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Ham-Hocks 'N Beans
       Thanksgiving is a wonderful time to count our blessings. God is so good to us, beyond what we
deserve. From the grand to the simplistic, we have so much to be thankful for. We sometimes take for granted what many folks don’t have, like perhaps a warm dish of ham hock’s and beans and a loving Mother who prepared it. This year my prayer is this: “Thank You Jesus for the roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, food on my table, and shoes on my feet. Forgive me if I ever complain and forget my great blessings.”

Psalm 13:6; (NKJV)
       “I will sing to the Lord, because he has dealt bountifully with me.”
Psalm 68:19; (NKJV)
       “Blessed be the Lord, Who daily loads us with benefits, The God of our salvation! Selah.”
1 Thessalonians 5:18; (NKJV)
       “In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”

Ham-Hocks 'N Beans

Ham-hocks 'n beans, 'n turnip greens,
'n okry on the side.
Thank You, Lord, it's a feast I KNOW I'll eat;
‘sbetter 'n anythin' fried!

Some hot cone-bread 'n buttermilk,
'n sorgum in a jar.
The eatin'est best in east or west
from near or e'en from far.

If it’s a meal you wanta feel
a stickin' t'yer insides.
Then belly up t'Momma’s stuff
'n lordy, don’t be shy!

With cone-bread broke in th'buttermilk,
‘n sorgum on some too,
y'kin look 'n look 'n not find a cook
t'do what Momma kin do.

Y'chew on hocks 'n okry 'n beans
'til yer nearly gonna pop!
Then finish off peach cobbler 'n crust
w'cream all up on top.

Ham-hocks 'n beans 'n turnip greens,
'n okry on the side.
Thank You, Lord, it's a feast I KNOW I'll eat,
at least until I die.
  ©rdouglasveer 3/17/98
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A Christian Pumpkin Poem


        Have you ever lit a match in a room that was pitch black? It's amazing to see how something as tiny as a matchhead could illuminate an entire room. Even a tiny amount of light is powerful and the darkness can never overpower it, (see John 1:5).

        In His "sermon on the mount," Jesus said that as Christians, we are the salt and the light of the earth. And He pointed out that salt isn't any good if it's lost its flavor, nor is light effective if it's hidden.

        Halloween will be upon us tomorrow and many Christians cringe at the thought, for good reason. But what better time could there be to radiate Jesus to those who live in spiritual darkness, corruption, and confusion? One strike of God's matchhead will uncover those things people do in secret. There's nowhere to run from God's piercing eyes and penetrating truths. He knows our hearts better than we know them, ourselves.

        God loves people too much to let anyone perish, so He shines His light of conviction upon us so His truth will set us free. We also need to let the light of Christ shine through us so we can help others find the pathway to the Father and tell them what God's love is all about.



Matthew 5:13-16; (ESV).

        “You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people's feet. You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven”


John 1:5; (NLT).

        "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it."

A Christian Pumpkin Poem


I am a Jack O' Lantern

My light will shine so bright

For I am a Christian pumpkin

My symbols tell what's right


My nose is like the cross

On which our Savior died

To set us free from sin

We need no longer hide


My mouth is like a fish

The whole wide world to show

That Christians live in this house

And love their Savior so!


The story starts at Christmas

My eyes are like the star

That shone on Baby Jesus

And wise men saw from far


My color it is orange

Just like the big bright sun

That rose on Easter Day

Along with God's own Son


And so on Halloween

Let's set our pumpkins out

And tell the trick or treaters

What God's love is all about!

Author Unknown


Remembering My Daddy
       My sister and I were saddened to see our father decline. He said on the phone one day, "I never thought I would see the day when I would pass away." I'm sure we all think about that. For many, it is quite a mystery. We wonder where we will go.
       Some people believe there's just a big "blank" when we die. Some people believe God exists, but they don't ask for His help until they're at death's door. And some people don't have a chance to accept God . . . because they die suddenly.
       My dad was never religious but he did believe in God and he did understand God sent His Son, the Messiah to save us from our sins. I shared this with him many times and when I saw him in the hospital I encouraged him to "call on the name of Jesus" when his "time" would come.
       Later, I learned Dad shared with others, how he had asked God to take him to heaven, and he described a vision of Jesus coming down from the cross to walk with him.
       My dad knew the truth. And I am confident he accepted God, personally into his heart.
       The gift of salvation is for us all. Each of us will face death one day but if we want to be saved, we need to accept Jesus and humbly ask Him to forgive our sins. This is the Christian faith.
       Jesus is the only way to heaven; however, the choice is yours and mine. God will never force anyone.

