Finishing my Christmas decorating a couple of weeks ago, I pulled out my treasured Nativity set and started to unwrap the figurines, absently listening to my husband and son, Greg, talk. As I unwrapped each piece, I set it on an occasional table holding a small Christmas tree, intending to place them on the mantle when I finished.
"That looks good, Mom," Greg said, and our grandson, Adam, agreed with him. I started to say I was going to move them, but then I realized how pretty they looked under the green branches with beads draped in scallops above them. It lent a touch of royalty to the scene of regal wise men offering their precious gifts to the newborn King, so I decided to leave them there. The tiny white lights reminded me of stars in that holy night sky.
But when it was time to unplug the lights from their extension cord, my hand bumped the tallest wise man, knocking it over onto the table ledge, and off went his head! I found it under an ottoman and hoped it could be glued back on. A couple nights later, another wise man lost his head! This time it was not so easy to re-align the head to the shoulders! After much wasted gluing effort, I put them away with what pieces I could find.
"How are you at gluing?" I asked my grandson next time they were over. He looked a little skeptical, but said he would take the figurines home and work on them. Last night Greg showed me that he had finished one of them. It's back under the tree, the imperfections covered by a mini-scarf around the neck. The other one is still a work in progress. I solved the problem of unplugging the lights by just leaving them on!
This little incident reminded me of people who are broken and sometimes cast aside by the world. But if they meet and accept Jesus, who is not a babe in a manger anymore, but One Who makes whole, they can be restored. Though they may have scars, cracks and imperfections, these are covered by the love of Jesus, just as his blood covers their sins. And what better time to come to Him than at Christmas? The lights are still on! He never unplugs them, for the light of His love shines forever, even for us who are still a work in progress!
Monday, December 19, 2016
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Giving Thanks!
As we were leaving our son's house after a wonderful Thanksgiving family gathering, something on the table caught my eye. Red and shiny, it was the little mask that was part of a cape set I had brought our little grandson, Isaac, just turned three, for his birthday! He had had so much fun wearing it, and exclaiming, "Where my 'gasses'?" when he misplaced it. His family had already left, so I picked the toy up and brought it home to mail to him.
I could see he received it when he showed up sporting it on Facebook yesterday! Then his father sent a video to my phone of Isaac tearing through the house in the red mask. When he saw the FB picture, he had remarked, "Me 'Pider-Man'!"
How we had enjoyed him and the other grandchildren on this trip, especially when we visited the picturesque, historic square of Georgetown, a place that looked like the setting for a Hallmark Christmas movie! Isaac had loved the little old-fashioned toy store with its educational, wooden toys. We could hardly pull him away from a roller-coaster type track where he never tired of placing a marble and watching it roll down the circuitous route.
Our hostess and daughter-in-law, Rhonda, told us of a more modern shopping mall not far from there where an outdoor fireplace was built into the wall of a store complex with rocking chairs out front! That's where Howard spent most of his time with various men-folk of the family, while "us girls" shopped till we dropped!
We were filling time waiting for 5:30 when the lighting of the square was scheduled. Our group was ambling along behind the others toward the courthouse where the festivities would begin. Foot traffic was increasing, and as we drew closer, we saw Mark and Rhonda sitting on a bench, covered up with a patchwork quilt, saving us a place! Did we get smiles and remarks as people passed: "Can we sit with you?" "What a good idea!" "Aw, it's not that cold!"
But it was cold, and at last the ceremony started with Christmas songs. Jolly at first, they were followed by the joyous Christmas hymns, the air filled with the strains of "Silent Night," "Away in a Manger," and others. Then the night world lit up brilliantly as Santa pulled the switch, and every tree, branch and building was outlined in illumination! We carried these memories back on our long trip home to Oklahoma, ready to begin the Christmas season!
I could see he received it when he showed up sporting it on Facebook yesterday! Then his father sent a video to my phone of Isaac tearing through the house in the red mask. When he saw the FB picture, he had remarked, "Me 'Pider-Man'!"
How we had enjoyed him and the other grandchildren on this trip, especially when we visited the picturesque, historic square of Georgetown, a place that looked like the setting for a Hallmark Christmas movie! Isaac had loved the little old-fashioned toy store with its educational, wooden toys. We could hardly pull him away from a roller-coaster type track where he never tired of placing a marble and watching it roll down the circuitous route.
