Politically Correct Christmas... I mean Holiday

NEWS FLASH - The Politically Correct Police have stormed the country this Christmas… Holiday. Watch out they may invade you town at anytime! If you don’t want to persecute or possibly offend someone else, we advise you at this time to do the following. Please remove all “Christmas” from all your Holiday display. The word has “Christ” in it and to the unbeliever this might upset them. From now on all Christmas items will be replaced with the word “Holiday”. They will be Holiday Cards, Holiday Cookies, Holiday Trees, Holiday Songs, and so on.

Thanksgiving Dinner

It was thanksgiving day and the feast was spread out. The turkey was the finest meat that could be bought, flavored to perfection, juicy and tender and sliced by a pro. The stuffing was made from scratch, and so was the cranberry sauce with fresh berries. The vegetables were fresh and were cooked just enough to make them have a crunch. The salad was made with the best and freshest vegetables, thinly sliced cucumbers, shredded carrots, purple cabbage pieces, homemade crotons, topped off with small cherry tomatoes. The deserts were a works of art. Pumpkin pies made from fresh pumpkins and seasoned with nutmeg and ginger, and perfect spirals of whip cream swirled on top. Berry pies were made from fresh berries and had perfect homemade crust. Some of the best chefs in the area had special prepared the meal and did not hold back on any of their talent for the special occasion.

A Hundredfold

“Social Suicide,” Becky said “That is totally social suicide!” A group of cheerleaders sat in a semicircle around me, eight of them to be exact. It was the week of Cheerleading camp and the coach had sent them.

Count Your Blessing

It had been a rough week; nothing seemed to have gone right. Between frustrations at work, car trouble, every growing pile of bills, mounds of laundry, I was just overwhelmed. My plans for Saturday had all changed and items that needed to be completed still sat untouched. I was glad for Sunday and the normality it brings, and the encouragement I hoped to receive that morning. Yet, the singing didn’t uplift my weary soul, I was too grumpy to let others encourage me, and though the sermon was good but my mind had been too distracted to get the full meaning of it. I left service that morning much like I had come and was more frustrated with myself for not trying to get more out of it. That’s when a scripture came to my mind I Thessalonians 5:18.

A Girl In 'Love'

A Girl in “Love”
October 7, 2008

The following is a conversation between two girls and her thoughts and what it is like to be in “Love.”

An Alter and A Cane

They gathered in by the hundreds, they were in their prime of life. Energy almost seemed to ripple through the crowd, as apostolic young people from several states joined together for a great youth convention. Yet in the mist of all this strength, and power, youth that had more energy then anyone can attempt to put in some energy drink, was something that looked oddly out of place. With guys that stood tall and girls that could walk with grace and easy in heels, was a wheelchair, walker, crutches and other such stuff.

One Man's Story

One Man’s Story
June 23, 2008

Let me tell you a story that I promise is true
It may seem familiar because it not very new
It’s about a man beaten by this World’s awful games
Once a proud and strong man now full of sin and shame

Little bit about me

My name is Jacqueline Suzanne, I'm 24 years old. I'm from Arizona and I love Jesus with all of my heart! He is so good to me!

I don't claim to be a writer. I don't claim to be a poet. I don't claim to write songs. I'm not sure the right way to write a story. I make grammer mistakes. I may not know the correct way to start a story. I would like to call myself a Story Teller but you can't show that online in a blog.