The Importance of Time With Our Children  

FCM spending time with children

A young girl has passed away and is in Heaven.  She has asked to return to earth for one day – her 12th birthday.  Her wish is granted.  Imagine you are standing with her during her visit.

She stands in the middle of those she loves — her mother stands in one corner, her father in another corner, her brother in a third corner, and her teacher in the fourth corner.

She goes to her mother and is beaming. She asks her mother to spend time with her.  Her mother replies, “Can’t you see I am busy? I am busy with the preparations for your birthday party. Please leave me alone or there won’t be any birthday cake for your party.”

She then goes to her father.  “Will you spend some time with me?” she asks.  Her father replies, “Can’t you see how busy I am?  I have bills to sort and much to do.  There will be no money for your party if you don’t leave me alone.”

The little girl then looks to her teacher.  “Will you spend some time with my on my birthday?” she asks.  But the teacher says, “I have many students.  I have a 1 p.m. class that I must prepare for.  I don’t have time to spend with you.”

The little girl is crushed.  She goes to her brother.  She feels that he will at least have time for her.  But he has many friends and baseball to play.  He tells her, “If you don’t leave me alone, I won’t come to your party.”

She goes to her mother once more.  And, again her mom is too busy to bother with her.  She is now is heartsick and crushed.

It is her biggest day and everyone is too busy preparing for it to spend any time with her.  Her last words are, “please take me away from this place. Everyone is preparing for the future but no one sees my needs of today.  Please take me away.”   She then goes back to Heaven.

My prayer is that our children not ever say what she did.  May we in education and with our families remember to make time for and with our children.  May we this year and in the decade that lies ahead do things differently than the people in this story.

May we realize and meet the needs that are asked of us.  This is a real challenge but together with God directing the family, we can achieve His original desire.

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Don’t Change History

SHALL WE HIRE A MONUMENT ENGRAVER TO GO TO ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY AND ADD THE MISSING WORDS?

THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM AN APPALLED OBSERVER:

Today I went to visit the new World War II Memorial in Washington , DC . I got an unexpected history lesson. Because I’m a baby boomer, I was one of the youngest in the crowd. Most were the age of my parents, Veterans of ‘the greatest war,’ with their families. It was a beautiful day, and people were smiling and happy to be there. Hundreds of us milled around the memorial, reading the inspiring words of Eisenhower and Truman that are engraved there.

On the Pacific side of the memorial, a group of us gathered to read the words President Roosevelt used to announce the attack on Pearl Harbor:

‘Yesterday, December 7, 1941–a date which will live in infamy–the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked.’

One elderly woman read the words aloud:

‘With confidence in our armed forces, with the abounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph.’

But as she read, she was suddenly turned angry. ‘Wait a minute,’ she said, ‘they left out the end of the quote. They left out the most important part. Roosevelt ended the message with ‘so help us God.’

Her husband said, ‘You are probably right. We’re not supposed to say things like that now.’

‘I know I’m right,’ she insisted. ‘I remember the speech.’ The two looked dismayed, shook their heads sadly and walked away.

Listening to their conversation, I thought to myself, ‘Well, it has been over 50 years; she’s probably forgotten.’

But she had not forgotten. She was right..

I went home and pulled out the book my book club is reading — ‘Flags of Our Fathers’ by James Bradley It’s all about the battle at Iwo Jima .

I haven’t gotten too far in the book. It’s tough to read because it’s a graphic description of the WWII battles in the Pacific.

But right there it was on page 58. Roosevelt ‘s speech to the nation ends in ‘so help us God.’

The people who edited out that part of the speech when they engraved it on the memorial could have fooled me. I was born after the war! But they couldn’t fool the people who were there. Roosevelt ‘s words are engraved on their hearts.

Now I ask: ‘WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT TO CHANGE THE WORDS OF HISTORY?’

Send this around to your friends. People need to know before everyone forgets.

People today are trying to change the history of America by leaving God out of it, but the truth is, God has been a part of this nation, since the beginning. He still wants to be… and He always will be!

If you agree, pass this on and God bless you!

We ought to obey God rather than men

“We ought to obey God rather than men.”

