The Pastors Pen……..
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
I am fully convinced that we Fundamental Baptist do not laugh enough. I was in a meeting and they honored all the men who had been preaching for over 30 years. That was the most sad looking bunch of people I had seen in a long time. If looking mad and grumpy means we have succeeded, I’m wondering at what we have prevailed. I don’t want the pressures of the ministry or life to rob me of the smile on my face or the happiness in my heart. We have truly been blessed. Don’t forget it…… I’m adding a little something for you to laugh at. The person it was written about is me. So feel free to laugh a little…..or a lot.
I’m Wearing Out
My feet hurt and my ankles are sore, my knees won’t bend but hold on there’s more.
My thighs are bigger than I’ve ever seen, stretch marks on my legs look like rivers and streams.
My waist is bigger than the year before, I can’t see my feet down on the floor.
Then there’s my stomach oh what a sight, it pulls my back out as I sleep in the night.
My hands are hurting and my shoulders in pain, I always expect it when the forecast gives rain.
My neck is stiff and my head is sore, my eyes are worse I can’t see any more.
Then there are my ears my last final fear, I’m now reading lips because I can’t hear.
Time is taking a real toll you see, the man in the mirror is almost a stranger to me.
But there’s coming a day on Heavens bright shore, no tired worn out bodies up there anymore.
Stacy Pearcy
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