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We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
"Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement.
One fails forward toward success."

C. S. Lewis


"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen:
not only because I see it,
but because by it I see everything else."

C. S. Lewis




I have come home at last!
This is my real country!
I belong here.
This is the land
I have been looking for all my life,
though I never knew it till now...
Come further up, come further in!

― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1059917-the-last-battle


“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”


J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring


“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

J.R.R. Tolkien




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April 30, 2021 at 6:30pm
April 30, 2021 at 6:30pm
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Days of life have jobs to do,
some are bliss, and some get through.
When we honor all that's ours,
giftings shine as blooming flow'rs.
At the end of life, we see
done responsibility.

Dry as shucks, and dusty hay
when we live and Christ obey?
Hardly. In each waking thought
live we Truth in grace as taught.
Oft it is a sweaty work,
but our duty ne'er we'll shirk.

Stay at Post when storms do rage
Live for God through earthly age.
Give Him praise in all you do,
'til your job is fully through.
"This eternal Day," He said,
"is your Joy when Time is dead."

Lives we've touched, and helped to live
will the lasting Joy He give.
'Sponsibility's a gift.
Serve we God, and others lift.
Hang your head not once at all.
Service is our blessed call.


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April 29, 2021 at 6:09pm
April 29, 2021 at 6:09pm
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A doodle is quite fun to draw,
but it has meaning still.
The days of life by God's Own Law
conform to His Own Will.

I move, and run, and sleep, and wake
to draw my doodle line,
and when that's done new steps I take
to show God's Gift is kind.

Around, around, and round, again,
I'm running with each breath.
My hope to live without my sin
won't happen, 'til my death,

But daily life marks on the page
with blue lines and some red,
until the canvas and the stage
are fully marked and fed.

I pray my acts and will are blest
so led by God Above,
that when I've faced each daily test
the end result is Love.
(Philippians 2:13)


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April 28, 2021 at 11:29pm
April 28, 2021 at 11:29pm
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"Prompt #1
Easter: Sunday, April 4, 2021

Free Write about Easter."


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Christmas comes throughout the year for those with eyes to see it.

Jesus left His stable Home in Heaven to enter a stable home on Earth.
Jesus's Heavenly Father is responsible for everything, that has been created.
Jesus' Earthly father was a carpenter, making many things from wood.

Did Joseph make the manger in which Jesus was laid?

In the Trinity and from Eternity Jesus has always been wrapped in Light.
In the manger, Jesus was wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Jesus lived away from human eyes in Eternity for many Earth-years
before being laid in a cave as a little Baby.
Jesus lived away from the public eye in Nazareth for many years
before being laid in a tomb, that was a cave, as a punished criminal.

Jesus lived His earthly years as the supposedly illegitimate son of Mary, Joseph's wife.
Jesus was crucified as the supposedly illegitimate messiah of the nation of Israel.

Being born in a nondescript stable was an ignominious beginning, but the lowest strata of human society, the shepherds welcomed Him and brought Him praise.
Being laid in a nondescript tomb was an ignominious ending to the life of a humble, itinerate, homeless rabbi, but a couple of women welcomed His resurrection on the third day with belief.

The leaders of the days of His earthly sojourn hated Him so badly, that they violated many of their own laws to get Him crucified. They didn't care. They were done.

In an interesting turn of events, the notorious criminal, Barabbas (aka "Son of the Father") was pardoned in order for Jesus, the Son of Father God, to take his place in crucifixion. Jesus took Barabbas' place, and Barabbas was pardoned. Jesus took the place of everyone, who has ever been pardoned through eternal Salvation.

Jesus is the Only Human to ever live the life of perfection, but He died at the hands of imperfect humans by the cruelest of all human methods of capital punishment.

Jesus bore our sin because since He had no sin of His own,
He was the Only One, Who could bear our sin.
Jesus provided the garment of perfection to receptive humans,
who had no perfection of their own.

The Lord of Glory, Who is clothed in Light,
had to die the death of shame without clothes.
Almighty God died the death of the cross as the Man,
Who gave other men the power to make Him appear to be powerless.

Some may consider the expression, "rise on the third day" to be indicative of death for 72 hours. I do not subscribe to that view.

1. Jesus died around 3:00 PM on that Friday. He was buried before sundown.
By Jewish number designation, that was "death on the first day."
2. Jesus' body laid in the tomb throughout the Sabbath,
which ended at sundown on that Saturday. That was "death on the second day."
3. Jesus rose from the dead around 6:00 AM (aka sunrise) on Sunday,
the first day of the week. That was resurrection on the third day.

