Forum Navigation
You need to log in to create posts and topics.

Doc's Daily Chuckle 3/29/21

Posted by: pakaine49 <pakaine49@...>

           DOC'S  DAILY  CHUCKLE

             Always  Clean  Chuckles

           Laughter is the Best Medicine!

________________________________________

Please feel welcome to forward this email to your

friends, inviting them to become a member of the

Doc's Daily Chuckle family!

If you got this from a friend and would like your own

copy sent to you regularly, please sign up at

[email protected]

________________________________________

This is Holy Week — the most solemn week in the liturgical year. 

DDC will not be published on Thursday or Friday.

Doc

Today's Chuckles

1.   Rescue?

2.   How the Virus Stole Easter 

                  ———————————————

 

Rescue?

 

A shipwrecked sailor spent several years on a deserted island. 

One morning he was thrilled to see a ship offshore and a small 

boat pulling out toward him!

 

When the boat arrived, its occupant handed the marooned sailor 

a bundle of newspapers and said: "With the captain's compliments. 

He said to read through these and let us know if you still want to be 

rescued.”

 

- From Mikey’s Funnies

                  ———————————————

 

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you. 

- Ralph Waldo Emerson 

 

                  ———————————————

 

(This is from last year — seems still applicable)

 

How the Virus Stole Easter

By Kristi Bothur

With a nod to Dr. Seuss 

 

Twas late in '19 when the virus began,

Bringing chaos and fear to all people, each land.

 

People were sick, hospitals full,

Doctors overwhelmed, no one in school.

 

As winter gave way to the promise of spring,

The virus raged on, touching peasant and king.

 

People hid in their homes from the enemy unseen.

They YouTubed and Zoomed, social-distanced, and cleaned.

 

April approached and churches were closed.

"There won't be an Easter," the world supposed.

 

"There won't be church services, and egg hunts are out.

No reason for new dresses when we can't go about."

 

Holy Week started, as bleak as the rest.

The world was focused on masks and on tests.

 

"Easter can't happen this year," they proclaimed.

"Online and at home, it just won't be the same."

 

Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, the days came and went.

The virus pressed on; it just would not relent.

 

The world woke Sunday and nothing had changed.

The virus still menaced, the people, estranged.

 

"Pooh pooh to the saints," the world was grumbling.

"They're finding out now that no Easter is coming.

 

"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!

Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,

And then all the saints will all cry boo-hoo.

 

"That noise," said the world, "would be something to hear."

So it paused and the world put a hand to its ear.

 

And it did hear a sound coming through all the skies.

It started down low, then it started to rise.

 

But the sound wasn't depressed.

Why, this sound was triumphant!

It couldn't be so!

But it grew with abundance!

 

The world stared around, popping its eyes. 

Then it shook! What it saw was a shocking surprise!

 

Each saint in each nation, the tall and the small,

Was celebrating Jesus in spite of it all!

 

It hadn't stopped Easter from coming! It came!

Somehow or other, it came just the same!

 

And the world with its life quite stuck in quarantine

Stood puzzling and puzzling.

"Just how can it be?"

 

"It came without bonnets, it came without bunnies,

It came without egg hunts, cantatas, or money."

 

Then the world thought of something it hadn't before.

"Maybe Easter," it thought, "doesn't come from a store.

Maybe Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more."

 

And what happened then?

Well....the story's not done.

What will YOU do?

Will you share with that one

Or two or more people needing hope in this night?

Will you share of the source of your life in this fight?

 

The churches are empty - but so is the tomb,

And Jesus is Victor over death, doom, and gloom.

 

So this year at Easter, let this be our prayer,

As the virus still rages all around, everywhere.

 

May the world see hope when it looks at God's people.

May the world see the Church is not a building or steeple.

May the world find Faith in Jesus' death and resurrection,

May the world find Joy in a time of dejection.

May 2020 be known as the year of survival,

But not only that -

Let it start a revival.

 

Copyright 2020 Kristi Bothur, This Side of Heaven Blog. Permission 

is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for 

commercial purposes.

See the original post here: 

https://www.thissideofheavenblog.com/blog/how-the-virus-stole-easter

Also, check out this audio reading of the poem: 

https://soundcloud.com/user-639610250/how-the-virus-stole-easter-by-kristi-bothur

————

Please pray for:  Larry, Marilyn, Patricia, Dave, Peggy, Annie, Gabe.

                =================

Have a TERRIFIC day! 

If you need to leave, do so at: [email protected] 

If you need to change your address, send the old address to the leave 

address and the new address to the join e-mail at the top.

To unsubscribe, e-mail: [email protected]  

For additional commands, e-mail: [email protected] 

welovegod.org: Group Email without advertisements.  Is your group here?

To unsubscribe, e-mail: [email protected] For additional commands, e-mail: [email protected]


To unsubscribe, e-mail: [email protected]
For additional commands, e-mail: [email protected]