Lord God, surely because my flock became a prey, and my flock became meat to every beast of the field, because there was no shepherd, neither did my shepherds search for my flock, but the shepherds fed themselves, and fed not my flock; Therefore, O ye shepherds, hear the word of the Lord; Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, I am against the shepherds; and I will require my flock at their hand, and cause them to cease from feeding the flock; neither shall the shepherds feed themselves any more; for I will deliver my flock from their mouth, that they may not be meat for them.

Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit.  That made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the house of his prisoners?  All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.  But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcase trodden under feet.  Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial, because thou hast destroyed thy land, and slain thy people: the seed of evildoers shall never be renowned.

Prepare slaughter for his children for the iniquity of their fathers; that they do not rise, nor possess the land, nor fill the face of the world with cities.  For I will rise up against them, saith the Lord of hosts, and cut off from Babylon the name, and remnant, and son, and nephew, saith the Lord.  I will also make it a possession for the bittern, and pools of water: and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction, saith the Lord of hosts.

And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Lord shall punish the host of the high ones that are on high, and the kings of the earth upon the earth.  And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison, and after many days shall they be visited.  Then the moon shall be confounded, and the sun ashamed, when the Lord of hosts shall reign in mount Zion, and in Jerusalem, and before his ancients gloriously.

Woe unto them that decree unrighteous decrees, and that write grievousness which they have prescribed; To turn aside the needy from judgment, and to take away the right from the poor of my people, that widows may be their prey, and that they may rob the fatherless!  And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the desolation which shall come from far? to whom will ye flee for help? and where will ye leave your glory?  Without me they shall bow down under the prisoners, and they shall fall under the slain.  For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.

The Lord shall go forth as a mighty man, he shall stir up jealousy like a man of war: he shall cry, yea, roar; he shall prevail against his enemies.  I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once.  I will make waste mountains and hills, and dry up all their herbs; and I will make the rivers islands, and I will dry up the pools.  And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight.  These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.

The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into

blood, before that great and notable day of the Lord come:

And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call

on the name of the Lord shall be saved. Acts 2:20-21

Is it such a fast that I have chosen? a day for a man to afflict his soul? is it to bow down his head as a bulrush, and to spread sackcloth and ashes under him? wilt thou call this a fast, and an acceptable day to the Lord?

Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?  Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?

And God sent an angel unto Jerusalem to destroy it: and as he was destroying, the Lord beheld, and he repented him of the evil, and said to the angel that destroyed, It is enough, stay now thine hand.  And the angel of the Lord stood by the threshingfloor of Ornan the Jebusite.  And David lifted up his eyes, and saw the angel of the Lord stand between the earth and the heaven, having a drawn sword in his hand stretched out over Jerusalem.  Then David and the elders of Israel, who were clothed in sackcloth, fell upon their faces.

He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation?

Lift up thine eyes round about, and behold: all these gather themselves together, and come to thee.  As I live, saith the Lord, thou shalt surely clothe thee with them all, as with an ornament, and bind them on thee, as a bride doeth.  For thy waste and thy desolate places, and the land of thy destruction, shall even now be too narrow by reason of the inhabitants, and they that swallowed thee up shall be far away.  The children which thou shalt have, after thou hast lost the other, shall say again in thine ears, The place is too strait for me: give place to me that I may dwell.

Then shalt thou say in thine heart, Who hath begotten me these, seeing I have lost my children, and am desolate, a captive, and removing to and fro?  and who hath brought up these?  Behold, I was left alone; these, where had they been?  Thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I will lift up mine hand to the Gentiles, and set up my standard to the people: and they shall bring thy sons in their arms, and thy daughters shall be carried upon their shoulders.  And kings shall be thy nursing fathers, and their queens thy nursing mothers: they shall bow down to thee with their face toward the earth, and lick up the dust of thy feet; and thou shalt know that I am the Lord: for they shall not be ashamed that wait for me.

Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the Lord hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.  But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.  Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.  Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.  Thy children shall make haste; thy destroyers and they that made thee waste shall go forth of thee.

 

It is important to note that ...

(1) The Bible wasn't written for the lost world ...

But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. 1 Co. 2:14

But for lost sheep ...

My people hath been lost sheep: their shepherds have caused them to go astray, they have turned them away on the mountains: they have gone from mountain to hill, they have forgotten their restingplace. Je. 50:6

 
(2) And that not even Jesus could stop God's wrath from coming ...

Tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil, of the Jew first, and also of the Gentile; But glory, honour, and peace, to every man that worketh good, to the Jew first, and also to the Gentile. Ro. 2:9-10

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. Ga. 6:7  Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience. Ep. 5:6

 
(3) But could only deliver those who would turn away from ungodliness ...

... Jesus, which delivered us from the wrath to come. 1 Th. 1:10

And so all Israel shall be saved: as it is written, There shall come out of Sion the Deliverer, and shall turn away ungodliness from Jacob. Ro. 11:26

Already accepted ...

According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love: Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will, To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.  And when He calls us to follow Him, that is the accepted time.  For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: That no flesh should glory in his presence.  Before destruction the heart of man is haughty, and before honour is humility.

Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die; And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.  So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.

© 2005 by Joyce C. Lock

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Poetry Section

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I Believe in Christmas

Joan Clifton Costner 

I Believe that Jesus is the reason why...

There’s Christmas Day...

I Believe the infant Child of Mighty God...

Lay on the hay...

I Believe that shepherds saw up in the sky....

The Heavenly Host...

To praise Him high....

I Believe! I Believe!...

I Believe the eastern wise men traced a star...

And bowed their knees...

And I know that in her heart His mother knew...

He would be King!

Time was split, a plan engaged designed to bring

The heart of man..

To God again...

With upraised hands....I Believe!

Every time I see the scenes of Christmas Day...

Or hear the songs...

I know the Way

Lies in the Child...

Of Christmas Day!

I Believe!!

Lyrics by Joan Clifton Costner

Copyright

Music: Traditional old song: I Believe

Love,

Joan Clifton Costner

jody@ptsi.net

http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
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