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 SixtyYears                                                           (On Our Anniversary 8/22/24)  by Danny C. Wash                                                                                                                      It’s been sixty years since we said “I do.” That’s lots of years & we’re not through. Many memories we have made of me & you. Teenagers in love not thinking of the years. Not worrying about those coming joys or tears. Soon, a bright shiny baby named Terri did appear. Where did she come from all pretty & wide-eyed. And then we remembered about the how and why. But, when it happened again we thought; oh my, The stork brought two this time instead of just one. Jonathan & Merryl, a double delivery well-done. We said three is enough and we are through. Of course, we were wrong and our family soon grew, a little baby girl named Leandra quickly did appear and we were very pleased and excited to have her here, a place was made for her in h

  The Ancient Mediator                                                                           by Danny C. Wash     The Ancient Mediator is what he’s called. After all these years he still stands tall. Doing his best at resolving cases everyday, The Ancient One lets nothing stand in his way. Don’t want to settle for a million you say. Go stand in the corner and think until you pay. Believe you can win at trial without delay, You may be crying in the courtroom someday. The Old One is the master of doubt & doom for your case. Think what could happen when you stand in disgrace. What is that circling your case, is that an Eagle or an Albatross? Perhaps a jury with a big verdict or is your case out of court to be flung?  The Ancient One’s work is to arouse in your mind fear & doubt. What if the jury decides that the Albatross about my neck is to be hung? Or, how much will I have to pay, if the jury’s verdict is a knockout? And so, the Ancient Mediator having done his work on

 The Search                                                           by Danny C. Wash I climbed a mountain high that took me up into the sky -but I did not find it there. I came down into a valley low to see what I could find below -but I did not find it there. I crossed the desert far following nothing but a star -but I did not find it there. I sailed across a very deep sea searching for what would satisfy me. -but I did not find it there. Where could there be peace of mind, which is what I was seeking to find. All this time that I did seek and roam there was no need to even leave my home,  for the answer was in the Savior’s vineyard. To abide in His vine & receive the reward.

 Life is Hard but God is Good                                                 By Danny C. Wash Life is hard but God is good. The strong wind blows trouble to accomplish what it should; sometimes His acts are not so subtle and they explode our comfortable world with torrential rain smashing at our hope and then the wind comes & away it’s hurled. His acts & ways are beyond our scope, blowing with force as our life is swirled about here and there with seeming chance. God has said that He created the destroyer to ruin, but He also said that He will save us, not test us beyond our limit to endure, and if  we trust Him, and are seeking his will He weaves  all things together for our good. But, how good  does it seem when you are clinging to a board from  your destroyed and sinking ship of life. That’s  when faith is tested to either break or endure to  become much much stronger. Kill me, if You will,  but I will still trust You is what God is waiting to  hear, as you go under for the

 The Bridge of Forgetfulness     by Danny C. Wash                                                                                                                              As I drive my car across the bridge out of my day and into the night, each problem of the day swirls up like  smoke from a smoldering campfire. The iridescent colors of the trees changing  as I pass, calm my troubling thoughts as a  large egret erupts from the trees and lets her  wings lift her upward from the nest. Like  the bird, the problems of my day also begin  flying from my mind, as I leave the bridge  and drive into my other world, and into the  forgetfulness of the evening, until tomorrow  when they sit there waiting for me to come  back across the bridge into my new day.

From “The Gospel of God”                                                         by Watchman Nee What is Christianity? Christianity does not tell the sons of Adam to do good. That is not Christianity. Christianity says that Adam has been crucified and removed and that the Adamic race has been annihilated through the cross of the Lord Jesus. Man in Christ receives a new life and becomes a new race. The law is useless for the new race, for there is no such thing as law in the new race. The law was given by God to the sons of Adam to expose their sins. If one wants to be saved through keeping the law, he has to realize the serious consequence of the phrase keeping the law. Once man keeps the law, he will have righteousness. But this righteousness would be of the flesh. In other words, it would mean that the sons of Adam, that is, the Adamic race, need not die. It would mean that man can please God with his flesh. Perhaps one would argue that he does not mean to keep the whole law, that

Limericks                                                            by Danny C. Wash The Young Lady from France There was a young lady from France who wore a dress and pink underpants when she would spin and twirl and dance and whirl the boys would all fall into a trance Old Age My age is beginning to show because I’m starting to slow my hair is now gray so what more can I say but hello to old age where I go. The Toy Boa t When I was but a young boy I had a small boat for a toy and in my bath with it I would play until it did sink under the water one day and was then no longer there to enjoy. A Dog Named Spot There once was a big dog named Spot who was white with lots of brown dots All the people said how strange does that dog have the mange No, but he does roll in the mud a lot. 

  At My Feet                                                           by Danny C. Wash When he was but a puppy stumbling and jumping around he would follow me everywhere in and around my feet almost tangling into them but as he grew he simply walked behind me no matter where, as if a string connected us, that pulled  him along the path to the bedroom, the kitchen and yes, even the bathroom. Always watching me, seeking approval, a hand patting his head or back constantly looking with the loyalty of a slave whose  only thought was to please and be with me  laying at my feet as if in worship and then  as we grew older together he slowed some  but would still struggle to climb up the stairs  so that he could lay at my feet and sleep and  then there was that night that he came close  and lay down at my feet–  for the last time.

  Jack and Jill Out of Gas                                          by Danny C. Wash Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pale of $4 gasoline but their money it was very lean and down they rolled with nil. Jill said why don’t we ride the bus. Jack headed for the corner to wait and sit on the bench with his mate,  how to get money they did discuss.  Jack asked Jill if she had any more, but in her purse were only pennies four, realizing that money they had none so the riding of the bus was not done. And that’s the sad story of Jack and Jill having no funds which is not so funny and are not able their gas tank to fill until Jack gets his pay and has some money.