Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Lyrics – Gene Autry Singer: Gene Autry Title: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen, But do you recall The most famous reindeer of all? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose, And if you ever saw it, You would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names; They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games. Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say: “Rudolph, with your nose so bright, Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” Then how the reindeer loved him, As they shouted out with glee, “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, You’ll go down in history!” Find more lyrics at You can purchase their music thru Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases Other Popular Songs:Ken Laszlo - Don't CryIshgenius & Kanaki - SIR FUCKO Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – Terjemahan / Translation Anda tahu Dasher, Penari dan Prancer dan Vixen, Komet dan cupid dan donder dan blitzen, Tapi apakah Anda ingat Rusa yang paling terkenal? Rudolf si rusa berhidung merah Memiliki hidung yang sangat mengkilap, Dan jika Anda pernah melihatnya, Anda bahkan akan mengatakan itu bersinar. Semua rusa lainnya Biasa tertawa dan memanggilnya nama; Mereka tidak pernah membiarkan Rudolph yang miskin Bergabunglah dalam game rusa apa pun. Lalu satu malam Natal berkabut, Santa datang untuk mengatakan: “Rudolph, dengan hidungmu begitu cerah, Maukah Anda memandu giring saya malam ini? ” Lalu bagaimana rusa itu mencintainya, Saat mereka berteriak dengan gembira, “Rudolf si rusa berhidung merah, Anda akan turun dalam sejarah! ” Find more lyrics at Lyrics Gene Autry – Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our blog to get the latest lyrics for all songs. We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂 You can purchase their music thru Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases Gene Autry - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Audio)

George Giuliani, a special education professor at Long Island University in New York, has recently proclaimed that the long-standing cartoon, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (along with the song by the same name) actually promotes poor choices and messages among children. You remember the cartoon, right? Because of his differences, Rudolph is ostracized from the North Pole and joins several other toys, animals and even a dentist-wannabe elf on the Island of Misfits. Eventually, the Misfits are able to return to the North Pole – on a foggy evening - and use their gifts to save Christmas. Of course, they all went down in however, contends that this story sends many sad and unnecessary lessons. One, it teaches children to let bullies rule their lives, as the misfits leave the area instead of standing up for themselves. Two, it teaches children that unless they have an extraordinary gift to offer their peers, they will never be accepted. He also contends that the movie actually teaches children how to bully others. And finally, it teaches children that some people take a harmless holiday classic way too seriously for their own remember vividly getting the TV guide out of the Sunday paper and circling when Rudolph would be airing on one of the three channels we got. Then I’d fret and fuss and fume until M*A*S*H went off and Rudolph was finally on. I’d cry when the misfits left, and I’d cry when the misfits save the day. I’d be scared when the Abominable Snowman tried to catch the misfits, then I’d laugh when they were all friends again. This was the routine every single year until high school and I started spending my time bullying other kids since I’d learned how to do it so flawlessly thanks to Comet, the jest, of course, I didn’t learn how to bully from the cartoon. I learned how to bully from bullies!! That’s not to say the cartoon was without its lessons. One year, probably third grade or so, the day after watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, I noticed a boy in my class was standing out on the other side of the tree at the far-end of the playground during recess. I knew in my heart-of-hearts that he must be feeling some kind of sad or he’d be playing with our classmates. I ran out to the tree and looked him square in the face; I told him that he was a good person, and I was so sorry he felt sad and he was a good draw-er (because I’d seen the doodles of cars on his notebook) and I asked him to just come back and play with everyone else instead of running off to the Island of told me to just go away because he was playing hide and seek, and I was giving away his prime hiding I missed the mark in that situation, but the point is that because of Rudolph and the other misfits, I had become empathic (but not intuitive apparently) and I don’t think that’s a bad trait for our kids to have.