This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game at Roane County High School, Kingston, Tennessee by school Principal Jody McLoud, on September 1, 2000.

“It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games to say a prayer and play the National Anthem to honor God and Country. Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law.

“As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it an alternate lifestyle, and if someone is offended, that’s OK. I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity by dispensing condoms and calling it safe sex. If someone is offended, that’s OK. I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an unborn baby as a viable means of birth control. If someone is offended, no problem. I can designate a school day as earth day and involve students in activities to religiously worship and praise the goddess, mother earth, and call it ecology. I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that depict people with strong, traditional, Christian convictions as simple minded and ignorant and call it enlightenment. However, if anyone uses this facility to honor God and ask Him to bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, Federal Case Law is violated.

“This appears to be at best, inconsistent and at worst, diabolical. Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone except God and His Commandments. Nevertheless, as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do otherwise would be at best, inconsistent and at worst, hypocritical. I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression. For this reason, I shall, “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s,” and refrain from praying at this time.

“However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank God, and ask Him in the name of Jesus to bless this event, please feel free to do so. As far as I know, that’s not against the law—-yet.”

“We ought to obey God rather than men.” Acts 5:29

Encouragement for Homeschool Moms

from Patti Love Johnson

O.K. You began homeschooling with shaky knees, much prayer, and tentative high hopes about being able to do more and go farther in the educational and character development of your child than the current educational alternatives.

The first thing you noticed was you actually enjoyed your children when you planned time to focus on them. They are pretty neat little people. In fact, you almost feel sorry for those who have not yet discovered that full time Christ directed motherhood is THE MOST REWARDING career you could possibly dedicate your life to. Your children tell you you’re the best teacher/Mommy in the world. You glowl Your little one is actually beginning to sound out words. Hey, this is really working! It all feels so right, so “in the will of the Father.” You are warm and fuzzy all over.

Then it happens.

They wake up grumpy. You wake up grumpy. Not one morning, but all week long. They are falling behind on their work and YOU are the one feeling all the pressure. They tell you ALL their friends get to go to public school. They inform you that they have decided they HATE school. They yell at one another and then in a moment of unguarded frustration, they yell at you. You, in all your godly self-control (not!) yell back. This is NOT how it was supposed to be. You begin to wonder if a stranger would do a better job teaching your child than you are. You wake up too tired for your own quiet time and feel like there is no longer time for Bible and devotion with your children when they are struggling to finish all the other ”mandatory stuff”.

You feel your focus slipping and your enthusiasm waning as you have missed your spiritual nourishment recently. You don’t understand the math teacher’s guide so how can you possibly explain it to your child. You wonder what you were thinking when you thought God wanted you to do this in the first place. You must have misunderstood! You really would like some time to yourself without all the little people in tow. You look in the mirror and realize you haven’t had your hair done, nails done, or even your makeup done the way you used to in far too long. Your friends are all meeting for lunch and shopping and you are on your fourth straight day of Peanut butter, jelly and flash card drills. You pour your heart out to your husband: your doubts, frustrations, concerns, guilt, and trepidation only to have him look at you and say, “I have noticed you have been looking kind of frazzled lately. By the way, since you are home all day with all of this time on your hands, couldn’t you find time to run the vacuum a little more often?” You decide that perhaps he is not going to be the source of encouragement and strength you had hoped for. (My apologies to all the “sensitive” husbands out there, This case in point is a compilation of the experiences of many women, so please, hear me out?) You are beginning to feel like a mix between a martyr, a grump and a frumpy housewife, The Mom-child mix is suddenly clashing rather than meshing.

This homeschool ship is sinking fast and you aren’t even sure if you want to bail the water and try to stay afloat. You are now having warm, fuzzy childhood memories of your childhood school experience. “It can’t be all that bad,” you tell yourself, “I turned out all right.” If you ever felt this way, I applaud you for hanging in there (I assume you hung in there since you are in this service!) If you have never felt this way before, trust me, you will. It is only a matter of time. If you are currently in the boat I referred to a moment ago and the water is pouring in. grab your life jacket throw the oars overboard, hoist the sail and read on.

