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Spiritual Things to Make You
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Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin.  God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you.  He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff-- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc.  Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see.  Submitted by Patty Mitchell |
mon-de-green –noun: a word or phrase resulting from a misinterpretation of a word or phrase that has been heard. Origin: 1954; coined by Sylvia Wright, U.S. writer, from the line "laid him on the green", interpreted as "Lady Mondegreen", in a Scottish ballad
The First Noel The First Noel, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In my mind "certain" meant to "guide". I pictured the shepherds being guided to the stable in Bethlehem. All Hail the Power of Jesus' name! All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall, OK, this one is kind of icky. I thought it was "prostates". When I was younger I didn't know what a prostate was but I knew that something was falling off the angels. I guess it is just as well I didn't know. Hark! The Herald Angels Sing Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn king. So, why was only one angel singing and how did we know his name was Harold? I thought it was Hark! The Harold angel sings, "Glory to the newborn king." Silent Night, Holy Night Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin, mother and child In my young mind I figured Mary must be fat. After all, we called her the round virgin. Winter Wonderland Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire What happens when you lay by the fire too long? That's right.... you PERSPIRE! Bringing in the Sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves; Being the intelligent child that I was, I knew that whoever wrote this song made a big mistake. One sheep is a sheep, and many sheep are sheep not "sheeps". God Shaped Hole by Plumb There's a God-shaped hole in all of us And the restless soul is searching I never knew the name of this song for a long time. If I had I'd have known what the lyrics were. I listened and listened and listened and just couldn't figure it out. All I could hear her singing was there was a "Gotcha-tope" in all of us. It still sounds that way even though I know what she's saying. |
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