Post by MountainMaiden on Sept 30, 2008 20:44:51 GMT -5
MR. CONSCIENCE . . .THE CAMEL’S NOSE AND A BAG OF JEWELS
Text “And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void of offence toward God, and toward men” – Acts 24: 16.
Robert was not on speaking .terms with Danny. Danny was the popular type. He was very sporty, very capable, very good-looking. The girls all liked Danny and they only very occasi6nally gave a patronising look at Robert. Well that’s enough to make any fellow mad.
How could Robert bring this chap, Danny, down a peg or two ?
Yes, Robert had a plan !!!!
He knew Danny had been given a Parker 51, Fountain Pen by the Sport’s Committee for a top performance at the School Sports. He’d get that pen. He knew Danny thought a lot of his Parker Pen.
Mysteriously the pen disappeared out of Danny’s desk . . . . . .
Next morning Danny was quite shattered. He knew he had left his pen yesterday afternoon in the desk. Robert smirked . . . . It was a great treat to see consternation on the norma11y serene face of Danny….Robert was enjoying this morning, very, very much. The teacher detected something was wrong and Danny had to tell him the truth. HIS PARKER PEN WAS MISSING. THE PEN PRESENTED TO HIM BY THE SCHOOL FOR OUTSTAND1NG ACHIEVEMENT IN THE FIELD OF SPORT . . . . . .
But that night Robert couldn’t sleep. His moment of triumph had passed and now the PARKER PENN IN HIS DRESSING TABLE DRAWER WAS LITERALLY SCREAMING AT HIM. And then matters got worse . . . He could not be1ieve his eyes, for there at the end of his bed was the strangest little man he’d ever seen. About two foot high with piercing eyes, a long, bony finger and a ridiculously large Black Top Hat. He was pointing the Long, Bony Finger at Robert and looking at him with those searching eyes. Then he began to accuse him of his theft…Robert shouted back his innocence and told “OLD BEADY EYES TO BUZZ OFF.” But he didn’t buzz off And Robert was dog tired and couldn’t sleep with this character dancing and. jumping and shouting at the end of the bed’. He pulled the sheets over his head and tried to forget. this fellow, but the cheeky chappy crept under the sheets beside him, Top Hat and all . . . .Every time Robert went to go off to sleep the funny little man dug him in the ribs or pulled his ear. This went, on for hours, until Robert at last promised that the following day he’d make a clean breast of his dishonesty. THAT WAS GOOD NEWS FOR DANNY & ALSO GOOD NEWS FOR ROBERT BECAUSE DANNY BECAME HIS BEST PAL. Oh . . . .the name of the funny little man was Mr. C. and that doesn’t mean Chamberlain . . . .
Roberts’ experience reminds me that this theft could have spelt disaster for an otherwise very good young fellow. He repented quickly and that was wise. There is always the FIRST SMOKE . . . .THE FIRST DRINK . . . THE FIRST THEFTT and if you do not repent quickly you may land up in serious trouble … Mr. Arab was awakened early one morning by Mr. Camel . . . .”I say’, Master, it’s very cold this morning, can I put my little nose inside your tent to warm it, it’s like a blob of ice.” “O.K.” said Arab Master, “But only your Nose.” ,…the next morning, well you know, I hardly have to complete my story. It was “Please Master, can I put my Neck in your tent, it’s real stiff with the cold.” “O.K”, said Arab, “But only your Nose and Neck.” The next morning it was, his Shoulders then Hump No.1., then Hump No.2., and so on until ONE TRAGIC MORNING MR. ARAB WAS AWAKE WITH A START TO FIND THAT HE WAS OUT IN THE COLD AND THE TEN HADCOLLAPSED AROUND THE CONNIVING CAMEL . . . .
There was once a King who believed that his subjects were becoming very selfish and careless of one another’s needs. He thought, therefore, ,he would test them. In the dead of night he commanded a HUGE STONE to be placed right in the middle of the main road of his capital town. The Great Stone was in everybody’s way . . . . There it stood for a whole week, and no one was thoughtful enough of others to remove it. The Baker’s van came to the Stone and the Baker cursed and slowly drove round it. The Milk-man was jangling along and he thought it was about time the King did something about this shocking 6bstruction. He was three hours late arriving home because of the STONE. . . . .The Laundry-man,, felt the whole town was “washed-up” and it was ,a standing disgrace that the Council had not sent out a team of Motor way experts to remove the Stone. They could slice through mountains like butter, why should the Capital City have to put up with this nuisance. Ladies nattered in the main street, looking on with turned-down mouth corners and saying it was never like~ this in the reign of the previous King !!! The boys and girls thought the congestion was great . . . .they all arrived late for School and were let out early to miss the pile-up . . . . .
Then at the end of’ the week, the King issued a proclamation saying that on a certain day, “HE WOULD COME AND WITH HIS OWN HAND REMOVE THE STONE.” The whole of the Town turned out. The King drove up, walked over slowly to THE BIG STONE and without effort, moved it on to an island. The stone was hollow and made of plastic and when he turned it over TH’ERE WAS A BAG OF JEWELS, A GLITTERING SHOWER WORTH A FORTUNE . . . . . .