I have been there, friend. I started home schooling for lots of wonderful, lofty reasons. It did not take very long for my resolve to begin to crumble. I looked around and began to notice all the little leaks in my vessel and they seemed to be getting bigger. At first, I desperately tried to plug all the leaks, but my effort was useless.

Then came the day I threw my hands up, began to sob as I felt the full weight of my failure, and confessed all my frustrations to my God. “I am a failure. I cannot do it, Lord!” Then my sweet, sweet Savior came to me and said, “You are right. You cannot do it. Not in your own power I put you on this boat not so that you could teach your children, but so I could teach you. Your children will never grow in wisdom and knowledge until you do. They will learn and blossom as they see you daily depend on Me. You see, all wisdom, knowledge and virtue comes from Me, not from a text book. And the only way you can possibly hope to train your children is in the same manner I taught people when I walked among them, by LIVING the example.

“My sweet child, I know that this is more than you bargained for. You thought you would be able to find all the answers and explanations in some text book or answer key. You thought your children would be so impressed with (or at least appreciative of, cooperative with) all that you planned and prepared for them. The truth is they will only care when they see how very much you care. Not by your elaborate lesson plans or in-depth knowledge on every subject, but by your moment by moment dependence on Me. If you try to convince your child that you have all the answers, your dishonesty will be quickly discovered. So what is my plan for your homeschool for the godly instruction of the precious children I have entrusted to your care? It is that you be where you are right now. Standing at the crossroads of failure and success, realizing that you can do nothing. Because at this point, you can now make the choice. will you choose to allow ME to teach your child through you? Are you willing to admit you don’t have all the answers, apologize when you “blow it” and more than anything else, point that child to where the answers can be found – in Me? I have given you the best text book of all, my LIVING WORD! And the whole world is the classroom I have prepared for you and your child. You cannot teach your child, but I can leach both of you. Not just the education that the world values so highly, but also the priceless wisdom of my Father.”

As I sat with tears streaming down my face, I realized for the first time that we did not bring my children home to “school them”. Rather, my loving heavenly Father had brought our whole family together so that He could teach us all. And on that day, I threw my oars overboard (for they were what I kept using to try to turn the boat on my own power). And I hoisted the sail and sat back and allowed God to turn the boat in the direction He would send it. And from that day forward, I have seen a new attitude in all of us. And whenever things seem to be getting rough on our little boat, I check myself first. It is often because I am trying to “tell the children” rather than “asking my Father”. From time to time my children try to rock the boat, but if I am relying on Him, I can redirect and correct with quiet confidence rather than near hysterical frustration. And my children respect and respond to godly correction. They are certainly able to discern when I am correcting and training from His word rather than my own frustration.

How about you, my friend? Are you feeling frazzled, burned out, stressed, or ineffective? If you are, consider making tomorrow a teacher’s work day (they have those in every school) and give yourself a time of prayerful renewal and direction. When we seek Him first, He has promised to add the rest. If you are not currently struggling, PRAISE GODI You may want to save this message for the day you need it or pass it along to a friend who needs a verbal hug.

However we choose to educate our children, we must always be mindful that we as parents are the ones who will stand accountable before the Lord for what they were taught, and what they weren’t. May that day find us faithful.

Because He first loved me,

Patti Love Johnson copyright 10-98


Under His Wing…

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God’s wings…

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess their inferno’s damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother’s wings.

The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.

When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live…

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his

wings you will find refuge;…….” (Psalm 91:4)

Being loved this much should make a difference in your life. Remember The One who loves you, and then be different because of it.

This is an incredible story….God is soooooo awesome!! He loves us so much and shows us in so many ways. I am constantly amazed at how the Lord provides for my family…. how He protects us from those who wish to harm us….and what He reveals to me in His Word during our quiet times. I read the entire passage of Psalm 91…Wow….1 have been so concerned about all the terrible things going on all over the world and God knew what I needed to read to give me that “peace”….How could I have forgotten?…..that same “peace” that He knew all of us military wives (and our men) needed during Desert storm…….

