Quote from Forum Archives on November 13, 2003, 8:11 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

 

<><> The Death Of Someone Else <><>

 

        

Our church was saddened to learn this week of the death of one of
our most valued members, Someone Else.

"Someone's" passing creates a vacancy that will be difficult to
fill. Else has been with us for many years and for every one of those
years, "Someone" did far more than a normal person's share of the work. Whenever
there was a job to do, a class to teach, or a meeting to attend, one name was on
everyone's list, "Let 'Someone Else' do it."

Whenever leadership was mentioned, this wonderful person was looked
to for inspiration as well as results; "Someone Else can work with that
group." It was common knowledge that Someone Else was among the most liberal
givers in our church. Whenever there was a financial need, everyone just
assumed Someone Else would make up the difference.

Someone Else was a wonderful person; sometimes appearing superhuman.
Were the truth known, everybody expected too much of Someone Else. Now
Someone Else is gone!

We wonder what we are going to do. Someone Else left a wonderful
example to follow, but who is going to follow it?

Who is going to do the things Someone Else did?

When you are asked to help this year, remember -- we can't depend on
Someone Else anymore.

 

 

<><> Church Pencils <><>

The little church in the suburbs suddenly stopped buying from
its regular office supply dealer.  So, the dealer telephoned
Deacon Brown to ask why.  "I'll tell you why," scolded Deacon
Brown.  "Our church ordered some pencils from you to be used
in the pews for visitors to register."

"Well, interrupted the dealer, "didn't you receive them yet?"

"Oh, we received them all right," replied Deacon Brown.

"However, you sent us some golf pencils...each stamped with
the words, 'Play Golf Next Sunday.'"

 

 

<><> Grandma's Shoes <><

 

        

When I was very little, all Grandmas that I knew

Were wearing the same kind of ugly Grandma shoes.

You know the kind I mean, clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful that it weighed upon my mind.

For I knew when I grew old, I'd have to wear those shoes

I'd think of that, from time to time, it seemed like such bad news.

I never was a rebel, I wore saddle shoes to school

And next came ballerinas, then sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes, then platforms, very tall.
As each new fashion came along, I wore them one and all.

But always, in the distance, looming in my future there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes, the kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married, and then became a mom,
Our kids grew up and left, and then their children came along.

I knew I was a grandma and the time was drawing near
When those chunky, black, old lace-up shoes were what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening, or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about how I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving and one day I realized
That the shape of things to come was changing, right before my eyes.

And now, when I go shopping, what I see fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks, I'm as comfy as I can be.

And I look at all these little girls, and there, upon their feet

Are chunky, black, old Grandma shoes, and they really think that's neat.

 

 

Have a Blessed Day

Dave and Barbara

 

 

 

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