Old Folks Talk

Come all ye fair and tender old folks; take warning how you spend your time. Life is like the leaves in springtime. First life appears; then later it's gone. Oh but, "is there balm in Gilead?" you may ask; What's on the other side of this river of life? Quoth the raven, "nevermore" and furthermore, wise guy, what makes you so special, that you think you're exempt from this fate. . . this. . .cycle of life and death, and this ancient question. . . like, what's on the other side? Well here's the deal. Nobody knows; nobody knows, for sure, how the story ends, y'all. But we do know what the ole book says: "four score and ten" that's about it, and then that's all you need to know. "Oh yeah?" said the ole fellow. "Well I'm going for eighty or ninety" . . . as a newspaper blew through the grass and landed on his old brown shoe. "Good luck with that," came the repost. "It's not about luck, y'all; it's about faith. You gotta believe what Jesus said. He went through the whole damned thing and then lived to tell about it." "You believe that?" "Like I said, you gotta believe it, You gotta have faith." "Ah, whatever; that's an old wives's tale." "You can say whatever you want; that doesn't change anything. Jesus said be ready; for you know not the hour in which I come for you. Believe in His power; that's about all you have to do." "Whateva. Good luck with that." "It's not about luck, bro; it's about faith. Just believe that Jesus survived death itself, and that he has granted that power to you." When the smoky uncertainty of this life wafts up into thin air, what choice do you have? 

The holidays are over. You still got the rest of your life to deal with. I'm serious, y'all, just believe in His power over death; that's the deal; its as simple as that. And for safety's sake, you better not be naughty; but be nice. Smoke