There was once a spider who lived in a cornfield.
She was a big spider, and she had spun a beauti-
ful web between the corn stalks.
She got fat eating all of the bugs that would get
caught in her web.
She liked this home and planned to stay there
for the rest of her life.
One day, the spider caught a little bug in her
web, and just as the spider was about to eat
him, the bug said, ¡°If you let me go I will tell you
something important that will save your life.¡±
The spider paused for a moment and listened
because she was amused.
¡°You better get out of this cornfield,¡± the little
bug said, ¡°The harvest is coming!¡±
The spider smiled and said, ¡°What is this harvest
you are talking about? I think you are just telling
me a story.¡±
But the little bug said, ¡°Oh no, it is true. The
owner of this field is coming to harvest it soon.
All the stalks will be knocked down, and the corn
will be gathered up. You will be killed by the gi-
ant machines if you stay here.¡±
The spider said, ¡°I don¡¯t believe in harvests and
giant machines that knock down corn stalks.
How can you prove this?¡±
The little bug continued, ¡°Just look at the corn.
See how it is planted in rows? It proves this field
was created by an intelligent designer.¡±
The spider laughed and mockingly said, ¡°This
field has evolved and has nothing to do with a
creator. Corn always grows that way.¡±
The bug went on to explain, ¡°Oh no. This field
belongs to the owner who planted it, and the
harvest is coming soon.¡±
The spider grinned and said to the little bug, ¡°I
don¡¯t believe you,¡± and then the spider ate the
little bug for lunch.
A few days later, the spider was laughing about
the story the little bug had told her.
She thought to herself, ¡°A harvest! What a silly
idea. I have lived here all of my life, and nothing
has ever disturbed me. I have been here since
these stalks were just a foot off the ground, and
I¡¯ll be here for the rest of my life, because noth-
ing is ever going to change in this field. Life is
good, and I have it made.¡±
The next day was a beautiful sunny day in the
cornfield. The sky above was clear, and there
was no wind at all.
That afternoon, as the spider was about to take a
nap, she noticed some thick dusty clouds moving
toward her. She could hear the roar of a great
engine, and she said to herself, ¡°I wonder what
that could be?¡±
The Reading Room 2017 December/January
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
If you get email, you
get stuff. Sometimes
it is spam, sometimes
it is a true gem.
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
Around the corner, I have a friend
In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend¡¯s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine; we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
¡°Tomorrow,¡± I say, ¡°I will call on Jim
Just to show that I¡¯m thinking of him.¡±
But tomorrow comes, and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner - yet miles away,
¡°Here¡¯s a telegram, sir. Jim died today.¡±
That¡¯s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Around The Corner
The Bible tells of wise men
Who came from the east afar,
To visit a babe in Bethlehem
Born underneath His very own star.
They found Him in a manger
Wrapped warmly in swaddling clothes,
And bestowed their gifts upon Him
The very best each man had chose.
Now this story happened long ago,
Some call it a fairy tale far away,
But those who are wise STILL seek Him;
They are the wise men of today.
These offer up their gifts to Him
That are found in different form,
The gift we bring Him at this time
Is a heart that¡¯s been re-born.
You may think this is silly.
You might not heed the rhyme.
But soon the wise men will see Him
The unwise will be out of time.
You see, God commended His love toward us
In that He sent His beloved son
Who never sinned at any time
Yet was rejected, scorned and shunned.
So remember this and teach your child
No sin on them is laid
The sacrifice He made from love
With their love is now repaid
¡°Preston is the happiest person I
know,¡± Dad¡¯s friends often said. I
couldn¡¯t remember a time when there
wasn¡¯t a smile on his face. It came
from his generous and giving spirit, he
got joy out of helping others, even if
he sacrificed some things himself. He
had a deep faith in God and believed
the best about people.
Pushing my shopping cart past the
greeter and looking down at my list,
it was all I could do to keep my com-
posure. I always loved buying gifts for
Dad. He got so excited at the shirt or
shoes I¡¯d picked out for him. I¡¯d never
have that joy again.
I paused in front of the Christmas tree.
White tags hung from the branches.
Shoppers could choose a tag and buy a
gift for a child of an inmate, something
like that. I started to walk on.
Then, a sign in front caught my eye.
¡°Be a Santa for a Senior.¡± Huh? I¡¯d nev-
er heard of that program. I stopped.
Before I knew what I was doing, I
reached out and grabbed a tag which
Gift: shirt, size XL; pants, waist 42;
and shoes or socks, size 12-12.
Senior name: Preston.
I whipped my cart around and headed
to Men¡¯s Clothing. I suddenly, joyfully
had a gift to buy, for a senior with the
same name as my dad, and the same
The Wisdom Of A Child
A four year old was at the pediatrician for a
As the doctor looked down her ears with an
otoscope, he asked, ¡°Do you think I¡¯ll find Big
Bird in here?¡±
The little girl stayed silent.
Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor and
looked down her throat.
He asked, ¡°Do you think I¡¯ll find the Cookie
Monster down there?¡±
Again, the little girl was silent.
Then the doctor put a stethoscope to her chest.
As he listened to her heart beat, he asked, ¡°Do
you think I¡¯ll hear Barney in there?¡±
¡°Oh, no!¡± the little girl quickly replied, ¡°Jesus is
in my heart. Barney is on my underpants.¡±
A Christmas Story
Joy From Sorrow
¡°Happy Holidays!¡± the cheerful Walmart greeter
hollered as I breezed through the automatic
doors, an elf hat perched merrily on his head.
The store was decked out for the season.
Christmas was approaching rapidly and all the
shoppers around me seemed to be in the spirit.
I wished I could be too, but my gift list was one
name shorter than it should have been. Dad
was gone, and that was all I could think about.
After his doctor diagnosed him with leukemia at
the age of 69, he refused to get down. Up until
he took his final breaths, he kept smiling, try-
ing to keep us upbeat.
The Wise Men