A Month from Matthew – 19

And he saith unto them,

” Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”  4.19

[ “Catch & Release” Catch men out of the ditch of sin & release them into the River of Life! :) ]

Old poem/card

ANNOUNCED (19th card)

He was announced to Mary

His mother for earthly mold

She knew He’d be special

For she had been foretold.


And He was announced to Joseph

Temporal man at family’s head

- Joseph married anyway -

His greatness is still read.


He was announced to herders,

‘Round campfires on Judah’s hills

Men know for their roughness -

Flesh, less frivolous frills.


Creatures from Glorious Yonder

Harmonized them on the wing.

Announcements were made in verse;

Song is a wondrous thing!


He was announced to wise ones,

Far across Near Eastern sand,

Twilight’s lavender shade;

A new star joined the band.


“It can mean but one thing” they said,

“A new head there is to crown.”

Camel, and prince, and his gift

Traversed waves sifty, brown.


Each old herald in manner,

Is thanked for his timely thought,

But from their time, to ours,

The news had to be brought.


Burlap-clad, unsung greats of yore

Told son’s sons, time on time.

Some traveled long, hard and late

In a worse, foreign clime


Decades passed the Word along;

Announcements were made to tribes,

Were made in chieftain’s huts

Via tokens and bribes,


Were made inside the palace gates,

Were made to craftsman and slave,

To the weak, growing weaker,

To brawny man, thought brave.


Until, O Joyous Hour

(After centuries of trust

It still was being told,

For telling it is a must)


Someone announced His birth to you -

To me, the story was clear.

Throughout this Christmas Season,

May their mem’ry be dear.  

- eab, Dec. ‘83

“Be Ye Holy”

Holiness as a doctrine is Good.

Holiness as an initial experience is Better.

Holiness lived out in daily-life is Best.

- eab, 6/29/11



Born the King above everything,

A King, though in a stable;

Born so poor, beyond inn door,

So poor – – – and yet so able!  

- eab, 12/19/06


Frank E Graeff was born 12/19/1860 at Tamaqua, PA.  He was a Methodist minister (served churches in the Philadelphia Conference) who was known for his interest in children’s ministry and for his storytelling abilities.  He died 7/29/1919 at Ocean Grove, New Jersey. 

It is said that Graeff went through some dif­fi­cult tri­als.  (Christmas can be a very difficult time for some souls.)  The per­i­od be­fore writ­ing this song was one of de­spond­en­cy, doubt, and phys­ic­al pain. When he turned to God’s Word he found comfort in 1Pe 5.7. Af­ter med­i­ta­ting on that truth, Graeff wrote these lyri­cs, with the re­sound­ing af­firm­a­tion in the cho­rus, “O yes, He cares…”


Does Jesus care when my heart is pained Too deeply for mirth or song,

As the burdens press, and the cares distress And the way grows weary and long?


Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares, His heart is touched with my grief;

When the days are weary, the long nights dreary, I know my Savior cares.


A Month from Matthew – 18

A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit,

neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.  7.18

[ Please Note this is as relevant today as when Jesus said it! ]

Old poem/card


Mary, the carpenter’s wife,

Has been delivered of a Man child.

She conceived and then bore,

Heaven’s Seed and remained undefiled.

She gave birth in a peasant “home”

Of linage Royal and old.

Bearing her reproach she thus gave,

Divinity a fine human mold.


He came, He loved, He cried,

He walked by the azure sea side.

He cared, He worked,

He sought those who had never been taught.

He touched, He scattered, He plead.

The Holy Scriptures He read.

He stood, He bore, He died.

The Christ of Christmas, crucified.

- eab, Dec. ’82


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