In my humble opinion, Jesus was only dead for approximately 39 hours,
which is roughly half of the expected time.
3:00 PM on Friday to 6:00 AM on Sunday makes 39 hours.
I'm sure that number is significant. I simply need to study and meditate on it more.

Easter Sunday morning is the first day of the first week of Salvation.
Easter Sunday morning designates the New Day of human HIStory.
Easter Sunday morning is Resurrection Day.
Resurrection Day is Secret Christmas because
"The Best Present of Christmas was opened on Resurrection Sunday morning."

May we always remember, that Christmas without Easter would be meaningless,
but Easter without Christmas would be impossible.
Ultimately, Christmas is the first step to the Resurrection of Jesus
and it is the first step to the Salvation of believers.
That makes Christmas, Easter's Foreshadow,
and that makes Easter, Second Christmas (or Secret Christmas.)

Years ago, I started a blog on WordPress with the name, Secret Christmas.
https://secret777christmas.wordpress.com/
It's no longer a secret to you, but for many humans,
the Greatest Christmas, which is Easter, is still a secret.

Let's tell them the secret, too.
Let's help their hearts to be truly blessed.


by Jay O’Toole
on April 28th, 2021


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April 27, 2021 at 11:52pm
April 27, 2021 at 11:52pm
#1009251
restoration

salvation
renew
kept
Collector's choice



by Jay O’Toole
on April 27th, 2021


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April 26, 2021 at 11:39pm
April 26, 2021 at 11:39pm
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Friendships, that will last throughout our earthly days,
are based on mutual love and mutual respect.

We may not look alike, but we most certainly love alike.
Unconditionally. That's what that is.

We may not think alike, but we most certainly dovetail our differences.
It's like walking. When you're ahead, I'm behind. When I'm ahead, you're behind.
It's like standing. We're in one place side-by-side.
Our friendship has different looks for different purposes.
We stand together as equals when it's time to rest, to reflect, to think, to converse,
but we can move from place to place, only when we lead by changing place in rhythm.

Leading in a relationship doesn't make the leader the better, nor the follower the lesser.
Leading and following is a function of getting things done.
The muscles of our arms and legs are set in pairs. One contracts. One relaxes.
Tandem pairs of muscles make us stronger as humans in physical bodies.
Tandem pairs of muscles in friendships make us stronger as friends.

Canadian Geese show us how to use this principle to make us stronger as groups of friends.
These wondrous birds fly in a "V" to increase efficiency, and to allow for periods of rest.
We, humans, talk about "taking point" or leading on a given day.
The goose, who flies at the point of the "V" must be the strongest in leadership.
Headwinds create drag on the leading goose.
The goose to the right or to the left bear nearly as much force, but it is still less.
And so it goes, until the last goose on either extremity bears the least amount of headwind.

This small flock of geese can cover many miles in this formation.
The leading goose flies point, until it can't.
Loud honking alerts the rest of the flock, "It's time for a change. I need to rest."
Then, in a moment as though by military precision. the point "man" falls back
to the position of one of the extremities to rest and to rejuvenate. It's easiest there.
Again, with military precision the next goose, right or left in turn, "takes point,"
and the flock flies on to accomplish its great distance.

Friendships are based on the understanding, that we help each other.
The stronger of the two helps the friend, who is experiencing a time of being weaker.
Woe be us if we are both weak at the same time.
Of course, that may be the time to prepare a cup of coffee or tea,
then we sit down under a fleece blanket, either separately or jointly,
depending on our snuggle-meter, sharing the warmth of body, heart, or both.
Some friendships have to touch, nearly constantly.
Some friendships rarely if ever touch, based on mutual love, respect, and understanding.

Lasting friendships start in the youth of life.
We do so much together.
We eat.
We drink hot drinks.
We talk, while we run.
We talk, until we sleep, then we talk, again, when we wake.

Lasting friendships share all of the important moments of life.
First dates.
Driver's license.
The wedding.
The reception, and hopefully the spouse is welcomed into the circle of friendship,
even if not all of the long hours of conversation.
Children, pets, life's work, and hobbies.
God.

Lasting friendships age like fine wine.
The bouquet mellows,
even when the taste in the cup fades a little.

Lasting friendships survive the days of Earth,
maintaining Joy forever in the Presence of the Lord.


Open Prompt: Write a poem over 30 lines, Structured or Free Verse, on the topic of your choosing.
Written for "The Whatever Contest."
*Right* "The Whatever Contest

Word Count: 583
Line Count: 56
Verses Count: 11
Style: Free Verse


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April 23, 2021 at 11:32pm
April 23, 2021 at 11:32pm
#1009032
vines throughout a bush
weaving in and taking space
stays for quite a while


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on April 23rd, 2021


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April 22, 2021 at 4:12pm
April 22, 2021 at 4:12pm
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To live and run and work and love
through moving, daily days.
To finish for the prize Above
is how His Name we praise.