  • “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress; My God,in Him I will trust. Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler And from the perilous pestilence, He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand; but it shall

    not come near you. Only with your eyes shall you look, and see the reward of the wicked. Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place, no evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; for He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, the young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him.”

    I’m sorry this was so long……maybe someone else needed to hear what I needed to hear.

    Blessings to you and yours,
    Lisa Short, Wife to David, Mama to Francis (13), Brian (11), & Jonathon (7 mo.), 2nd Mama to my sister’s quiver

    **Let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God**


  • St. Paul’s Letter to the Corinthians Paraphrased

    Though I teach in ways that are pleasing to the administrators, but do not have love for the children, I am no better than a foghorn or a loud speaker.

    And though I am proficient in the science of pedagogy, and hold certificates in all advanced degrees, but do not love my pupils, all of my degrees are worthless.

    And even though I have studied child psychology and know all about the “Id” and about environmental conditions of the day, yet if I do not actively love my children, it profits very little.

    Love makes a teacher and an administrator have infinite patience – love searches every avenue, during class or in my own time, to be helpful to a backward child!

    Love does not try to manipulate children – does not talk down to them, nor try to turn them into fan clubs who will idolize their teacher, their school, their “perfect” system.

    Love does not insist that every child progress at a uniform speed, pleasing to the teacher; and love makes allowances for individual endowments and differences.

    Love has good manners, and respects even a child as a slow person in the sight of God and of man.

    Love is not touchy or temperamental; does not take out the frustration of home on children in class.

    Love teaches children to be forgiving by showing that we as teachers and administrators do not hold grudges against them.

    Love does not point out or ridicules the slow-learners but rejoices exceedingly when they make progress.

    Love knows no limit to its patience, no end to its hope, and no fading of its encouragement.

    It is, in fact, the one quality that denotes a Real teacher, a real administrator, a real parent and a real person.”

    Spiritual Olympics – Olympic Christians

    by Dr. Carl Selzer

    Philippians 3:12-14

    1. Their mindset is to win no matter what obstacles come before them. They don’t always win every race and sometimes fail badly.
    2. They are people of courage.
    3. They enjoy what they are doing, and others know it.
    4. They sometimes have great struggles and challenges in their lives.
    5. They don’t give up.
    6. They are goal oriented.
    7. They are not victims, but overcomers. (The stumbling blocks become stepping stones.)
    8. They don’t make excuses, but try harder the next time to correct their mistake.
    9. They practice over and over. “You will never be able to…understand the deeper things of God’s Word until you learn right from wrong by practicing doing right.” Hebrews 5:14
    10. They refine their skills.
    11. They do their very best.
    12. They go forth no matter what the circumstances. (Spiritual rain and storms.)
    13. They are not distracted from their tasks. No matter what others are going around them, they are focused on the goal set before them.
    14. When they retire from the front lines, they train others to become their best.
    15. They are encouragers.
    16. They have great empathy, but show tough love.
    17. They don’t let their students give up in adversity.
    18. They are always looking for ways to improve their own skills,and help others improve upon theirs.

    Dr. Carl Selzer, a consultant of Cuisenaire/Dale Seymour and President of Learning Materials, Inc., has been a very dear, supportive friend of mine for years. He has authored or co-authored over 50 math books. Belonging to many state and national councils of teachers of mathematics and educational publishers, he has earned many distinguished awards. Dr. Seltzer is a well-known speaker at local, regional, state and national conferences. I feel that homeschoolers could benefit greatly from the advice and teaching that he so graciously has agreed to give in writing a series of mathematical articles for our paper. Thank you, Carl.


    Psychology Redefines Religion

    In the spiritually challenging decades between the two world wars, World War I and World War II, psychiatry and psychology grew by leaps and bounds.

    It was an era when fear and pessimism had engulfed the globe. An era when poison could masquerade as medicine.

    John Dewey, an adherent of psychologist Wilhelm Wundt, and the man who would later pollute America s education system with Wundt s theories, designed the 1933 Humanist Manifesto. Dewey, the father of progressive education, believed that what man had always done was precisely what should no longer be done.

    His manifesto denigrates religions and their ability to help solve people s problems. He couches his information in a deceptively mellifluous style and declares emphatically that man does not have a spiritual nature. He declares this with the arrogance of contemptuous authority.