Text “And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void of offence toward God, and toward men” – Acts 24: 16.
Robert was not on speaking .terms with Danny. Danny was the popular type. He was very sporty, very capable, very good-looking. The girls all liked Danny and they only very occasi6nally gave a patronising look at Robert. Well that’s enough to make any fellow mad.
How could Robert bring this chap, Danny, down a peg or two ?
Yes, Robert had a plan !!!!
He knew Danny had been given a Parker 51, Fountain Pen by the Sport’s Committee for a top performance at the School Sports. He’d get that pen. He knew Danny thought a lot of his Parker Pen.
Mysteriously the pen disappeared out of Danny’s desk . . . . . .
Next morning Danny was quite shattered. He knew he had left his pen yesterday afternoon in the desk. Robert smirked . . . . It was a great treat to see consternation on the norma11y serene face of Danny….Robert was enjoying this morning, very, very much. The teacher detected something was wrong and Danny had to tell him the truth. HIS PARKER PEN WAS MISSING. THE PEN PRESENTED TO HIM BY THE SCHOOL FOR OUTSTAND1NG ACHIEVEMENT IN THE FIELD OF SPORT . . . . . .
But that night Robert couldn’t sleep. His moment of triumph had passed and now the PARKER PENN IN HIS DRESSING TABLE DRAWER WAS LITERALLY SCREAMING AT HIM. And then matters got worse . . . He could not be1ieve his eyes, for there at the end of his bed was the strangest little man he’d ever seen. About two foot high with piercing eyes, a long, bony finger and a ridiculously large Black Top Hat. He was pointing the Long, Bony Finger at Robert and looking at him with those searching eyes. Then he began to accuse him of his theft…Robert shouted back his innocence and told “OLD BEADY EYES TO BUZZ OFF.” But he didn’t buzz off And Robert was dog tired and couldn’t sleep with this character dancing and. jumping and shouting at the end of the bed’. He pulled the sheets over his head and tried to forget. this fellow, but the cheeky chappy crept under the sheets beside him, Top Hat and all . . . .Every time Robert went to go off to sleep the funny little man dug him in the ribs or pulled his ear. This went, on for hours, until Robert at last promised that the following day he’d make a clean breast of his dishonesty. THAT WAS GOOD NEWS FOR DANNY & ALSO GOOD NEWS FOR ROBERT BECAUSE DANNY BECAME HIS BEST PAL. Oh . . . .the name of the funny little man was Mr. C. and that doesn’t mean Chamberlain . . . .
Roberts’ experience reminds me that this theft could have spelt disaster for an otherwise very good young fellow. He repented quickly and that was wise. There is always the FIRST SMOKE . . . .THE FIRST DRINK . . . THE FIRST THEFTT and if you do not repent quickly you may land up in serious trouble … Mr. Arab was awakened early one morning by Mr. Camel . . . .”I say’, Master, it’s very cold this morning, can I put my little nose inside your tent to warm it, it’s like a blob of ice.” “O.K.” said Arab Master, “But only your Nose.” ,…the next morning, well you know, I hardly have to complete my story. It was “Please Master, can I put my Neck in your tent, it’s real stiff with the cold.” “O.K”, said Arab, “But only your Nose and Neck.” The next morning it was, his Shoulders then Hump No.1., then Hump No.2., and so on until ONE TRAGIC MORNING MR. ARAB WAS AWAKE WITH A START TO FIND THAT HE WAS OUT IN THE COLD AND THE TEN HADCOLLAPSED AROUND THE CONNIVING CAMEL . . . .
There was once a King who believed that his subjects were becoming very selfish and careless of one another’s needs. He thought, therefore, ,he would test them. In the dead of night he commanded a HUGE STONE to be placed right in the middle of the main road of his capital town. The Great Stone was in everybody’s way . . . . There it stood for a whole week, and no one was thoughtful enough of others to remove it. The Baker’s van came to the Stone and the Baker cursed and slowly drove round it. The Milk-man was jangling along and he thought it was about time the King did something about this shocking 6bstruction. He was three hours late arriving home because of the STONE. . . . .The Laundry-man,, felt the whole town was “washed-up” and it was ,a standing disgrace that the Council had not sent out a team of Motor way experts to remove the Stone. They could slice through mountains like butter, why should the Capital City have to put up with this nuisance. Ladies nattered in the main street, looking on with turned-down mouth corners and saying it was never like~ this in the reign of the previous King !!! The boys and girls thought the congestion was great . . . .they all arrived late for School and were let out early to miss the pile-up . . . . .
Then at the end of’ the week, the King issued a proclamation saying that on a certain day, “HE WOULD COME AND WITH HIS OWN HAND REMOVE THE STONE.” The whole of the Town turned out. The King drove up, walked over slowly to THE BIG STONE and without effort, moved it on to an island. The stone was hollow and made of plastic and when he turned it over TH’ERE WAS A BAG OF JEWELS, A GLITTERING SHOWER WORTH A FORTUNE . . . . . .