Our hostess and daughter-in-law, Rhonda, told us of a more modern shopping mall not far from there where an outdoor fireplace was built into the wall of a store complex with rocking chairs out front! That's where Howard spent most of his time with various men-folk of the family, while "us girls" shopped till we dropped!
We were filling time waiting for 5:30 when the lighting of the square was scheduled. Our group was ambling along behind the others toward the courthouse where the festivities would begin. Foot traffic was increasing, and as we drew closer, we saw Mark and Rhonda sitting on a bench, covered up with a patchwork quilt, saving us a place! Did we get smiles and remarks as people passed: "Can we sit with you?" "What a good idea!" "Aw, it's not that cold!"
But it was cold, and at last the ceremony started with Christmas songs. Jolly at first, they were followed by the joyous Christmas hymns, the air filled with the strains of "Silent Night," "Away in a Manger," and others. Then the night world lit up brilliantly as Santa pulled the switch, and every tree, branch and building was outlined in illumination! We carried these memories back on our long trip home to Oklahoma, ready to begin the Christmas season!
Christmas Spirit!
Trees are up (small ones), house decorated, most of the mementos have been pulled out and displayed. I have a good start on Christmas. The church Christmas play will be this Sunday, and caroling Sunday night.
We felt in the Christmas spirit last Friday, when Howard and I donned red aprons and rang bells for the Salvation Army. People were bustling in and out of Hobby Lobby, our assigned location, mostly intent on their shopping, but a good many took time to stop, reach in pocket or purse, and place a donation in the kettle.
Exiting the church Sunday, I stopped at the Angel Tree and took a tag with the name of a little boy and his wishes for Christmas. This was a Salvation Army project, also. It took awhile to find the items on the five-year-old's wish list. (We didn't even know what an Emoji pillow was, nor what kind of Ninja he wanted!) And although our 10-year-old granddaughter thrives on something called Minecraft, I didn't even go there!
Confident we knew where the Salvation Army was, we headed there, but checking directions, we realized this was not the drop-off place. Howard turned the car around as we hunted the elusive location that did not seem to match the street address. "There it is!" I exclaimed after we had circled, back-tracked, and was almost ready to give up. The smiling attendant added my bag to the growing mountain of tagged goods that would soon be delivered to needy children for Christmas. Whew! I thought, next time I may just give money!
Still, someone would have to do the leg work, and gifts for some 400 children would take a lot of shopping! Also, hunting and buying gifts ourselves made it seem more personal as we thought about the child who would receive them. Other personal, hands-on, happenings occurred the day of the bell-ringing. Afterwards, we stopped at McDonald's for lunch. Entering, we noticed a bent figure we recognized as the guy who walks all over town every day, digging in trash cans for food or picking up cigarette stubs and smoking them.
While Howard ordered, I went to the ladies room. I almost bumped into a woman in there sitting in a chair, her body shaking and trembling uncontrollably while a younger woman stood nearby. "Is she sick?" I asked, to which they nodded, and her friend said, "She almost passed out!"
"Can I pray for you?" I heard myself say! She looked surprised, but agreeable. Suddenly I felt the strength of the Holy Spirit as I laid hands on her head and said, "Be healed, in Jesus name!" I thanked them and walked out. Howard had just gotten our order, and when I asked him what took so long, he said he had bought lunch for the man outside. Like I said, the personal touch.
We felt in the Christmas spirit last Friday, when Howard and I donned red aprons and rang bells for the Salvation Army. People were bustling in and out of Hobby Lobby, our assigned location, mostly intent on their shopping, but a good many took time to stop, reach in pocket or purse, and place a donation in the kettle.
Exiting the church Sunday, I stopped at the Angel Tree and took a tag with the name of a little boy and his wishes for Christmas. This was a Salvation Army project, also. It took awhile to find the items on the five-year-old's wish list. (We didn't even know what an Emoji pillow was, nor what kind of Ninja he wanted!) And although our 10-year-old granddaughter thrives on something called Minecraft, I didn't even go there!
