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The Present

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The little boy held the freshly wrapped present in his arms. It was wrapped in a beautiful white box with a red bow. The instructions were clear and the little boy knew exactly what to do. He could open the present and have whatever was inside, but he had to do it before noon.

It was about eight in the morning when the boy sat down in front of the tall grandfather clock. The short hand sat on the eight and the long hand was on the twelve. The countdown began.

The little boy picked up the box and shook it. He heard a clinking sound and his eyes glistened and his lips turned into a smile. His mind began to wonder as to what all he could do with his present. Was it a toy? Was it a whistle? Maybe it was a little car? His eyes looked at the box and then at the clock. Maybe it’s a leash for a dog? He began to think about how great it would be to walk his dog around the neighborhood and how all the other boys and girls would want to be like him with his beautiful dog.

He played with the bow and slightly pulled on it but stopped when another gift suddenly came to mind. Maybe it’s a yo-yo. He put his hand way up in the air and then down as if playing with a yo-yo. His eye caught the clock. The small hand was closer to the nine and the long hand was as well. He had plenty of time so he went back to wandering.

He put the box on the floor and placed his head on the floor beside it. Maybe it was some toy soldiers. Maybe the toy soldiers have guns and can have battle. He closes all his fingers on his right hand except his thumb and pointing finger. He closes one eye and aims his imaginary gun. With a loud “pow” he awakes himself back to reality.

The bow on the box has glitter that falls from it with each shake from the boy. Maybe it’s a snow globe. Maybe there’s a snowman in the snow globe and when he shakes it, the snow begins to fall. The boy looks up at the clock. The long hand is on the six and the short hand is on the eleven. Time sure has passed quickly. He has just a few more minutes to dream about what’s in the box and he will open it before noon.

He picks up the box and shakes it again. This time the sound is different but he’s not sure what it sounds like. Maybe it’s a book with a story about a little boy. Maybe it’s a stuffed pet tiger that he can roar and pounce through the house. Maybe, just maybe.

The boy places the box on the floor and lies down beside it. His big eyes stare at it with dreams that could only be imagined. Dreams of what he could do with whatever is in the box. His eyelids get heavy and eventually close as he dreams what his gift could be. It’s five minutes after noon and the beautiful box with the red bow is still wrapped and the little boys dreams continue.


Will we open the gift God has given us to do with our lives, or will we dream about it and never act? When we awake, will the present now be the past?


Will you open your gift and share it with the world?



Copyright © 2012 – Chris W. Lawson


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It’s Official: The World Is Ending Saturday

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When the sun rises Saturday morning, devastation will be only a whisper away. As people go through their normal routines that morning, they won’t be aware of what is actually happening in the world outside their home. As they start their car and head to town, they will be blinded by a sight they never thought they would actually see. When they pull into the Chick-fil-A to get their normal breakfast item, they will see words that will send chills to their bones.

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Could there be any more dire words in the english language? Could there be a more devastating moment as that? As people run to the doors and look inside, they will see nothing but darkness. As they sit in their cars at the drive-thru speaker, they will hear nothing but silence. People will be in shock at first and then desperation will set in. The sweet tea junkies and milkshake minions won’t be able to take it anymore. Riots will break out in the streets and protest signs hoisted into the air. Little children will stand at the entrance holding their kids meal story books waiting to trade it for ice cream. All of humanity will be lost.

As the evening settles on the first day and the wounds of war begin to make stomachs ache, people will realize that there isn’t any “chikin”. There will be no sound of mooing in the air and no “may I help you please” ringing through the car windows. People will be at a loss for words. “The end has arrived” will be spoken by every man and woman alike. The realization of the moment will sink in. They will realize that for several weeks, there will be no Chick-fil-A.

Unless they visit one of the convenient other East Tennessee locations until the Oak Ridge site reopens in August.

Did you enjoy the story? If so, it was my pleasure.


What is your favorite Chick-fil-A item on the menu?

Copyright © 2012 – Chris W. Lawson

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Andy Griffith – A Story From Heaven

July 7, 2012 1 comment


One of my favorite memories of the Andy Griffith show was the stories that Andy used to tell. He could bring excitement that was unimaginable. When Andy would start “Ohh, you should have seen the look on that little bird’s face” or some other exciting story, he would draw out the words so that they seemed to last forever. It was so enjoyable to hear his soothing voice.

With his passing, I began to think. What if Andy could come back and tell us what heaven looked like? I wonder how that story would go, how it would sound, and which words would he draw out that seemed to last forever? I would love to hear. In fact, let’s try this. I want you to stop and think about your favorite moment of Andy telling a story; how it captured your ears as you sat there like a little kid listening to every word. Remember his soothing voice and animated eyes. Take a moment and let his voice take over. When you’re ready, read below what he may have said…

“Boy, oh boy. I’m glad you took a chance to hear me today. I’ve been seeing things that would make your eyes ’bout pop out of their sockets. I was at home, sick, taking my final breaths and was real real sad that I was ’bout to leave this place that’s been my home. But just as i was feelin’ real sad, this strong angel show’d up. He had this pearly white housecoat lookin’ thing on and had one of the prettiest swords you have ever seen. He looked at me real straight and said “It’s time to go home”, and I said “I’m fine rightchere, this is my home”, and he looked at me again, with those big strong wings ready to go and said “No, your forever home”.

After he said that, he picked me up and we flew up into the clouds right into the purtiest sunset I’ve ever have seen. The clouds were like cotton candy and looked like big fluffy pillows floating all around us. We were going real fast. I didn’t feel sad at all. Next thing I know, we were at this biiiiiig gate. It had all kinds of beautiful rare stones like you’d see in those fancy jewelry stores, ‘cept these were much bigger. He set me down and we walked right in like we owned the place. I looked down and under my feet was the purtiest yellow gold I’ve ever have seen. It looked like a sidewalk that went in all kinds of directions. We started walkin’ and we came up on this city that was way bigger that Mt. Pilot.

The buildings were tall and looked like somethin’ out of a Hollywood movie. There were people everywhere, walkin’ round and happy as could be. The angel led me down that yellow sidewalk and through all of those beautiful buildings, and then we come up on a real tall tree. Oh, it was tall and green and had birds singin’ like you wouldn’t believe. There was the purtiest river beside that tree and there were fish bigger than I’ve ever caught when we went fishin’. I turned around and saw a big ‘ol chair and a man was walking from it up to me. He had brown hair and a beard and had a fancy outfit that looked like it was from one of those ‘ole movies when they rode chariots and fought each other. He come up to me and started talkin’. His voice was as smooth as a mountain creek but as powerful as one of those mountain lions. I knew who it was and I bowed my head in reverence to him. He was the King so I had to pay him his proper respects. He said “Welcome to the city, my good and faithful servant”. I tried to not to tear up but I just couldn’t help it. He put his arm around my shoulder and we went for a walk.

He told me all ’bout the city and what all he had done to prepare for me and all the others that would be comin’. When he talked it grabbed my entire attention and I loved every minute of it. He was the best storyteller I’ve ever heard. There were little boys and girls runnin’ round and laughing, there were people hugging’ and talkin’. It was the purtiest place I’ve ever seen. I thought throwin’ rocks and fishin’ was the best thing ever, but it didn’t compare to this. I could go on and on, but I’ve got to keep a little mystery to it. Because, one day you’ll get to see it yourself.

If you’d say “I’ve died and gone to heaven”, well, you’d pretty much got it right.


What was your favorite story that Andy told? Share it below…


Copyright © 2012 – Chris W. Lawson

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