    His Manifesto calls for a one world “religion” which was not to be chained to “old beliefs” but to be influenced by scientific and economic change

    “There is great danger of a final, and we believe fatal, identification of the word religion with doctrines and methods which have lost their significance and which are powerless to solve the problem of human living in the Twentieth Century”

    Religion should be a “human activity” in the direction of a “…candid and explicit humanism.”

    A list of fifteen precepts was drafted. These included:

    Religious humanists regard the universe as self-existing and not created. Humanist hold an organic view of live Humanists find that the traditional dualism of mind and body must be rejected. Humanism asserts that the nature of the universe depicted by modern science makes unacceptable any supernatural or cosmic guarantees of human values. Humanists say that religion must formulate its hopes and plans in the light of the scientific spirit and method. Humanists say that the distinction between the sacred and the secular can no longer be maintained. Humanists assume that humanism will take the path of social and mental hygiene and discourage sentimental and unreal hopes and wishful thinking.

    After World War II humanists went on to say, ” . . .humanists still believe that traditional theism, especially faith in the prayer-hearing God, assumed to love and care for persons, to hear and understand their prayers, and to be able to do something about them, is an unproved and outmoded faith.”

    Humanists say that “…traditional moral codes…fail to meet the pressing needs of today and tomorrow… ” Humanists say, “promise of immortal salvation or fear of eternal damnation are both illusory and harmful. .. The total personality is a function of the biological organism transacting in a social and cultural context. There is no credible evidence that life survives the death of the body.”

    Quotes from leading individuals in this movement:

    “More children from the fit, less from the unfit-that is the chief aim of birth control.”

    “The most merciful thing that the large family does to one of its infant members is to kill it.”

    “Birth control appeals to the advanced radical, because it is calculated to undermine the authority of the Christian Churches. I look forward to seeing humanity free someday of the tyranny of Christianity no less than capitalism.”

    Parents! Christians! Church! Wake Up!!! Let s stop going to bed with the DEVIL Himself.

    How can we call ourselves Christians and call ourselves Christian Churches and Christian Colleges and go to bed with this philosophy? How can our Christian schools be awarding degrees in this field and related fields such as sociology and still say they proclaim the name of our Savior Jesus Christ?

    Headlines

    Michelle Mundy receives college scholarship

    Thank-You

    “We just wanted to write and thank you for the help you gave to Michelle. Michelle heard you speak at a home schooling meeting. She begged and pleaded for me to bring her to you to be tested…

    Michelle has always had a close walk with the Lord and has been praying to attend Bryan College since the 4th Grade. You told me that Michelle would progress and be able to attend college and would probably make you “look good.” She has done very well.

    We owe much of Michelle s schooling success to you and your son, Peter. God bless you and your family.”

    Love Cindy Mundy


    A Modern Christmas Carol

    The story of Scrooge that Dickens told
    Has a lesson we need, but the story is old.
    What we should do is try to run
    A new tale of Scrooge for the year ’71.

    For our modern Carol, our “Scrooge” must be new.
    Let’s say, just for fun, that the new Scrooge is you.
    He works in an office eight hours a day;
    Doesn’t work hard’ draws pretty good pay.
    “But I can’t be Scrooge,” you say with a shrug,
    “Scrooge said that Christmas was just a humbug.”
    You may be right, but let’ wait and see
    What Scrooge would be like, if you were he.

    It’s one week before Christmas as we begin.
    You’re at work at you desk when the boss walks in.
    You push your newspaper out of sight,
    Say, “Good morning, boss,” in the tone that’s just right
    And, “Scrooge,” says he (that’s your name, you see)
    There’s a job I want you to do for me.”
    Your most capable look comes shining through
    As the boss explain what he wants you to do.
    He wants you to plan as best you can
    A Christmas party for the office clan.
    “I know you can do it!” he says pumping your hand,
    Then he leaves and you’re feeling just grand.
    You speak not a word but go straight to your work;
    You turn to the sports page, then stop with a jerk.
    “What have I done?” you think with an ache.
    “I missed the morning coffee break.”
    “I’ll have it now.” You say standing up
    And take from you pants the price of a cup.
    Then off you go to the coffee machine,
    Which seems like a good way to end this scene.