Illustration is an engaging marketing modality. Its execution at Christmas-time has gifted many successes to America’s biggest can forget A Charlie Brown Christmas? The 1965 animated television special decried the “anti-commercialization” of the holiday. Little kids, including me, were sold on Charlie Brown’s angst about promoting the real meaning of Christmas among friends caught up in the distractions of the season. Dolly Madison, the series’ corporate Snack Cake sponsor leveraged our fixation to sell something to us as well. No “Good Grief” about that creative tactic! In addition to the association with the annual TV appearance, Dolly Madison incorporated Peanuts characters in their advertising and packaging during the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s. Regarding commercialization, “Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?,” pleads Charlie Brown. Lucy responds, “Look, Charlie Brown, let’s face it. We all know that Christmas is a big commercial racket.” Illustration promotes teaching moments and moves products. Ask Dolly “shining” example of the power of illustration in holiday marketing came in 1939 from Robert L. May, a Montgomery Ward copywriter. He was tasked with writing a poem for a free children’s coloring book giveaway intended to engage families and improve store traffic. Drawing on his own childhood experience with bullying, May created the character of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, a little buck ostracized for his shiny nose. Rudolph was a huge hit. Wards distributed million free copies of the story that initial year. The character also made its way into cards, songs and an animated series of his own. Again, the power of illustration to promote commercial sales!Illustration is central in many retail and product sales campaigns and in memorable safety, environmental and wellness Ignition Creative Solutions for your next campaign. It’s time to position your products and services to make lasting impressions. They may even “go down in history!”1.

It's amazing how much we can learn from Christmas songs. Even "Rudolph, the Red-NosedReindeer"speaks of four-legged northern creatures bullying the "weirdest" of the group, and then realizing his potential could save Christmas. Here is another thought: What would be more amazing is using our new found holiday knowledge and use it year round. Several radio stations worldwide devote their airtime to playing Christmas music around the clock and thus, you'll hear music like "Mary, Did You Know," or "O Holy Night" at Christmas that you normally wouldn't hear in July. There is a market at Christmastime catered toward those who want to hear, or sing along, the story of the birth of Jesus whether they recognize him personally as the Saviour of the world or not. This same Saviour came to bring peace, and there are several events of this past year that bring to light the necessity of some sort of "peace" worldwide. Should we discuss the attack on those in Paris this year? This was obviously a terrible event that brought attention to the why's and how's regarding terrorism. Another topic of discussion includes Canada and her stance on welcoming Syrian refugees. Canadians can talk all they want about whether it is a good thing to allow immigrants from a wore-torn nation and a perceived threat of being violent themselves step foot north of the 49th. Sure, there must be some major "i's" to dot and "t's" to cross before the Canadian government should make it official, but I, for one, and my wife concurs, believe that if the peace of Jesus welcomes such people at his feet, they should be most welcome at ours. Blind Muslim Trust Experiment, Stockholm - An Experience of Acceptance and Peace Whatever songs you sing, hear, play and hum in the shower be songs you'll stand by next summer. Remember that line in the song "Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me." Perhaps that starts with welcoming refugees in your hometown. Perhaps it means helping your kids package up Christmas gifts for less fortunate neighbour kids down the street. You don't have to be religious after all to pick up the Bible for the first time. So since it is Christmas, take a read at the book of Romans chapter 12, verse 18, where it reads, "If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone." I suppose if we can learn anything from a Christmas theme, the story of Rudolph, that red-nosed reindeer, holds the best example: "Then all the reindeer loved him," after they realized bullying Rudolph about that bright red nose of his was foolish since Rudolph could make a difference in the world. We may not be able to save Christmas like our red-nosed friend, but we can certainly shed a little peace. "The Little Drummer Boy" Performed by John Schlitt - A Song About Humility and Peace Check out RetroSwitch's Christmas Special THIS FRIDAY, Dec. 18, 2015 with yours truly, Parker! It will be a presentation I hope you enjoy and will serve greatly for any gathering. Check out one of the songs featuring on the Special, by John Schlitt, solo artist and frontman of Grammy award winning band Petra, "The Little Drummer Boy." Experience music based on Scripture fitted for the Christmas Season and beyond. Coming Up: RetroSwitch Christmas Special Dec. 25: RetroSwitch Special Presentation: The New Young Messiah Jan. 1: RetroRequested: Songs requested by YOU!

