Maryann Austin

When Dr. Phil posted this as his status, a few people had negative things to say about it.  I will not repeat them.  It would be the same as giving glory to the gunman.  I found this short poem comforting and I think it is worth sharing. Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate. their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say. they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day. "where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mous e. "this is heaven." declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house." when what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. then He opened His arms and He called them by name. and in th

My mother and father bought their first house on a handshake.  They were a young couple, in their twenties, and they seemed upstanding enough.  So two men shook hands, and a couple had their first home.  Both parties met their obligations and no one wound up ripped off, homeless, or securing a lawyer. Wow.  And this brings me to my subject.  What is happening to the world?  A few weeks ago my husband and I were at Kmart.  We had to pick up one of those inflatable beds for Thanksgiving company.  As we were leaving the parking lot, the car stopped near a lone form sitting on the curb in the middle of the cold lot.  It was a man, probably in his twenties, crouching and huddling to stay warm.  His hat was pulled down far enough, and his head hung low enough, that it was difficult to see his face--and it seemed he preferred it that way. As Bill approached him, he looked up.  His expression was, at the same time, conveying both hopelessness and what now ?  My husband is a kind man.