Confident we knew where the Salvation Army was, we headed there, but checking directions, we realized this was not the drop-off place. Howard turned the car around as we hunted the elusive location that did not seem to match the street address. "There it is!" I exclaimed after we had circled, back-tracked, and was almost ready to give up. The smiling attendant added my bag to the growing mountain of tagged goods that would soon be delivered to needy children for Christmas. Whew! I thought, next time I may just give money!
Still, someone would have to do the leg work, and gifts for some 400 children would take a lot of shopping! Also, hunting and buying gifts ourselves made it seem more personal as we thought about the child who would receive them. Other personal, hands-on, happenings occurred the day of the bell-ringing. Afterwards, we stopped at McDonald's for lunch. Entering, we noticed a bent figure we recognized as the guy who walks all over town every day, digging in trash cans for food or picking up cigarette stubs and smoking them.
While Howard ordered, I went to the ladies room. I almost bumped into a woman in there sitting in a chair, her body shaking and trembling uncontrollably while a younger woman stood nearby. "Is she sick?" I asked, to which they nodded, and her friend said, "She almost passed out!"
"Can I pray for you?" I heard myself say! She looked surprised, but agreeable. Suddenly I felt the strength of the Holy Spirit as I laid hands on her head and said, "Be healed, in Jesus name!" I thanked them and walked out. Howard had just gotten our order, and when I asked him what took so long, he said he had bought lunch for the man outside. Like I said, the personal touch.
Friday, November 4, 2016
Faithful and True
I saw a meme about coffee this morning that made me think of something that happened last Sunday. We were to have a fellowship dinner after church, and I was delivering something to the kitchen while Howard waited in the Sunday School classroom. When I went into the class, I was stunned to see my husband sitting alone in a chair at the back of the room, covered with coffee! He had huge splotches covering the sleeves of his (thankfully, brown) shirt, and stains spreading down his lap and the legs of his (thankfully, brown) pants!
"What happened?" I mouthed in a hoarse whisper, trying not to disturb the teacher who was taking prayer requests. He tried to explain, and I finally understood that he had gotten a cup of coffee, and balancing it as he sat down, he plopped into the chair harder than he had meant to! The coffee splashed into the air and came down on his clothes! I grabbed tissues from my purse and blotted furiously. Remarkably, (or miraculously), by the time church was over and the luncheon began, the stains were indiscernible!
We were eating at Chick-fil-A at a college town recently, noting all the orange shirts people in the considerably large crowd there were wearing. OSU was playing a big game, and there were plenty of loyal supporters. I loved watching the diners, especially the little kids there with their parents. One little boy, little more than a year old, was wearing the requisite orange t-shirt with a large numeral "1" in a white circle on the back of his shirt. The tot was being shepherded along by his dad, when, quick as a wink, the child strolled behind the counter at the feet of the employees! They smilingly stepped around him until his dad scooped him up!
Then I noticed a different shirt on one of the patrons. The slogan on the back read, "Well, I haven't been to Heaven, but I've been to Oklahoma!" I remember meeting a college-age girl on a train once, who exclaimed how she would love to go to Oklahoma. Her eyes sparkled as she talked of wanting to see cowboys and horses in her romanticized view of our state. I was born here and grew up here, but there are other places I like more!
My husband was reminiscing the other day about customers he had when he worked in New Orleans for many years. One day a young woman came in to buy some merchandise, giving him a credit reference to contact, which he did. "Oh, yes! That's my daughter!" the voice on the phone exclaimed, vouching for her trustworthiness. "We are good people," she went on, and spoke fondly of the girl's late father. "We always kept our gate painted!"
Although Oklahoma may not be Heaven, if our sins our blotted out by Jesus, we can be sure we will see that heavenly gate, not painted, but covered in pearl! "And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass." Revelation 21:21.
Horses and riders are not limited to Oklahoma, for the Bible speaks of white horses and armies in heaven in Revelation 19:11-14! And our Heavenly Father has had his angels on duty all of our lives, scooping us up from danger when we may have been unaware, like the baby in the restaurant!
"What happened?" I mouthed in a hoarse whisper, trying not to disturb the teacher who was taking prayer requests. He tried to explain, and I finally understood that he had gotten a cup of coffee, and balancing it as he sat down, he plopped into the chair harder than he had meant to! The coffee splashed into the air and came down on his clothes! I grabbed tissues from my purse and blotted furiously. Remarkably, (or miraculously), by the time church was over and the luncheon began, the stains were indiscernible!
