It’s about the time of year for this…
It’s a poem by John Piper called “The Innkeeper”.
The inn?” The Lord inquired. “On loan,
You’d better say. God owns the inn.”
At that the Lord knew they were kin,
And ventured on: “Do you recall
The tax when Caesar said to all
The world that each must be enrolled?”
Old Jacob winced, “Are north winds cold?
Are deserts dry? Do fishes swim
And ravens fly? I do. A grim
And awful year it was for me.
Why do you ask?” “I have a debt
To pay, and I must see how much.
Why do you say that it was such
A grim and awful year?” He raised
The stump of his right arm, “So dazed,
Young man, I didn’t know I’d lost
My arm. Do you know what it cost
For me to house the Son of God?”
The old man took his cedar rod
And swept it ‘round the place: “Empty.
For thirty years alone, you see?
Old Jacob, poor old Jacob runs
It with one arm, a dog and no sons.
But I had sons . . . once.
Last night, while waiting for our dinner to bake, we cleaned ourselves up as good as we could, put Josiah’s Christmas outfit on him, and used the timer on the camera to try and get a decent picture in front of the tree to use on our Christmas card this year.
Here are a couple of the extra shots I got while Steph was trying to get Josiah to keep his eyes open.
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