Merle Haggard Merle Haggard Merle Ronald Haggard (born April 6, 1937) is an American country music song writer, singer, guitarist, fiddler and instrumentalist. Along with Buck Owens, Haggard and his band The Strangers helped create the Bakersfield sound, which is characterized by the unique twang of Fender Telecaster and the unique mix with the traditional country steel guitar sound, new vocal harmony styles in which the words are minimal, and a rough edge not heard on the more polished Nashville Sound recordings of the same era. more » Year: 2011 2:50 119 Views Playlists: #1 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen. But do you recall The most famous reindeer of all Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight Then all the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in history Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight Then all the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in hi-sto-ry The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: Written by: Johnny Marks Lyrics © Roba Music Verlag GMBH, DistroKid, ST. NICHOLAS MUSIC INC. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind Citation Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography: Missing lyrics by Merle Haggard? Know any other songs by Merle Haggard? Don't keep it to yourself! The Web's Largest Resource for Music, Songs & Lyrics A Member Of The STANDS4 Network Watch the song video Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer more tracks from the album Country Christmas [Sony] #1#1#2#2#3#3#4Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer#4#5#5#6#7#9#10#11#12#7#13#14#15#16#18#19#20#21#22#23 Browse Our awesome collection of Promoted Songs » Quiz Are you a music master? » What is AC/DC's most popular song according to Spotify? A. Back in Black B. Thunderstruck C. It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Want to Rock 'n' Roll) D. Highway to Hell Merle Haggard tracks On Radio Right Now Powered by Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here! Movies in which is played Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer » Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Ladybug was rather proud of herself as she raced across the Paris rooftops on Christmas Eve. Her visit to the children’s hospital had been a complete success, and since she had made arrangements to surprise her parents with a romantic night out of dinner and the theater she didn’t even have to worry about anyone noticing her absence. It was a shame Chat Noir had been unavailable. It might have been nice for the two of them to hang out during her unexpected free time. Oh a whim she headed over towards the Eiffel Tower, thinking perhaps it might be nice to put in an impromptu public appearance while she enjoyed the holiday decor. However, she paused when she saw a lone figure slumped against the interior wall of the Agreste mansion. Her heart sped up as she changed directions to take a closer look. Sure enough, her instincts had been correct. Leaning against the stonewall was a tuxedo clad Adrien Agreste. He looked tired, his expression drawn. She doubted he had been outside long, given his lack of coat and how cold it was outside. He seemed consumed by the shadows of the barren courtyard with its unforgiving stone marble, a stark contrast to the bright light pouring from the windows of the house. The sounds of the party echoing in the distance- the strains of a small chamber orchestra, the chatter of guests and the soft chiming of glasses as the wealthy and elite of Paris celebrated another year of prosperity. Adrien stood, alone and silent, lost in his own thoughts. She landed quietly on the snow covered ground behind him. “What are you doing out here?” she asked. He turned around, surprised and alert. “Ladybug! I wasn’t expecting…” he trailed off, giving her a slow head to toe glance and clearly biting back laughter. “I um, like your outfit,” he said holding a hand in front of his mouth to hide his grin. It was in that moment that Ladybug remembered that she hadn’t bothered to change out of the themed costume she had made for her hospital visit. Her eyes widened in horror. The Red and white trimmed capelet frock coat complete with holly embroidery and silver bell accents might have been alright on its own, but she wasn’t sure how she was ever going to live down knowing that her crush had seen her sporting large, bell covered reindeer antlers. “It was for charity,” she blurted, positive that her blush was visible even with her mask, “Chat dressed up last year, but he couldn’t go this time so I figured I should keep the tradition alive.” Adrien’s smile morphed from one of amusement to one of infinite fondness. “I think that your partner would feel very honored if he could see you right now.” “So,” Ladybug said hoping a change of subject would distract her flustered emotions, “you didn’t answer my question.” “What question?” “What are you doing out here?” “Oh. That. I’m hiding actually. These Galas are extremely boring if you are under the age of 40.” “They can’t be all bad.” “The last conversation I had was with a 75 year old dragon woman about the decreased stock value of Florentine lace and whether or not it was time to bring ruffles back into fashion.” “And what did you say to that?” “I said, ‘I’m not sure, what do you think father?’ and then snuck away when he started pontificating about the shocking overuse of A-line silhouettes in bridal wear.” Ladybug laughed. “Well I can see why you would want to escape from that.” “Besides, the company is better out here anyways.” “I’m flattered,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and grinning. They stood for a minute in companionable silence, both looking at up at the sky while sneaking glances at the other. “So-” “So-” They both began, laughing at their shared reaction. “You go first,” Adrien said bowing slightly and waving his hand for her to speak. “What all do you do at these famous Galas?” “You mean aside from hiding?” Adrien teased. “Mostly it’s just a lot of idle gossip and empty flattery. Sometimes a drawn out political debate if you are particularly unlucky. The food is usually excellent though, so I highly recommend sticking close to the buffet tables if you ever have the misfortune to attend.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Ladybug laughed. “Of course now I will be scared to come even if I did get invited.” “Oh, well in that case I take it all back. These parties are the highlight of the season, full of the best and brightest- please come save me from my boredom, I am begging you,” Adrien said clasping his hands together dramatically and giving her an exaggerated pout. “Well with an endorsement like that how could I refuse?” she said, her eyes sparkling. “No,” Adrien sighed even as he fought back a smile, “as much as it pains me, I will be the bigger person. Run away. Run away and save yourself.” “Come on, I am sure it wouldn’t be so bad. Unlike you I’ve never been to one of these elaborate parties. It might be nice to get to dress up in a beautiful gown and dance and drink expensive Champagne.” “You would be stunning,” Adrien said softly. Ladybug felt her cheeks flush as her eyes locked on his. “Why… why do you say that?” she breathed. “Well, if you look this amazing with antlers on your head, I can only imagine how spectacular you would look in an actual gown.” “Oooh,” Ladybug moaned even as she blushed, smiling, “you just had to see me in these stupid things!” “It is a sight I am going to cherish to my dying day.” The looked at each other before they both burst into another round of happy giggles. From inside the house the lively music slowed into a melodic waltz. “Would… would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand, his cheeks stained pink and his eyes not quite able to meet her own. Ladybug nodded, her voice caught in her throat as she placed her hand onto his. He pulled her in close, his other hand wrapping around to settle on the small of her back as he swept her into the steps of the waltz. They didn’t speak, simply allowing themselves to be caught up in the magic of the moment. The soft strains of the music seemed to weave with the winter wind as a gentle snowfall sparkled in the sky around them. They danced around the terrace, their matching blushes shrouded in the shadows of the night as they twirled to the soft melody coming from the house. When the song ended, they stood frozen, neither willing to break the moment. A strong gust of wind caused them both to shiver. Adrien chuckled lightly, finally letting go of her and wrapping his arms around himself. “I should probably get headed back inside. I hadn’t meant to be out here this long.” “We certainly don’t want you getting sick,” Ladybug said, smiling shyly up at him and toeing the ground, “although if your nose gets too red I can always loan you my antlers.” Adrien laughed again, a full happy sound that warmed her to her very soul. “Well it’s good to know that even if I am sick you will still come to my aid My…” he coughed, his face flushing again as he turned away embarrassed. “What?” “Nothing.” “No, what were you going to say?” she asked curiously. “I meant to say,” he stammered, “I am glad you will still come to my aid, my- my hero.” “Oh,” Ladybug said, feeling oddly disappointed though she wasn’t entirely sure why. “Well, that is my job. You know, saviour of Paris and all that!” She gave him a lopsided smile. He nodded, turning to look back towards the house as the musicians started up a particularly lively tune. “Well, I should get going.” “Right.” “This was… it was really great to see you,” he said. “Thanks, for stopping by.” “Of course! Anytime,” she said, her hands clasping against the fabric of her coat. He smiled at her again, giving her a quick wave as he turned to head back towards a side entrance into the house. “Adrien?” she called. He turned back questioningly, and before she could over think her decision she ran forward and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. It was hurried and brief, barely enough to feel the sensation of his slightly chilled skin against her lips. She pulled back, ready to throw her yo-yo out and run away as quickly as possible, but she found herself trapped by a hand at the small of her back. Adrien stared at her for a moment, his eyes full of wonder, but before she could utter any sort of explanation or apology he leaned down, and this time captured her lips with his own. Time seemed to stop. Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned into the kiss, feeling the pressure of his mouth- so much warmer than his cheek had been. It was a chaste kiss, neither party brave enough to push for more, but it was still dazzling, breathtaking, everything she had ever dreamed it would be. He pulled away after a few seconds, his other hand coming up to caress her face as he gazed at her with undisguised adoration. “I..I hope that was…” he stammered, “I mean, I didn’t mean-” Ladybug raised a finger to his lips to silence him. “Merry Christmas, Adrien,” she said, smiling at him with every ounce of love and affection she possessed. He grinned back, catching her hand in his own and placing another delicate kiss to the tips of her fingers. “Merry Christmas Ladybug.”