    Five days have passed as we resume.
    We find you sitting alone in a room.
    Smoke spirals up form the pipe in your hand
    And you think of the party, tomorrow, you’ve planned.
    You know you’re sleepy, so you aren’t surprised
    At the ghost who just suddenly materialized.
    “I’m dreaming.” You say to yourself with a yawn.
    “I’ll close my eyes, and the ghost will be gone.”
    But the ghost is still there when you open your eyes,
    So you tense yourself, ready for whatever he tries.
    “I mean you no harm,” you hear the ghost say
    (You still kinda wish he’d just go way.)
    But “Who are you,” you ask, “And why are you here?”
    He says, “I’m the ghost of True Christmas Cheer.”
    “Then why ain’t you shaped like a flask of “Old Crow?”
    You laugh at your joke, and the ghost turns to go.
    You stop him with, “Wait, you can’t go yet.
    What is the message that I am to get?”
    “You’ll get it,” he says “from three friends of mine.”
    Then he leaves before you can say your next line.
    And another appears dressed just like the last.
    Says, “I am the ghost of Christmas parties past.”
    I’ll show you a scene I think you’ll recall.”
    Then the lights go out and you can’t see at all.

    The darkness dissolves and the mist melts away,
    And you’re looking in on a party so gay.
    The folks at the party are folks that you know,
    But they look like you knew them two decades ago.
    You see yourself standing there in the midst
    And woops – oh – look out – you’re going to get kissed.
    Office parties were calm in those days, you know
    They didn’t last long – just an hour or so.
    If you wanted some cheer, you sneaked a snort fast,
    ‘Cause that’ is how it was at Christmas parties past.

    Then all of a sudden you are back in your room
    With a new ghost beside you, humming a tune.
    He’s dressed real neat, and he smiles kinda pleasant
    As he says, I’m the ghost of Christmas present.
    “I want you to dig a few scenes with me
    And don’t be surprised at what you might see.”
    In a blinding flash the scene appears
    And, as your startled vision clears,
    You see yourself just having a ball.
    Santa is calling, “Merry Christmas to all.”
    And on of his helpers is helping him stand.
    He’s passed out the gifts to the reveling band
    And is well over-due to pass out himself.
    He pinches the cheek of his cute little elf,
    Then, heaving a sigh, just rolls out of sight.
    That’s when you note with a hint of fright
    That you are Santa. You feel none too pleasant
    But that’s how it is with Christmas parties present.

    You’re back in your room with yet a new ghost.
    This one, you might say, is really the most.
    He’s dressed for a party from his head to his toe
    And he says, “All right, Scrooge, come on, let’s go.”
    “No more,” you cry, “I’ve had enough!”
    But the ghost says, “Sorry, we’ve got to be tough.
    I’m the ghost of Christmas parties future, you know.
    Twenty years in the future is where we’ll go.”
    Then the ghost disappears and you guess you do too
    ‘Cause you suddenly see yourself in a place strange and new.

    There’s something familiar about the place.
    A distinguished old man is wearing your face.
    “Happy Holidays” signs are tacked on the wall
    And a festive spirit is shared by all.
    “What are we celebrating?” you hear someone ask.
    “Who cares?” someone answers, “Here, fill up your flask.”

    The girls are outnumbered, but they do what they can To kiss and what-have-you a bit with each man.
    “Enough!” you scream. “Ghost take me home.”
    “Do you get the point?” you hear him drone.
    “I get the point, don’t make me see more.”

    In an instant you’re back in your room as before.
    Outside your window some carolers sing.
    You listen: “Glory to the new-born King”
    “peace on earth and mercy mild”

    God and sinners reconciled.”
    Smoke spirals up from the pipe in your hand
    And you think of the party, tomorrow, you’ve planned.
    “Plans can be changed,” you say and you smile.
    You go to the window and listen awhile.
    As the carols of Christmas drift up to you ear
    You decide to ask Christ to the party this year.