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SHEPHERDS

Afar we now stand, from that blest band,

Of shepherds in the fields.

Men that had sheep, were given a peek,

Yea, the plan was revealed;

It was not new, not even then,

And it is not old – never has been.

 

Now see them start, with a joyous heart,

Start where? to see the King.

Lives once so sad, at once, made glad,

Joining the angels to “sing.”

The heavenly beings announced the gift,

Then back to heaven, their wings did lift.

– eab, 12/6/68

 

 

Dad # 1 His signature was Clyde D. Bryan in large “circular” flowing letters. I saw Dad last, 41 yrs ago (he died of severe burns the morning of Christmas Eve). He stuttered but was not bashful. He was 5’5” could’ve been taller but had bowed legs (3 broken legs before I was born & 2 later). His hair was brown & when the sun was right had a reddish tint. When younger he combed it straight back (called a pompadour) but as he aged he had one of those ever-widening-parts.J Aged? He turned 39 six days before I was born.

– eab, 12/22/17

 

 

NATURAL OCCURRENCE  

I can’t believe, when snow is made to fall,

That’s its simply frozen ice – and that’s all.

Natural occurrence, each had its lesson

If we can but read or properly listen.

– eab, Dec ‘73

 

 

Dad # 2 Dad & christmas: Sometime near my birth Dad learned to weld. He welded years at Anchor Hocking & Timken Roller Bearings before his eyes went bad. While at Anchor he made me (about age 5) a tractor with a universal joint so as I pedaled it along & turned the steering wheel I also turned the front wheel. He painted it red (sorry, J D lovers, it wasn’t “spring-grass green & yellow”). You talk about one pleased little boy when I saw it Christmas morning! Loved my dad.

– eab, 12/22/17

 

“Every child has a right to a Christian heritage.”

– H Robb French, 4/10/85

 

Dad # 3 Dad & cars: I’ve liked cars & have memory of his ’37 medium blue Chevy, his ’41 dark blue Pontiac, his ’50 (again blue J) 2-door Chevy & (as far as I know) his first new car, a’52, green 4 door Chevy Deluxe, bought as the ‘53’s were coming out. I wish I’d written down a list of the cars Dad had in order. I didn’t. Now’s the time for YOU to visit your dad. Ask him about his memories of “x” or “y” or “z.” If your dad’s alive, spend some time with him this season.

12/22/17

 

Rom 5. 8

“…God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”

 

You attend a center-to-right-of-center evangelical church where the New Birth is preached – have you been born again? Why not?

You attend a holiness church where full salvation is taught & lived – have you allowed the Spirit full right-of-way? Why not?

– eab, 12/21/17

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SHEPHERDS

 

Afar we now stand, from that blest band

Of shepherds in the fields.

Men that had sheep, were given a peek;

Yea, the plan was revealed;

It was not new, not even then,

And it’s not “old” – never has been.

Now see them start, with a joyous heart,

Start where?  To see the King.

Lives once so sad, at once, made glad

Joining the angels to sing.

The heavenly beings announced the gift,

Then back to heaven, their wings [1] did lift.

– eab,  12/6/68

[1] Written BEFORE  I realized the Bible doesn’t teach that angels have wings. We are all learning. 🙂

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Pick up the loose holly leaves,

Sweep the carpet and then,

Pack the wreath away to stay,

In the Christmas-stuff, storage bin.

Untwine the silver ribbons,

From chandelier so thin,

Slow down the pace of this place,

For Christmas is over again.

 

Chop the tree into firewood,

Place used boxes away.

The train for lad (and Dad),

Crate up for the next special day.

Candles and fancy paper,

In the seat by “the bay,”

Right beside the gowns that hide,

The shepherds in each Christmas play.

 

Does the Spirit of Christmas

Likewise, find Itself packed

And, with the pear tree, to be

In the far away attic stacked?

Oh – It will be used next year,

No luster will be lacked;

Unless abuse or disuse,

Find It broken or sadly cracked.

 

May the Spirit of Christmas be left intact.

Leave It, please leave It, unpacked!

The more that you choose It,

And prayerfully use It,

The less likely It is to be cracked.  – eab, 12/14/81

Penned in the Quaker-founded villege of Friendsville, TN (that is in East Tennessee, Blount Co.)

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If shepherds hadn’t been watching their charge,

As all good shepherds do.

If they hadn’t been dutifully faithful,

In spite of damp and dew.

If men of sheep hadn’t sheep-minded been,

The long winter night through;

They’d have missed that chorus grandly suspended,

Announcing centuries of prophecy ended,

In notes and quality, in minors and ranges, so large –

Masterfully blended.

 

If wise men hadn’t been looking upward,

As wise men want to do.

If ancient scholars hadn’t known the sky,

And humbly, knew, they knew.

If star-spangled men hadn’t known their flag,

The night that star first flew.

They’d have missed the invitation of all earth,

To rejoice in the King of Creation’s birth;

The astronomical discovery worthy of reward –

Announcing Royal worth.          – eab, 12/80

 

Written while I worked with Christ College and Christ Academy in East Tennessee.

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