“I’m sorry to bother you but I need some legal advice.”
“You’ve come to the right place,” said the young attorney. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, the thing is, and I want to be honest about it up front, I don’t have any money.”
The lawyer looked surprised. The Man was resplendent in what must surely be pure gold as He shined brightly every time He moved.
“I see. Well, the first visit is free, so come on in.”
He directed the Man into his office. “Please take a seat.”
As the Man sat, the lawyer’s memory pricked. He just knew he had seen the Man somewhere before but couldn’t quite place Him. “Tell me your story.”
“I need someone to represent Me in court.”
“Are You being sued?”
“Sort of. Actually, I’m being told by many of My supporters that I’ve lost my rights. I’d like to have them back, please.” “
"What rights have You lost, Sir?”
“I’ve lost the right to be Me.”
At the puzzled lawyer’s expression, the Man continued.
“A long time ago, I decided what I wanted most out of life was a family. So I created one. My firstborn was Adam. He was lonely and when I introduced him to the lovely Eve they were very happy for a while. She made a mistake. I admit it angered Me at the time but I forgave them. That’s what family does, right? But they were on their own for a little while. Still, when they turned to Me, I was there. Then My family got larger. Generations upon generations of family…you know, young man, you’re part of My family tree also.” “
You’re…God, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I don’t understand, God. You can do anything. Why would You need an attorney?”
“Because of mankind’s free will. No one wants to be loved because he or she has to be. We all want to be accepted for who we are, even Me. But now people are complaining about how I’m sticking my nose into their business. I’m not, you know. I’m just a concerned Father but I don’t make their decisions for them. I just ask that they stop making Mine for Me and for anyone who agrees with me.”
God looked at the young lawyer with tears in His eyes.
“You see, child, I gave my beloved Son to the world so that they would know how much I love them. I’m worshipped in many ways and in many religions. But the religion named after my Son has been denigrated and stripped of their rights to celebrate Me except in the privacy of their homes and their churches, thereby denying Me of My rights as well. Now they’re being told it’s wrong to celebrate my Son’s birthday!”
God took a breath.
“I don’t want to take away the free will of anyone and I won’t. But if I told you how many times those same people call upon Me in the dark of the night…how many times they curse Me yet still turn to Me when in need…you’d be surprised. I’ve been blamed for a great many things in the world, child, the latest of which are tsunamis and attacks on countries. I cry when people ask ‘Where was God?’ because I’ve been here all along waiting to be let in.”
He paused.
The attorney said, “I’ll take your case, God.”
“I have no money.”
“You don’t need it. I’ll do it pro bono. You paid for everything two thousand years ago on the cross. It’s the very least I can do.”
The papers announced it within a week. God was fighting for His rights. Which side are you on? I’m on His. In the long run, God always wins.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Thanksgiving Day
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Weeping Caroline
Weeping Caroline
Fifty years ago, you turned to find him gone;
Somehow in her grief, your mother carried on.
She raised you and your brother with a lot of love and care;
With such a family legacy, the load was hard to bear.
For Camelot has faltered, there's been pain along the way;
First a sibling stillborn, then little Patrick Bouvier.
Then only three months later your father bid adieu;
He never meant to hurt or abandon you.
You still had little John John and your mother held you close;
Off to Uncle Bobby in sanctuary you did go.
Then suddenly (how could it be?) but yes, it's truly so;
Bobby was assassinated...to Greece you had to go.
A reprieve seemed apparent as you grew to womanhood;
Weeping Caroline was replaced with one who's values stood.
You held firm to your beliefs and had a life along the way;
Then tragedy's sudden reminder--your mother passed away.
We saw you there beside your brother...a lady of style and class;
Who would have dared to whisper Death again would show it's mask.
The Prince of Camelot...how we loved to see him reign;
Yet again, we all wept, when tragedy struck his plane.
Weeping Caroline, we pray the tragedies are done;
It's time for only goodness for your daughters and your son.
We know the Royal Family of Camelot looks on;
To guide you in your destiny as in you they live on.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
The Quiet Prayers of War
Oh,
God, help us through this day,
I
can't believe it's not a dream;
Just
months ago I was on my way,
To
a party with Miss Bobbie Lee.
Now
here I am in Vietnam,
What
is all the shouting for?
Help
us through and I'll write to her -
The
quiet prayers of wars.
Oh,
God, look, how sad to see
A
New York tower hit by a plane;
A
tragic accident on the news
Oh
my God! It's happening again!
What?!
The Pentagon is hit they say
And
in Pennsylvania another plane makes four;
Civilian
heroes fought to take it over
The
quiet prayers of wars.
Lord,
see the face in this picture frame?
My
oldest child is just nineteen.
He
has too much life ahead,
He
has yet to live his dreams.
There
is no wife, no college degree,
Film
school is what he joined up for.
Watch
over him and keep him safe -
The
quiet prayers of wars.
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