Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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Christ was about Love! Period. All other agendas are our own.

Artwork entitled, "Wingless, courtesy of  ~n1kkeisat0
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The Christ Child, By CordieB

Away in a manger a long time ago…
a babe  was born who longed to bring hope.
Three fourths of humanity worship the birth of this child
Yet, so few of us walk the path of the meek and the mild…

So few of strive to love our fellow man…
Though we hate and despise, we worship the Man
So often we use Christ life’s purpose in vain
So few of us love our neighbors as Christ so diligently taught
We’ve turned his his walk into commercialism; that can only be brought

In stores to perhaps give a temporary smile
to those who can afford it…perhaps for a while
While others lay hungry, homeless and poor
we bustle and hustle to all of the stores . . .
Stressing ourselves out to buy more, more and more

We walk into churches each Sunday for Christ’s Sake
pointing fingers at those who have lost all their faith
due to heartless believers who so often spur hate
and pay all our dues to for a religious retreat
yet somewhere a family is cold;  abandoned, with nothing to eat

We speak of our Jesus with majestic love for the Man
never practicing that which He stood for– love for all humans
In fact we even practice hatred in His Holy name
and swear it is Christ-like to inflict such pain

Christ walked this earth to teach us to love
In hope that we not destroy humanity and the earth thereof
When will we practice the lessons taught by the babe who was born
in a manger to parents who were poor, ostracized and forlorn . . . ?

Let us remember the reason for the season by loving our neighbors and start treating others as we would have others treat us.  Christ was about LOVE, PERIOD.  All other agendas we may have are our own.  Let us strive to keep this in mind this season and all seasons.

As always, Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

A Gentle Spirit – Spiritual Riddle – By CordieB

The Eye of God - Courtesy of CordieB

The Eye of God - Courtesy of CordieB

There is a comfort about me

Allowing the soul to rest

Leaving no room for feelings of uncertainty or emptiness

There is a peace of mind I bring . . .

Whenever my essense surrounds

which is more valuable than all riches

I am where home can be found . . .

You will feel God must have placed you here

And left you in comfort . . . knowing you are where

 you are loved; you are free . . .

You are just where you are suppose to be . . .

You you are welcomed; you are true

You are incredibly, honestly, gloriously You. . . .

I bring. . .. warm blankets of security covering

the body, mind, and spirit

without feelings of  smothering

or fears of dreaded unknowing

I give a simple easiness

leaving no unexplained longing

Who am I. . . Click below for riddle answer . . .

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A Spiritual Riddle – Happy Thanksgiving from CordieB

 

I am what’s felt when we see a field of wild flowers on a crisp spring day;

I am how we feel when the doctor says everything will be ok;

I am the thought that is often felt when we wake up to a brand new day;

I am what is felt when we see "10 fingers and 10 toes"

I am that feeling of awe that comes from the beauty of spring’s first rose;

I am what is felt when we see the beauty of winter’s first snow;

I am what we feel when our child finally walks in after being out all night;

I am the emotion that one feels when the dark days have finally gave way to light;

I am what we feel when the Christmas hectic is finally over;

I’m that feeling of wonderment in finding a four leaf clover.

You may feel me when you look at the bright blue skies;

You may even feel me when you smell the aroma of grandma’s homemade apple pies;

I can be felt when the lights come on, and everyone in the room shouts "SURPRISE"

I’m that feeling of gratitude when the youngest child graduates from school;

I’m that sentiment some have when the kids know that drugs are really uncool;

You’ll probably feel me when the baby takes his first step;

And you certainly will feel me, if you still have good health and pep;

I am what’s felt when we sat down to the table to eat;

I am how we feel when our significant other rubs our aching feet;

I am the thought that is felt when we appreciate all the Joy in Living;

Who am I,

I am simply, Thanksgiving.

Written by:  CordieB especially for You.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Twelve Days of Christmas

The Twelve Days of Christmas
The Twelve Days of Christmas is probably the most misunderstood part of the church year among Christians who are not part of liturgical church traditions. Contrary to much popular belief, these are not the twelve days before Christmas, but in most of the Western Church are the twelve days from Christmas until the beginning of Epiphany  (January 6th; the 12 days count from December 25th until January 5th). In some traditions, the first day of Christmas begins on the evening of December 25th with the following day considered the First Day of Christmas (December 26th). In these traditions, the twelve days begin December 26 and include Epiphany on January 6.

