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Fairy Godmothers unite,

Treat those children right…

Don’t replace dreams

With crooked schemes,

Work for the children’s delight.

Remember your positive power

Is made for this very hour…

The depend

On you as a friend

To help them find blessings showered!

–Jonathan Caswell




“H.R.” put out a big bowl

And no one had to extol…

To take a bite,

The season is right

Just keep it under control!

The bowl is filled twice each day,

Sure hope when the kids display…

Their costuming feats

There are treats

Left for them to take away!

THIS YEAR…I’ll anticipate

And better regulate….

My sugar intake

For family’s sake,

And not overextrapolate.


–Jonathan Caswell


THE FATHER CHANGED ME, by Catherine Findlay

  • by Catherine Findlay on Tuesday, 12 February 2013 at 15:06 · From the inside out You’ve changed me Remoulded and remade me Taken me from this sick world Given me riches untold The blessings of Your Love and Grace The joy to seek Your face Nothing can take that away Through turmoil and sadness Your Love is here to stay The blessings of my children A marriage renewed A family life restored All because of You I do not need riches of monetary wealth Just my happy family and good health For all I need You have and will provide Bless You Father for always being by my side




It is said that in China,

They’ve run out of family names….

With so many people born there

They can’t be all the same.

They ran out several years ago

And population keeps growing…

They’ll have to solve it anyhow,

More baby names bestowing!

Our Mom and Dad picked for us Biblical names,

All from the same root word…

My Dad’s name, John, Nathan and Jonathan,

We two brothers are so served.

My brother , Nathan, is inclined

To carry on the family line…

While “little” me

No children will see,

Were desired but not designed!


–Jonathan Caswell




In the midst of an old man’s fantasy

About a young girl he adored…

He realized, woe is me,

What if her innocence were ignored?

An elder or a younger man,

With evil on the mind…

Could take her as a mere trophy

Then cast the wreckage behind!

He began to pray unto his Lord

Sincere and fervently…

To keep his adored from such pain,

At least ’til maturity.

Too many young ones taken

By evil men for lust,

Are broken down and lose their souls…

Betrayed by unknowing trust.

The innocence of childhood

In a body that looks adult…

Still needs to be protected,

Not cheated by craft and guilt.

He enjoyed the innocent laughter

That the young woman produced…

Ashamed of his own thoughts after,

How he wished she was ne’er seduced

To give up what and whom she was,

For a single time of loss…

Until the time she could willingly

Love a man who was worth the cost!

He had no daughters, neither sons,

But he felt a burden true…

Praying to protect the innocent ones

Including perhaps you, too.

–Jonathan Caswell



His wife found an album she said,
Of his memories instead…
And an old girlfriend,
She would not pretend
That she was jealous of relationships dead.

The girl—his old fiancee—
The one who did get away…
She looked really fine
Back at that time,
But she’s not the same today!

His memories started to flow,
Glad she married the other “joe”…
Three kids she had,
That wasn’t so bad,
With him, the answer would’ve been “No”.

He remembered without despair
The friendship was never there…
But they enjoyed
A love that buoyed
Them for the time it was there.

Perhaps God really is wise
In ways that escape our eyes…
His only wife
The love of his life,
And she with him—no surprise.

—Jonathan Caswell




 This was too good not to share.  MERRY CHRISTMAS!

My husband and I had been happily married, (most of the time), for five years but hadn’t been blessed with a baby.

I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a  child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide.

God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.

The next year God blessed us with another son.

The following year, He blessed us with yet another son.

The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.

My husband thought we’d been blessed right into poverty.
We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old.

I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it, as a minister once told me, “If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella.”

I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs.

I was off to a good start.  God had entrusted me with four children and I didn’t want
to disappoint Him.

I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for the baby chicks.

I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.

When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.

In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.

While I couldn’t keep my promise to be a perfect mother…
I didn’t even come close…
I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God…

I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to “wash up” Jesus, too.

Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his “last wife.”

My proudest moment came during the children’s Christmas pageant.

My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man.
This was their moment to shine.

My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, “We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.”

But he was nervous and said, “The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes.”

My four-year-old “Mary” said, “That’s not ‘wrinkled clothes,’ silly.  That’s dirty, rotten clothes.”

A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing.

I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, “Mama-mama.”

Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived.

My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, “We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur.”

The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation.

“I’ve never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,” laughed the pastor,
wiping tears from his eyes “For the rest of my life, I’ll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur.”

“My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing,” I said as I dug
through my purse for a couple of aspirin.

 Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
He had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.
He had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
He had no army, yet kings feared Him.
He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.

Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves us.

Believe in God and in Jesus Christ His Son.


Have a Great and Blessed Day!
Let your spirit shine…


Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA16 December 2012, 6:38 pm http://olbroad.com/2012/12/16/written-by-cameo-smith-mt-wolf-pa/jesus-the-children/
twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“come now my children, let me show you around.”
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”





A cultural battle ensued

When some folks no longer viewed…

Western Christianity

As the culture to be,

With Constantine’s influence imbued.

At the time of the burning Yule Log,

Pagan Druids were billed as top dog…

While Rome had all sorts

Of divine cohorts,

With many festivals looming out of the fog.

Why shouldn’t we give this “holiday” back to them,

It could not be called Christmas, then…

Some fertility rite

With debauchery all night,

If it would get rid of the anti-Christian phlegm.

But of course, that will never be,

Judging from past history…

The enemies of Christ

And the Jews, have their lights

To destroy things that they cannot see.

If someone can’t hoodwink a believer,

The next step is to openly deceive her…

Get the children to see

All things should be “P.C.”,

And pagans will convince more receivers.

Why should we follow a pagan emperor, anyway,

Emperor Constantine’s baptism was his dying day….

His Momma by her lights

Appointed tourist sites,

In The Holy Land that could help the Church pay.

Since December is for fertility,

True Christians have th’ability…

To chose a Day worth

His actual Birth,

To worship Him in humility.

I don’t suppose things will ever change,

Like the carols say, the world is still in chains…

The best we Believers can do

Is to stick with Whom is true,

And suffer for our allegiance to His Name.


–an opinion, based upon history, by Jonathan Caswell