We were eating at Chick-fil-A at a college town recently, noting all the orange shirts people in the considerably large crowd there were wearing. OSU was playing a big game, and there were plenty of loyal supporters. I loved watching the diners, especially the little kids there with their parents. One little boy, little more than a year old, was wearing the requisite orange t-shirt with a large numeral "1" in a white circle on the back of his shirt. The tot was being shepherded along by his dad, when, quick as a wink, the child strolled behind the counter at the feet of the employees! They smilingly stepped around him until his dad scooped him up!
Then I noticed a different shirt on one of the patrons. The slogan on the back read, "Well, I haven't been to Heaven, but I've been to Oklahoma!" I remember meeting a college-age girl on a train once, who exclaimed how she would love to go to Oklahoma. Her eyes sparkled as she talked of wanting to see cowboys and horses in her romanticized view of our state. I was born here and grew up here, but there are other places I like more!
My husband was reminiscing the other day about customers he had when he worked in New Orleans for many years. One day a young woman came in to buy some merchandise, giving him a credit reference to contact, which he did. "Oh, yes! That's my daughter!" the voice on the phone exclaimed, vouching for her trustworthiness. "We are good people," she went on, and spoke fondly of the girl's late father. "We always kept our gate painted!"
Although Oklahoma may not be Heaven, if our sins our blotted out by Jesus, we can be sure we will see that heavenly gate, not painted, but covered in pearl! "And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass." Revelation 21:21.
Horses and riders are not limited to Oklahoma, for the Bible speaks of white horses and armies in heaven in Revelation 19:11-14! And our Heavenly Father has had his angels on duty all of our lives, scooping us up from danger when we may have been unaware, like the baby in the restaurant!
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Egg-Zactly!
Browsing through a farm magazine I had picked up at the farm supply store while accompanying my husband to get feed yesterday, I was drawn to an article on chickens and their egg production. The article addressed the problem of reduced egg laying in winter. It brought to the forefront the common sense truth (although I never thought of it that way) that while people think the purpose of eggs is for the plate, in reality, eggs are about chicks and procreation! So when the days get shorter with less daylight, it is a signal to the hens that winter is coming on and it's not a good time to reproduce!
This innate wisdom, or instinct, we call it, in the animal world is amazing! God put it in all His creatures, the highest of which is man. Sometimes, though, we are convinced man doesn't display the intelligence God gave us!
Feeling worn out and under the weather with a sinus problem, I lay down on the sofa for a rest the other afternoon. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, it was morning! Thinking I was in my bed, I wondered why I had on daytime clothes. I staggered to the door and looked out at the early-morning light, glancing at the clock to see it was six a.m. I found Howard sitting at his desk at the computer and asked what he was doing up so early.
"It's not early, it's late. When will supper be ready?" I heard incongruously! It was 6:00 o'clock in the evening! The sun was going down, not coming up! What a disconcerting feeling! No wonder nothing I could think of sounded good for breakfast! What a relief that I could make good old meat and potatoes that tasted delicious.
In today's world, it may be later than we think. It seems we in the western world have been asleep in our relative comfort and security. But now we are beginning to wake up. Winter is coming on. Many are buying up disaster food in case of shortages. Even as we call out to God for His mercy on our nation, we know that someday morning will come. Let's be ready when we hear the call, "And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him." Matthew 25:6.
This innate wisdom, or instinct, we call it, in the animal world is amazing! God put it in all His creatures, the highest of which is man. Sometimes, though, we are convinced man doesn't display the intelligence God gave us!
Feeling worn out and under the weather with a sinus problem, I lay down on the sofa for a rest the other afternoon. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, it was morning! Thinking I was in my bed, I wondered why I had on daytime clothes. I staggered to the door and looked out at the early-morning light, glancing at the clock to see it was six a.m. I found Howard sitting at his desk at the computer and asked what he was doing up so early.
"It's not early, it's late. When will supper be ready?" I heard incongruously! It was 6:00 o'clock in the evening! The sun was going down, not coming up! What a disconcerting feeling! No wonder nothing I could think of sounded good for breakfast! What a relief that I could make good old meat and potatoes that tasted delicious.