For more information on this tradition, visit http://www.cresourcei.org/cy12days.html

Last year my brother (Mr. Romantic) sent his girl friend (at that time) a traditional gift, based on the origin of the Twelve Gifts of Christmas.  Following is the replies to each of the 12 gifts: For sake of privacy, the names and addresed have been omitted.

 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

December 26

Dearest Bill:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a pear tree. What a wonderful thoughtful gift! I couldn’t have been more surprised.

With deepest Love and Devotion,

Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

December 27

Dearest Bill:
Today the postman brought your most wonderful gift. Just imagine – two turtle doves! I’m delighted at your very sweet gift. They are just adorable. I will have to get a cage for them.

With deepest Love,

Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

December 28

Dearest Bill:
Oh! Your third gift arrived! You really went too far, I think. I don’t deserve such generosity – three French hens. They are just lovely, but I must protest – you’ve been way too kind.

Love,
Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

December 29
Dearest Bill:
Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now, really, they’re quite nice, but now I have 10 birds and nowhere to put any more….so please, no more birds!! But, thanks.

Affectionately,
Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

December 30

Dearest Bill:
What a surprise! Another present….and not a bird this time! Wow! Today the postman delivered five golden rings, one for each finger. You’re just too extravagant, but I love it! Frankly, all those birds squawking were beginning to get on my nerves, but the rings are wonderful…and so quiet!!

All my love,
Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

December 31

Dear Bill:
When I opened the door there were actually six geese a-laying on my front steps. So you’re back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge! And it was bird poop that they were laying..complete with a large count of coloform bacteria. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining. The police came by with a formal complaint, and I can’t sleep through all the racket. I guess I have my own noise-makers for the new years eve celebration tonight.

Please stop. NO MORE BIRDS!!

Cordially,
Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

January 1
Bill:

Happy New Year…to some people. It hasn’t been so happy with me. What’s with you and those dumb birds? Seven swans a-swimming. What kind of practical joke is this? There’s bird guana all over the house and they never stop squawking. I could not sleep all night and I’m a nervous wreck. You have gone too far, bird brain. STOP SENDING BIRDS. NO MORE BIRDS!! GOT IT?

Sincerely,
Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

January 2

OK, WISE GUY:
I think I prefer the birds over this. What am I going to do with eight maids a-milking? It’s not enough with all those birds and eight maids a-milking, but they had to bring their cows. Have you ever smelled a yard full of cow patties? Their piles are all over the lawn, and I can’t move in my own house. Leave me alone. NO MORE OF YOUR “GIFTS”.

Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

January 3

Hey, Vacuum-for-a-brain:
What are you? Some kind of freak? Now there’s nine ladies dancing…right in the smelly you-know-what and tracking it all over my house. The way they’ve been bickering with the milk maids, I hesitate to even call them ladies. You’ll get yours, buddy.
Sara
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

January 4

You rotten piece of cow patty:
What’s with the ten lords a-leaping? I have threatened to break their legs so that they can never leap again. All 23 of the birds are dead. They’ve been trampled to death by the leapers, the dancers, and the cows. At least, I don’t have to worry about them any more. However, the cows are mooing all night having gotten diarrhea. My living room is a sewer! The City Commissioner has subpoenaed me to give cause why my house shouldn’t be condemned.

I’m filing a complaint to the police about you!

One who means it.
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 Miss Sara Truelove
Somewhere, USA

January 5

Listen, brainless:
Now there’s eleven pipers piping. And they never stop piping…except when they’re chasing those maids or dancing girls. The cows are getting very upset and are sounding worse than the birds ever did. What am I going to do? There is a petition going around to evict me from the neigborhood.

I hope you’re satisfied, you rotten, vicious swine.

Your sworn enemy,
Sara
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 Law Offices
Sue, Pillage, and Plunder
1313 Grunge St
Somewhere, USA

January 6

Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve drummers drumming which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Sara Truelove. The damage, of course, was total. She was found beating her head against the wall to the beat of the twelve drums. If you should attempt to reach Miss Truelove at Happy Glen Sanitarium, the attendants have instructions to shoot you on sight. With this letter please find attached a warrant for your arrest.

Cordially,
Law Firm of
Sue, Pillage, and Plunder

With all the commercialism attached to Christmas, which often cause added stress and anxiety, I thought I’d start off the 12 Days prior to Christmas with a little humor to lighten your spirits.   Don’t forget what Christmas is all about; and pass on the true meaning to those who may not know.

Love and Peace to You and Your’s throughout the season and beyond.