The Fourth And Final Candle

Today the fourth and final candle was lit…I had to stop and take account of my thoughts and my actions.  They didn’t exactly reflect the fact that I was prepared for His arrival. 

On my last trip to Walmart I had to suppress the urge to sneak past the bell-ringing guy in the red suit.

Driving back home I had to repress the desire to call the guy holding the sign at the street corner a druggie and bit my tongue to keep from saying, “get a job”.

Perhaps I'm not ready.  I cringe to think of judgment day when God points out the fact that…when I asked for a handout you called me a druggie. 

It’s so important how time is spent

During this season of advent

Into the world a child was sent

What’s the meaning of this event?

Didn’t understand till I was old and bent

Because I never gave one red cent,

I shunned that old bell ringing gent

But now it’s clear what was meant.

My redeemer was born in a tent

I paused and thought in torment

How hard was it to repent

And to express my sentiment.

Thank you, Jesus, for this present

You have answered my lament

And so it is without argument

Forgive the time I have misspent.

Amen.