In today's world, it may be later than we think. It seems we in the western world have been asleep in our relative comfort and security. But now we are beginning to wake up. Winter is coming on. Many are buying up disaster food in case of shortages. Even as we call out to God for His mercy on our nation, we know that someday morning will come. Let's be ready when we hear the call, "And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him." Matthew 25:6.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Crazy Daze!
Crazy day! We knew we had several things to do, but foremost was getting a tire replaced. "Go ahead and do that, and I will get ready while you're gone," I suggested. When Howard came back, it was almost time for lunch, so we thought we would stop for a bite before his doctor visit for a prescription refill.
Since I was in the mood for a baked potato, we headed to Wendy's. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a vehicle blocking their driveway and the restaurant dark and empty! They were closed! Who knows what happened? Nothing else appealed to me, but we set out for McDonald's anyway. I placed our order and went to get iced tea. That's strange, I thought. Where is the tea? Then I saw the containers shoved back and the spouts turned away. No tea! What else could happen?
"Why is there no tea?" I asked a server, who said, "We are out! We are waiting on a truck!"
"You mean you couldn't just go to Walmart and buy some tea?" I asked, then he replied saying, "No, because that wouldn't be McDonald's tea!" "Well, better that than nothing," I responded, which made him laugh, "I know, right?"
When I brought our burgers and soft drinks to the table, Howard said, "I wish I had gotten coffee," to which I replied, "I thought of that, but I knew you would rather have it with an apple pie." I would order the pie later so it and the coffee would be hot.
The girl gave me the coffee, and I said, "Could we have the pies now, too?" She looked and said they would take 10 minutes to bake. Howard's coffee was getting lukewarm. After awhile, I went back to check on them, and a worker said they didn't have any! I had already paid!
I heard her tell another customer waiting on pies that it would take 15 minutes to bake them. Finally Howard went to find out about them, and I could see the other pie customer there too. At last my husband came back with two apple pies saying, "They were ready, but they gave our pies to another man!" They were HOT, even if the coffee was cold!
After the doctor visit, we headed for the farm to feed the animals, since Howard is able to do that now. Our grandson had filled in for us while we were away. I got a scoop of cat food for the barn cats and started to pour it in the customary place, but there was plenty of food already there! Howard told me to feed the chickens while he checked their water. What's this? Chicken feed was already on the ground!
We were beginning to suspect that Adam had fed them before going to school, but I filled a bucket of corn for the pigs and goats, only to see from a distance they had some already! We started home, glad for the new tire, a replacement for a new one we had bought Friday which had left us stranded with a blow-out on the road Saturday! At least I got some eggs from the nest and tomatoes from the vine. All's well that ends well, and I hope that's the last of our crazy days!
Since I was in the mood for a baked potato, we headed to Wendy's. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a vehicle blocking their driveway and the restaurant dark and empty! They were closed! Who knows what happened? Nothing else appealed to me, but we set out for McDonald's anyway. I placed our order and went to get iced tea. That's strange, I thought. Where is the tea? Then I saw the containers shoved back and the spouts turned away. No tea! What else could happen?
"Why is there no tea?" I asked a server, who said, "We are out! We are waiting on a truck!"
"You mean you couldn't just go to Walmart and buy some tea?" I asked, then he replied saying, "No, because that wouldn't be McDonald's tea!" "Well, better that than nothing," I responded, which made him laugh, "I know, right?"
When I brought our burgers and soft drinks to the table, Howard said, "I wish I had gotten coffee," to which I replied, "I thought of that, but I knew you would rather have it with an apple pie." I would order the pie later so it and the coffee would be hot.
The girl gave me the coffee, and I said, "Could we have the pies now, too?" She looked and said they would take 10 minutes to bake. Howard's coffee was getting lukewarm. After awhile, I went back to check on them, and a worker said they didn't have any! I had already paid!
I heard her tell another customer waiting on pies that it would take 15 minutes to bake them. Finally Howard went to find out about them, and I could see the other pie customer there too. At last my husband came back with two apple pies saying, "They were ready, but they gave our pies to another man!" They were HOT, even if the coffee was cold!