Romans 10:13; (NLT).
     “For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved."

John 14:6; (NLT).
     "Jesus told him, 'I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.'"

Remembering My Daddy

Such a little tyke was I
to get my Daddy’s hug;
he'd call me his mosquito;
in Hungarian . . . his petite "Szúnyog."

(Then) came my sister, Sylvia;
her name had come to be
but her nickname in Hungarian was
my little deer, my sweet "Csimbi."

Dad was rough and he was tough;
he seemed hard as a nail
but food upon the table
was always there, without fail.

"Hard work" was what he taught us
as our lives continued on,
but there were times of goodness, too,
when he'd even sing us songs.

My mother's folks would sometimes . . .
have us come and stay.
Grandpa'd sit at the piano
and all evening he would play.

The house would fill with merriment;
with laughter and with joy,
and what I'd say deep in my heart was
“Boy, oh boy, oh boy!"

"Nyud-mama" would twirl me,
around and all around
and no where could a person find, a better
Grandmama in town.

I was just so little then
and they all seemed so tall!
But that was truly fine with me;
'cause there was fun for all.

Yes, my Daddy was a worker,
as strong as he could be.
He must have spent a million hours
each day in that factory.

He put bread on our table
and clothes upon our back
and not for either one of these
did we find any lack.

The work he did with his strong hands
was an expression of his love.
Then one day God began calling him
to His Heavenly home above.

Yes, memories of my daddy
are a jumble of different thoughts
but he was just a "working man,"
not some astronaut!

So, was he perfect? Of course not, but then,
who can ever be?
Not a brother or a sister,
or a neighbor, and not me.

Still, my greatest memory
(will) forever be, when he
told me that he saw Jesus
nailed upon the "Tree."

And that’s when he asked God, above
to come and take him home;
he knew his sin-debt was paid by Christ,
and he'd never be alone.

For the God of all creation,
sent His perfect, only Son
to die in your place and in mine;
He died for everyone . . .

. . . so we could come as Daddy did
without silver or gold,
whether we would be quite young,
or as Daddy, rather old.

You see, God has created,
an entrance that holds true.
That open door will lead to Heaven;
a place for me and you.

One day, I will take that road;
the one my dad walked on
and I will bet that I will hear him
singing still, a song.

But this time he’ll sing out the words
“Never more will I to roam,”
as he welcomes every traveler
to his Heavenly home.

My daddy, now is waiting.
He's been waiting for you and me,
ever since he accepted Jesus
there upon Calvary’s Tree.

Yes, Daddy’s with the Savior,
the Messiah who calls him friend
and now he has a new life;
one that will never end.

Soon, I will be with him
when this old life is done,
and I now invite you to come,
yes, each and every one.

Well, that’s what I remember.
and yes, all of it is true.
I just wanted to share my heart
and my dear daddy . . . with you.
rdouglasVeer © 9/22/2022

I Give You Love
       Falling in love can be one of the most exhilarating, all-consuming experiences in a person’s life. The relationship takes over every waking thought that drives you from bliss to euphoria. The Song of Solomon, sometimes called the Song of Songs, is an Old Testament book that describes the wonderful love between a man and a women, in detail. But scholars have also thought of the writings as a picture of God’s love for His people. We know from Exodus 34:14 that our God is a jealous God. He tells us that worshiping other gods is like committing adultery against Him. We also read in the New Testament that the people of God are called “the bride of Christ”. And when Christ returns for His church in the Second Coming, He will consummate the marriage with His bride beginning with a wedding ceremony that will unite the two forever. Yes, God is love, and His love runs deep. Earthly love is only a spark compared to the eternal love we will have one day in God’s presence. For now, let’s celebrate our love for one another, especially toward those very special people God has placed in our lives, like our spouse.

Song of Solomon 4:9-11; (NLT).
       “You have captured my heart, my treasure, my bride. You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes, with a single jewel of your necklace. Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices. Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars of Lebanon.”

I Give You Love

If you desired water for love
I’d give you the mighty seas.
and if you required air as proof
I’d give you what I breathe.

If it was a feather that you desired
I’d give you a flock of birds.
But being just a simple man
I can only give you words.

Words that form not in my tongue
so eloquent and fair,
but come they from my truthful heart
where love is nestled there.

Love is all I have to give,
more precious than a tear;
love that hopeful will be enough
to last us through the years.
© rdouglasVeer 9/5/2018

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