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'Twas the night before Christmas in the
Pharisee's house
Not a dissenter whispered; not even his
spouse.
The plywood was nailed o'er the fireplace
with care
No demonic "Santa" would dare show up there!
The children were cowering in fear in their
beds,
Wondering if Dad heard a voice in his head.
"Christmas is pagan!" he'd ranted and raved
"How can you kiss Baal and expect to get
saved?"
"But it's Jesus' birthday tomorrow!" one
child said.
"No, it's not!" his dad thundered, his face
turning red.
"It's vile Saturnalia! Now get up to your
room
And pray God will spare you hell's fiery
doom!"
His wife tucked them in, then came back
downstairs.
And timidly said, "I'm not sure this is
fair."
"Fair schmair!" he yelled back. "You can't
argue with facts!"
And he stomped off to study his old Jack
Chick tracts.
As he read about Baphomet old Babylon
And the Great Whore of Rome and its demonic
spawn
When what, his deaf ears could no longer
ignore,
But a quiet, gentle tapping out at the front
door.
He saw through the peephole long hair and
dark eyes.
Annoyed and impatient, he heaved a great
sigh.
"A beggar!" he groused. "Can't these bums
just get jobs?"
He shut off the alarm and twisted the knob.
The stranger's eyes twinkled with humor
and love
The moonlight glowed soft on his head from
above.
The Pharisee sneered, and I think I should
mention
He'd've known who it was if he'd just paid
attention.
"Look, I gave at the office!" the Pharisee
lied,
"So don't look for a handout!" The stranger
just smiled.
"You have nothing for me," said the stranger,
"that's true;
But you see, I came here to give something
to you."
"You give something to me?" said the Pharisee.
"Right! Lemme guess: You can bless me this
holiday night
With a chance to give generously, hmm? Well,
forget it!"
Said the stranger with sorrow, "My friend,
you don't get it."
"It's not about money at all, said the stranger,
"My gift is to warn you your soul is in
danger.
I offer you peace, hope and joy - free!
Try it! If you knew the Father, you'd know
you can't buy it."
"If I knew the Father?" the Pharisee yelled,
till The stranger's head rang like the Liberty
Bell.
"God himself is my Father!" the Pharisee
swore.
The stranger's eyes rolled. He'd heard that
one before.
"Who do you," said the Pharisee, "think
you are? Eh?
To malign my good standing with God in this
way?"
The stranger replied to this challenge as
well:
"Does 'I stand at the door and I knock'
ring a bell?"
The Pharisee said, "Oh, you want to come
in?
And after you dared to accuse me of sin?
Not if you were the last of the whole human
race!"
And so saying, he banged the door shut in
his face.
Then the stranger exclaimed as he went down
the walk,
"I'll always be listening if you want to
talk.
I'll return soon, my friend: I'll come,
ready or not;
And if you're not prepared, things are gonna
get hot!"
~ Author unknown ~
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