It's getting late in the evening and John and Jane are not home. I pace the
floor up and down, and made calls to their friends, only to hear they were not
there. I walked around the neighborhood to find noone has seen them. Where's
your children tonight? I heard the ambulance racing down the highway and my
heart begins to throb, Lord, don't let it be my children. I sat patient on the
couch waiting for the phone to ring telling me that there has been an accident,
and to go to the hospital. Then I heard the siren going off, blue lights and
flashing cars pulling up in my yard, and an officer walking up to my door. I
heard the knock on my door then the voices saying that this is the police, open
up. I just froze, and that door seemed to be miles from me. Finally, I made it
to the door; yes officers, I notice two children in the back seat of the patrol
car, the officers asked, are these your children? I said yes and oh my God. This
time it was only curfew, but it could have been worse. So know where your
children are all the time, so when you say my child didn't do the crime, you can
say it with conviction, because your child is accountable for where is your
Born Again Christian
I walk like a fig tree and bear all apples and I still claim to know God. I say
I am a born again Christian, yet I blaspheme against the name of my pastor, and
I scandalize the name of my neighbors. If I cross the street to avoid a
neighbor, If I seduce my neighbors husband,if I submit unto my neighbors wife,
then what kind of born again Christian do I claim to be. If I still have the
same bad attitude against others, if I am still doing the same things as before,
I better check myself because if I am still climbing back in the same rut, I
need to go to the closet and talk to God again and see where I have gone wrong.
If I can't show neighborly love, if I can't forgive, if I fail to communicate
with those I offend, if I fail to follow his commandments if I can't give God
some time to listen to his chosen prophet or messenger, how can I claim to be a
born again Christian. If I cannot minister to the widows and fatherless
children, if I cannot help those in need, how can I call myself a born again
Christian. I say I have religion, well anyone can have a belief in something or
somebody, but I am filled with the Holy Spirit, washed in the blood, and
accepted God as my personal savior, if so, then I am a born again Christian.
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About the Book
These books contain poems and short stories of inspiration and a little non-fictional humor. These poems were written for comfort, awareness, and trying to cope with the realization of the every day events that will or have affected us directly or indirectly. Things that all readers can relate to.
About the Author
I am 54 years old, mother of 5 wonderful children, married to Wesley Rice, and a grandmother of 13.
I was a Bell South employee for 27 years, a CWA member, protestant, Union Leader, and neighborhood leader.