For nine long months a life of ease
in Utero's swimming pool
created hope myself would please,
and others, my own tool.

But with one smack the doctor broke
idyllic fantasy
to make me just another bloke,
who runs this race for free.

To eat and lie in smelliness,
to live a life of sleep,
exploring wonder, heart to bless,
and learning e'er more deep.

To walk upon these wobbly legs,
to fall and bounce on bum,
experience of scrambled eggs,
and milk upon me some.

To ride around with Mom and Dad
in something really big
became a joy so often glad,
I fain would dance a jig.

But one day when a-riding, we
did stop and all got out
to leave me in a strange house, See?
My dance became a pout.

"A nursery school for playing, Son.
Goodbye. We'll see you soon.
"
"But I don't know them. Not a one.
I have not one balloon.
"

"Just trust us. It will all be fine.
Great fun throughout your day.
"
"The spinach was not very kind,
and Teacher caused dismay.
"

In first-grade I saw fuzzy blobs
upon the big blackboard,
which learning they would daily rob
to be most untoward.

But Teacher figured out my case,
"Some glasses he must have."
Then, to the doctor at some place,
we tested in his lab.

"He's near of sight. He needs some specs,
and life will better be.
"
He gave me glasses with respect,
but the glasses were not free.

Twelve years of school, primarily.
My courses were superb,
but high school girlfriends weren't for me
as often was observed.

I finished school at the top of my class,
yet leadership was small,
but Captain of my band to pass
impressive in that hall.

The college years were really great
in them I met my wife.
Two years, almost, we spent in dates,
then married we for life.

The working years are varied still.
A teacher, I, and salesman, too,
announcing radio to fill
my joy remembered, that I do.

For many years no child had we,
but then one day she came,
for now, that anniversary,
and years of her the same.

A dancer, and a singing star,
an actor on the stage
of these gifts we see she'll go far
to turn adult's new page.

The days beyond her home wrought years
will visit all too soon.
"God, grant us strength to roll our fears
upon Thy shoulders strewn.


"And turn our fears to confidence
in all You will create.
Remold our hearts in spices minced
for Everlasting's Date.
"

In twenty years or thirty, (more?)
we'll land on Heaven's hill,
expansive Grace to e'er explore,
and better live His will.

These days of Earth are just a taste
of that, which e'er will be.
Salvation's Hope by heart embraced
to make that Day so FREE.

"Please, grant me, Lord, to see the faces
of my earthly loves,
surrounding You in lasting graces
in Your Home Above.
"


Open Prompt: Write a poem over 30 lines, Structured or Free Verse, on the topic of your choosing.
Written for "The Whatever Contest." *Right* "The Whatever Contest

Word Count: 523
Line Count: 92
Verses Count: 23 quatrains
Style: Iambic Quatrains with the occasional anapestic foot or two


by Jay O’Toole
on April 21st, 2021


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April 21, 2021 at 5:02pm
April 21, 2021 at 5:02pm
#1008931
trim the bushes back
prune and snip, remove the old
make room for the new


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April 20, 2021 at 11:50pm
April 20, 2021 at 11:50pm
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Hungry plants need rain to grow,
and sufficient sun.
Pray because this One you know
has every victory won.

Hungry hearts need living rain,
refreshing parch-ed man.
Saving Truth must be made plain,
redeeming souls by plan.

Servant hearts, the sons of God
have just what lost ones need.
"Give me souls, Your Name applaud,"
these ministers all plead.

"Know the Source. Provide them Grace,
and Mercy by the Book.
"
Jesus' Goodness in their place
in just one feeble look.
(Numbers 21:1-9, KJV; Key verse: #9)

"Know the Source. Salvation, now.
The Son, now, lives, again.
"
No gift I bring. Before Him bow,
Redeemer of lost men.
https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/h/1058
"Rock of Ages"


by Jay O’Toole
on April 20th, 2021


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April 19, 2021 at 3:44pm
April 19, 2021 at 3:44pm
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At times, God seems so silent, cold,
uncaring for our pain.
Yet, He is always speaking bold
in ways, that are quite plain.

So, why do we with straining ears
cry out to hear His Voice
when His Arms reach to take our fears,
to help our hearts rejoice?

The winds of life in blustery roar
may cause the child to fall,
and roll upon the mud some more,
and scream at God and call,

but God in Voice so still and small
stands near as gentle breath
to wipe each brow, to smile, and call,
preventing us from death.

So, silent God is not at all.
He's speaking all the time.
"Please tune our ears to hear Your Call
to hear each rhythm, rhyme.
"


by Jay O’Toole
on April 19th, 2021


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