Sunday is Coming. . .

[In order to be absolutely upfront, I don’t remember if I wrote this or found it on some other site. I think I did write it for the introduction to an Easter sermon, but in case you recognize it as belonging to someone else, please accept my apologies.]

Can you imagine the dead silence that must have been felt in the room on Saturday after the Lord had been crucified? What do you suppose was going through the minds of the disciples? If, they even spoke, what do you think might have been the topic of their conversation?

I'm thinking they were probably in the lowest feeling of depression they had ever felt. These men had done no better than the Pharisees in understanding His words of "destroy this...and I will raise it up again." All they could think about was they had seen, from a distance no doubt, the agonizing death of the very One they had hang their hopes upon. That was yesterday, Friday, He was dead for sure and they knew it. Now what!! What will they do next?

Ah, but what a difference a day makes. Tomorrow, there will be a surge of new life through their hearts and minds that will change everything. Today, they don't realize it, but TOMORROW He will rise from the dead and appear to all of them, except Thomas, he'll have to wait a week.

Tomorrow, He will breathe on them and they will experience the Holy Spirit, Whose full power will come on Pentecost. He will also give them the joy of telling those who believe on the Lord Jesus that their sins have been forgiven, but also the sad charge to tell those who will not believe that their sins are NOT forgiven.

You and I are so blessed!! We too, have the Holy Spirit within us and we can tell people if they will confess themselves as sinners and believe on the Lord Jesus their sins are forgiven, but if not, NO forgiveness.

Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, lift up your voice and sing

Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the King!

The Hope of all who seek Him, the Help of all who find,

None other is so loving, so good and kind.

Chorus:

He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!

He walks with me and talks with me along life's narrow way.

He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!

You ask me how I know He lives?
He lives within my heart.

Alfred H. Ackley, (1887-1960)

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Should You Go First…..

These lyrics were done on one of Gaither’s Homecoming videos by George Younce. They are so pretty and meaningful as we grow older, just thought I would share them with all of you who read my blogs.


Lyrics:
Should You Go First And I Remain
To Walk The Road Alone
I'll Live In Memory's Garden Dear
With The Happy Days We've Known.

And In Springtime I'll Watch For Rose's Red
When Fades The Lilac Blue
And In Early Fall
When Brown Leaves Call
I'll Catch A Glimpse Of You.

Should You Go First And I Remain
To Finish With The Scroll
No Lengthening Shadows Shall Creep In
To Make This Life so Droll.

We've Known So Much Happiness
And We've Had Our Cup Of Joy
But Memory Is One Gift Of God
That Death Cannot Destroy.

Should You Go First And I Remain
For Battles To Be Fought
Each Thing You've Touched Along The Way
Will Be A Hallowed Spot.

I'll Hear Your Voice
And I'll See Your Smile
And Though Blindly I May Grope
The Memory Of Your Helping Hand
Will Boil Me On With Hope.

Should You Go First And I Remain
One Thing I'd Have You Do
Walk Slowly Down That Long, Long Path
For Soon I'll Follow You.

And I'll Want To Know Each Step You Took
That I May Walk The Same
For Someday Down That Lonely Road
You'll Hear Me Call Your Name.
       --- Author Unknown

Songs I Sing to My Sweetheart

Thought I would write down some of the lyrics of songs that I sing, to my darlin,’ Billie, when I am taking care of her. Sometimes she just doesn’t want to talk, nor even answer questions, so I go about checking her vitals and doing what is needed and sing her a song or two. I realize I have changed some of the words just to fit us, so don’t worry if they are not exact.

Hey Good Lookin

Hey good lookin'

What ya got cookin?

How’s about cookin' something up with me

Oh, sweet baby

Don't you think maybe?

We could find us a brand new recipe

I’ve got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill

And I know a spot right over the hill

There’s Sodie-pop and the dancin’s free

Won’t you come along and go with me

I said hey good lookin'

What ya got cookin?

How about cookin' something up with me?

[My first car, bought during my senior year in GHS, was a hot-rod Ford and Billie was with me when I bought it. She snuggled up to me when we drove it away from the dealer ship, after we got out of sight of my Grandmother. J]

Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue

Five foot two, eyes of blue

But oh what those five foot could do

Has anybody seen my gal?

