The Night Before Jesus Returned!

'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed.
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter.
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said "it's not here" my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound.
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

Written by Audrey Patricia Woolverton



Be you therefore ready also: for the Son of Man cometh at an hour when you think not. Luke 12:40

If Christ had not come!

A few years ago a striking Christmas card was published, with the title, "If Christ had not come." It was founded upon our Saviour's words, "If I had not come." The card represented a clergyman falling into a short sleep in his study on Christmas morning and dreaming of a world into which Jesus had never come.

In his dream he found himself looking through his home, but there were no little stockings in the chimney corner, no Christmas bells or wreaths of holly, and no Christ to comfort, gladden and save. He walked out on the public street, but there was no church with its spire pointing to Heaven. He came back and sat down in the library, but every book about the Saviour had disappeared.

A ring at the door-bell, and a messenger asked him to visit a poor dying mother. He hastened with the weeping child and as he reached the home he sat down and said, "I have something here that will comfort you." He opened his Bible to look for a familiar promise, but it ended at Malachi, and there was no gospel and no promise of hope and salvation, and he could only bow his head and weep with her in bitter despair.

Two days afterward he stood beside her coffin and conducted the funeral service, but there was no message of consolation, no word of a glorious resurrection, no open Heaven, but only "dust to dust, ashes to ashes," and one long eternal farewell. He realized at length that "He had not come," and burst into tears and bitter weeping in his sorrowful dream.

Suddenly he woke with a shock, and a great shout of joy and praise burst from his lips as he heard his choir singing in his church close by:

"O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant.
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem:
Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels,
O come let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord."

Let us be glad and rejoice today, because "He has come."

And let us remember the annunciation of the angel, "Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people, for unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord." (Luke 2:10,11)

"He comes to make His blessing flow, Far as the curse is found."

May our hearts go out to the people in heathen lands who have no blessed Christmas day.

"Go your way, eat the fat, drink the sweet, and SEND PORTIONS TO THEM FOR WHOM NOTHING IS PREPARED." (Neh. 8:10.)

from STREAMS IN THE DESERT, compiled by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman
Published by THE ORIENTAL MISSIONARY SOCIETY, 832 North Hobart Boulevard, Los Angeles, California, 1931

PRAISES AND GLORY BE UNTO OUR LORD AND KING, JESUS CHRIST

O COME LET US ADORE HIM

In His service and for His glory,

Minister Dr. Trudy Veerman

O COME, O COME EMMANUEL

He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto Him the throne of his father David: And He shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of His kingdom there shall be no end. Luke 1:32,33

When I'm singing "O come, O come Emmanuel", I am thinking of His soon return and meeting My Lord in the air. My soul yearns to be with my Master and Saviour, the King of kings, Jesus Christ.

I just cannot see Jesus as a baby anymore. That time has long past, because for me He is risen and sits at the right hand of the Father.

And the Lamb shall overcome them: for He is Lord of lords, and King of kings. Revelation 17:14

And He hath on His vesture and on His thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS. Revelation 19:16

Some argue that Christmas is celebrated on the incorrect date, or that the date was originally a Pagan festivity. The wrong or correct date does not really matter, and does not change the fact that Jesus was born and came to our rescue. One can and may celebrate this any day of the year, or celebrate not at all.

There is nothing wrong with celebrating the Birthday of our Savior, as long as you don't stay gazing at His empty crib. When we remember His birth we cannot help but think what He came for. We see the shadow of the cross right over His crib.

They that don't know Jesus as personal Savior throw noisy parties to quiet down the song of the heavenly choir and the cry of the Cross. They go into extreme debts for presents to outdo the Gift of God. They can't handle the quietness from the stable and the piercing sound of the thunder, which comes from Calvary's hill.

But we, who believe and have our faith grounded in God, rejoice in the One who was from the beginning with the Father, came down to earth to free us from our sin and guilt, and is about to return to take us to our heavenly Home, prepared for us by the Father. What a DAY that will be. HALLELUJAH!

This is why I am singing "O COME, O COME EMMANUAL" on another "note".


To Him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. 1 Peter 5:11

BLESSINGS TO YOU THIS CHRISTMAS AND FOR EVER

Please, make sure you visit my Christmas poetic pages:

http://achristiancounselor.com/hislove.html God's Gift to You

http://achristiancounselor.com/hislove2.html His Love for You

http://achristiancounselor.com/newbirth.html Unto Us a Child is Born

In the service of the Almighty God,
Minister Dr. Trudy Veerman

Walk In The Garden

For the LORD shall comfort Zion: He will comfort all her waste places; and He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the LORD; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody. Isaiah 51:3

Walk with me, O Savior dear
in this garden of wilderness
May I sense Your caring near
while all around there is a mess

In this life and in our nation
many things can grow so wrong
Weeds outgrow a showy carnation
a cry of agony may replace a song

This garden badly needs Your Light
and the warming beams of Your Son
which will bring growth and delight
to flowers that are almost gone

Lead me on Your path to see
the flowers which are about to wilt
Whom from the heat of the tempest flee
as they are laden with pain and guilt

Help me, dear Lord to care for them
pulling out overgrowth and weeds
While You prune their battered stem
let me bind the one who bleeds

Give me a caring heart like Yours
an observant eye to clearly see
the hurting heart and all its sores
Teach me the blessing that I must be

Let me help to ease their pain
of the flowers hit by storms
Let me not treat them with disdain
but apply Your love that transforms

Walk with me, dear Lord of mine
in the garden of Your Godly design
and show me the real bloodline
of the flowers that You refine

Let their fragrance once more be true
to what You intended it to be
For Your glory, while I'll subdue
Since it's You Who cares most tenderly

Copyright © Dr.Trudy Veerman.
All rights reserved.

Psalm 84:11,12... For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly. O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in Thee.

Psalm 46:1,2... God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;