A party. A concert. A dinner.
A tree. A nutcracker. A strand of lights.
An inflatable snowman. Illuminated.
There’s still no room.
A list. A sale. A door buster.
A parking lot. A shopping center. A mall.
A ribbon. Tape. Disappearing.
There’s still no room.
A song. A radio station. Background noise.
You better watch out. I wanna hippopotamus.
Rudolph the Reindeer. Glowing.
There’s still no room.
A cookie. A pie. A piece of candy.
A turkey dinner. A fruitcake? Eggnog.
A brunch buffet. All-you-can-eat.
There’s still no room.
He’s still headed for the stable.
A manger. A bed of straw. A few shepherds.
Worshiping.
Who’s the innkeeper this year?
Sermon for the First Sunday of Lent, Feb. 18, 2024
8 months ago
4 comments:
I'm only assuming this is a song... I would like to hear it. =)
We should be that inn keeper and keeper of the meaning of this season, but sometimes many times a day we fail.
You have remined us to stop at least daily to think of the things we should be doing-----reading the Upper Room, other devotionals that churches gave out, and the BIBLE
And we should stop every time we pass the manager scene that we have in our homes
perfect, unfortunately it's perfect. you've nailed us. thank you.
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I think it's "I can't say "no" to anybody, ever"'s turn this year.
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