After the doctor visit, we headed for the farm to feed the animals, since Howard is able to do that now. Our grandson had filled in for us while we were away. I got a scoop of cat food for the barn cats and started to pour it in the customary place, but there was plenty of food already there! Howard told me to feed the chickens while he checked their water. What's this? Chicken feed was already on the ground!
We were beginning to suspect that Adam had fed them before going to school, but I filled a bucket of corn for the pigs and goats, only to see from a distance they had some already! We started home, glad for the new tire, a replacement for a new one we had bought Friday which had left us stranded with a blow-out on the road Saturday! At least I got some eggs from the nest and tomatoes from the vine. All's well that ends well, and I hope that's the last of our crazy days!
Monday, October 17, 2016
Hee-Haw!
You learn something new every day! I did not know that donkeys have the marking of a cross on their backs until I read a reference to it in a Guidepost article. Apparently, legend has it that they are marked with a cross because their ancestors served the Lord: A donkey carried Mary to Bethlehem, and later to Egypt to preserve the Christ Child's life. Jesus rode a donkey in his triumphal entry into Jerusalem.
The cross may not be the same on every donkey, but it is usually a dark streak down their back crossed by another dark streak across the shoulders. How interesting! God in His infinite wisdom and divine creativity has filled the world with strange, beautiful and intriguing creatures.
Today as I headed to deposit our trash in the alley for pick-up, crossing the backyard I noticed flattened, deflated, web-like objects lying on the ground. I recognized them as the web-worm nests that have decorated some of the trees lately. I guess they have their purpose in providing protection for the worms hatched there, who must have a purpose. The strong winds of the past few days have done the job of stripping most of the leaves from some of the trees, while others hang on tenaciously, hopefully to deliver autumn colors soon.
Object lessons sometimes occur to me from ordinary, everyday things, like the worm webs. Like sin, the webs may be attractive to some at first, but in the end, when the damage to the trees has been done, they are ugly, empty things, fit for nothing but the gutter. The wind has swept them away, just as the wind of the Holy Spirit sweeps through our souls, leaving us with refreshing, invigorating life and new energies and purpose!
There is yet another way God used a donkey to serve Him for His purpose. The story of Balaam and the donkey is told in Numbers 22:21-33. This is the account of the donkey that talked! Three times the donkey saved the pagan prophet Balaam from an angel's sword. The donkey saw the angel with a drawn sword and stubbornly refused to go on, even though his master beat him. The next time he saw the angel on the path, he pressed against the wall, injuring Balaam's foot. Finally, the donkey lies down in the path and asks why he was beaten three times. God had a lesson for Balaam to learn, and He used a donkey to get through to him!
Next time I see a donkey, I'm going to look for the mark of a cross on his back!
The cross may not be the same on every donkey, but it is usually a dark streak down their back crossed by another dark streak across the shoulders. How interesting! God in His infinite wisdom and divine creativity has filled the world with strange, beautiful and intriguing creatures.
Today as I headed to deposit our trash in the alley for pick-up, crossing the backyard I noticed flattened, deflated, web-like objects lying on the ground. I recognized them as the web-worm nests that have decorated some of the trees lately. I guess they have their purpose in providing protection for the worms hatched there, who must have a purpose. The strong winds of the past few days have done the job of stripping most of the leaves from some of the trees, while others hang on tenaciously, hopefully to deliver autumn colors soon.
Object lessons sometimes occur to me from ordinary, everyday things, like the worm webs. Like sin, the webs may be attractive to some at first, but in the end, when the damage to the trees has been done, they are ugly, empty things, fit for nothing but the gutter. The wind has swept them away, just as the wind of the Holy Spirit sweeps through our souls, leaving us with refreshing, invigorating life and new energies and purpose!
There is yet another way God used a donkey to serve Him for His purpose. The story of Balaam and the donkey is told in Numbers 22:21-33. This is the account of the donkey that talked! Three times the donkey saved the pagan prophet Balaam from an angel's sword. The donkey saw the angel with a drawn sword and stubbornly refused to go on, even though his master beat him. The next time he saw the angel on the path, he pressed against the wall, injuring Balaam's foot. Finally, the donkey lies down in the path and asks why he was beaten three times. God had a lesson for Balaam to learn, and He used a donkey to get through to him!
Next time I see a donkey, I'm going to look for the mark of a cross on his back!
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