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- FAIR PAY...for TEACHERS
- FAIR PAY...for GOD
- REMEMBERING ...
The Night Before Christmas
I'm fed up with teachers and their hefty salary guides.
What we need here is a little perspective.
If I had my way, I'd pay these teachers myself...I'd pay them babysitting wages.
That's right...instead of paying these out-rageous taxes, I'd give them $3.00 an hour out of my own pocket. And, I'm only going to pay them for five hours, not coffee breaks. That would be $15.00 a day. Each parent should pay $15.00 a day for these teachers to babysit their children. Even if they have more than one child, it's still cheaper than private daycare.
Now how many children do they teach a day - maybe twenty? That's $15.00 X 20 =3D $300.00 a day.
But remember, they only work 180 days a year! I'm not going to pay them for all those vacations.
$300 X 180 = $54,000. (Just a minute, I think my calculator needs batteries.)
I know you teachers will say what about those who have ten years of experience and a master's degree?
Well, maybe (just to be fair) they could get the minimum wage, and instead of just babysitting, they could read the kids a story. We can round that off to about $5.00 an hour, times five hours, times twenty children. $5.00 X 5 X 20. That's $500 a day times 180 days.
That's $90,000.
HUH???? Wait a minute.
Let's get a little perspective here.
Babysitting wages are too good for those teachers.
Did anyone see a salary guide around here???
What if,
GOD decided to stop leading us tomorrow because we didn't follow Him today?
What if,
we never saw another flower bloom because
we grumbled when GOD sent the rain?
What if,
GOD didn't walk with us today because
we failed to recognize it as His day?
What if,
GOD took away the Bible tomorrow because
we would not read it today?
What if,
GOD took away His message because
we failed to listen to the messenger?
What if,
GOD didn't send His only begotten Son because
He wanted us to be prepared to pay the price for sin.
What if,
the door of the church was closed because
we did not open the door of our heart?
What if,
GOD stopped loving and caring for us because
we failed to love and care for others?
What if,
GOD would not hear us today because
we would not listen to Him yesterday?
What if,
GOD answered our prayers the way
we answer His call to service?
What if,
GOD met our needs the way
we give Him our lives???
WHERE ARE OUR PRIORITIES??
Twas the night before Christmas,
he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house
made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
And to see just who
in this home did live.
I looked all about,
a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stocking by the mantel,
just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.
He had medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
and a sobering thought
came through my mind.
For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor
of this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle,
the room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured
a United States soldier.
Was this the hero
of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?
I realized the families
that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world,
the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home.
The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.
The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry,
this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom;
I don't ask for more;
My life is my God,
my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours,
so silent, so still
and we both shivered from
the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave
on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor
so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, "Carry on Santa,
it's Christmas day, all is secure."
One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend,
and to all a good night.