Turned up nose and turned down hose

Flapper yes sir one of those

Has anybody seen my gal?

Now if you run into a five foot two covered with fur

Diamond ring and all those things

Bet your life it isn't her.

Could she love could she woo

Could she could she could she coo

Has anybody seen my gal?

                   [If you knew Billie, you would know this song fits her to a T.]

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

Let me call you sweetheart

I’m in love with you

Let me hear you whisper that you love me too

Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so true

Let me call you sweetheart

I’m in love with you

Let me call you sweetheart

I’m in love with you

Let me hear you whisper that you love me too

Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so true

Let me call you sweetheart

I’m in love with you

I’m in Love with You, Honey

I'm in love with you, hon-ey.

Say you love me, too, hon-ey.

No one else will do, hon-ey;

Seems fun-ny, but it's true.

Loved you from the start, hon-ey.

Bless your little heart, hon-ey.

Ev'ry day would be so sun-ny,

Hon-ey, when I'm with you.

You Are My Sunshine

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know dear

How much I love you

So please don't take

My sunshine Away

The other night dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke dear

I was mistaken

And I held

My head

And cried

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine Away

New Year's Resolutions

Bill called his parents to wish them a happy New Year, and his dad answered the phone. 
"Well, Dad, what's your New Year's resolution?" Bill asked him. "To make your mother as happy as I can all year," Dad answered. 
When mom got on the phone, Bill said, "What's your resolution, Mom?" 
She answered, "To see that your dad keeps his New Year's resolution." 

Granddaddy's Musings

Granddaddy’s Musings

I will do my best to do this chronologically, but at this stage of life, I'm sure that will not be the case. God has given me a full and blessed life and for any victories or successes, I may have enjoyed He gets all the Glory. For all the failures and defeats I bear total responsibility. So, I will start with some basic personal history.

One of the fondest memories I have is growing up in the small town of Garland, Texas. Didn’t realize it at the time, but I was truly blessed. Garland was a peaceful place for a boy to grow into manhood. The year I started Elementary School, 1940, the population was 1941, that's one thousand nine hundred forty-one. Hard to believe since now the population is perhaps more than 200,000.

My Grandmother, Cora May Schafer, my Dad’s Mom, raised me from the time I was about 18 months old. My Mother (Gladys Faye McGee) and Father (Roy Leonard Schafer) were both young and found it difficult to take care of a little boy. Also, as I have come to think in later years, my Grandmother probably pressured them into giving me to her. She was a strong-willed woman who pretty well ruled the whole family. I have no complaints about that, although I did miss having a family with Father-Mother. My Grandmother, who will be known from this point as Mama did a good job providing for us and keeping me in check.

I can remember as a little boy going to visit Mother & Daddy in Dallas. They had an apartment somewhere off South Harwood. I would spend a week or two with them and then go back to Mama's. I remember our visiting a tent revival near Fair Park. We walked to get there and sat not too far from the front. There was sawdust under the chairs and over the ground. They had a choir up on a platform, but I can't remember how large a crowd they might have had, nor do I remember anything else about the service. As I think back now it would have been great if they had gotten saved at that time and put our family together for good, not to be. Besides, God had different plans for my life.

I have been surprised to find out that I happened to be at Mother and Daddy's, in Dallas, when the 1940 Census taker came. When the Census taker in Garland, came to Mama's, Willie Maud and Glen was living in the house with her. That caught me by surprise when I saw the record.

• I'm going to insert a bit of history/trivia here about Billie. We knew her biological Father's name was Nelson Barton. That's all we knew about him, her mother would never talk about him. Papa Dewey adopted Billie when she was a little girl and her Barton birth record was closed/removed or something, so she was only known as Thomason on her Birth Certificate. Anyway, in researching the 1940 Census for her I found that she and Mama Lucille lived together with Pampa and Mamma McWhirter in Greenville. Both their surnames were Barton in 1940, so we are not really sure as to the exact date she officially became a Thomason. She could not have had a better Daddy than Dewey Thomason.
  

To be continued..........

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