“And so, about this tomb of mine . . . “

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  “VANITY, saith the preacher, vanity!  Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?  Nephews—sons mine … ah God, I know not! Well—  She, men would have to be your mother once,  Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!  What’s done is done, and she is dead beside,  Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since,  And as she died so must we die ourselves,  And thence ye may perceive the world’s a dream.  Life, how and what is it?  As here I lie In this state-chamber, dying by degrees,  Hours and long hours in the dead night,  I ask “Do I live, am I dead?”  Peace, peace seems all.  Saint Praxed’s ever was the church for peace;  And so, about this tomb of mine.  I fought With tooth and nail to save my niche, ye know:  —Old Gandolf cozened me, despite my care;  Shrewd was that snatch from out the corner  South He graced his carrion with,  God curse the same!  Yet still my niche is not so cramped...

Skunked

Didja hear the one about the man who came upon a skunk with its' head stuck in a small fruit jar? It was evident that the skunk would smother and die if the jar was not removed, but every attempt to remove the jar was met by the skunk raising his tail in defense. The skunk was unaware that he was not only in a dangerous situation, but that the man was trying to help him.

God offers salvation to the sinner who is smothering, dying in the guilt of his own sins. Only when he trusts Lord Jesus Christ, who through his death, burial and resurrection paid the penalty for sin, will he be free from the power of sin! God in Christ Jesus alone can remove the "jar" called sin whose reward is death.

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