the 1st day of my seeing the earthly sun.
39 years after, in the central part of italy,
In a hospital room i found myself
Taking care of a maiden 90 yr ol’
Night duty service from eight to eight
Having only a rattan chair with no cushion
Connected to one plastic folding seat.
I laid on my side with a blanket made of cotton
Trying to grab some “rooster” sleep.
I was supposed to be at a party,
That a relative of mine wanted to give me;
Yet i chose to work to earn a little money,
To solve a bit of my financial duty.
Anyway, i seldom celebrated as i can remember,
Only once, i guess, i wanted a banquet to gather,
Friends and classmates, as a teenager (@ twelve!),
Then all these later years
Friends and beloveds prepare
A banquet for me…
It makes me smile and warms my heart
For their thoughtfulness and care
But it isn’t really necessary.
Got some concepts regarding celebrations
Strange to some
Strictly “fundie” to some
For a time i tried to abstain from one and all
Then @38 i was taught about
Superficiality and laws of men
Traditions and restrictions…
Just shadows of realities in Christ.
But most of all, I am taught
Freedom in the Lord Jesus is about -
To do what is right and just
For the welfare (well-fare: “to do good”)
To fellowmen… for spiritual food..
Notes:
In the Scriptures, there are only two birthday events narrated:
1) Pharoah’s (Genesis 40:20-23)
2) King Herod’s (Matt. 14:3-12, Mark 6:21)
What lessons do we get from there?





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