Editor’s Note: This is the second story in the series “Tragedy of The Wolf.” To read the first story “The Big Bad,” click here. “So I take a lighter to the Pigboy Magazine,” says the wolf, “and lob it into the treehouse.” The group around the sorting table breaks into laughter and mock indignation. “Den what happened?” asks Boris the senior mail clerk, an overweight grizzly bear wearing a pair of old wire frame spectacles. “Well, someone musta seen me. Next thing I know, a cop shows up at our front door, says I better follow him back to the station. So I go with him, just a cub in a ragged sweatshirt and a baseball cap, not the faintest idea of the world of shit I’m in. They let me off with a warning. Made the next day’s papers though.” Another round of grunts and chortles. Boris takes a long swig from a beer bottle. “So how’d you end up in this dump?” asks Donner, one of the older reindeer around the table, with fur speckled with grey. “I never did see those three pigs again. Heard they’re down in the valley now. Lawyers, finance-types, who knows. Assholes is what they were. Ma died a couple years later, so I drifted. Worked on a farm. Met a girl. Followed her around for a while.” “Well, Terry from Woodsville,” says Donner, “I’m sure glad we’ve got an extra pair a’ hands around—“ An eighth reindeer bursts into the mail room, its gait awkward and exaggerated. Donner and the other reindeer scatter, doing their best impressions of busy people diligently inspecting parcels, holding them to the light, weighing them, and then sorting them into bins. Boris lumbers around double-checking parcels nonchalantly, a beer bottle-shaped bulge showing through the fabric of his oversized trousers pocket. “Ey!” says the reindeer. “Ey! What is this? You fools ain’t being paid to sit around. We’re on the clock here!” He taps his watch as one would their feet: obnoxiously, that is. The reindeer has a narrow face and a long snout that culminates in a large bulbous nose and flared nostrils. His grey suit jacket is half a size too large and hangs shapelessly off his lanky shoulders. “Sorry Rudy,” says Donner, “just getting to know the new guy.” He nods at Terence, who smiles meekly. “Getting to know the new guy. Getting to know—oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt you guys? Can I offer you some cheese? Some crackers? A glass of champagne? No? You sure?” Rudy pauses to adjust his tie. “Because if I catch anyone one of you slacking off again—there’ll be hell to pay. You get me?” “Sorry Rudy—“ “Excuse me?” “Sorry— sir?” “Good. And new guy,” says Rudy, “get the fuck back to work.” He turns on his heels and strides through the double doors. “Who the hell was that?” says Terence. “Rudy. Used to be just some guy who worked here in the mail room,” says Donner. “We never got along with him. Never liked him. Just something about him, you know?” “Real prick,” says Boris. “Then one day he comes in to work like he’s about to have a coronary. Says he was having a smoke in the parking lot the night before and heard noises coming from an old Mercedes parked in the corner. He went over to check it out, and lo and behold: it was The Chairman. Mister-fucking-Claus himself, in the back seat doing the dirty with his secretary.” “Then what happened?” says Terence. “Well, the next morning management promoted him to Mail Room Assistant Supervisor. The Chairman even came down here to congratulate him. Now he thinks he’s the shit,” says Donner, “Just— you know, play along so he can lay off our backs.” “Yeah, total douche,” says Boris. Jiksun Cheung is a brand strategist and a postcard designer. He and his wife share their home in Hong Kong with two boisterous toddlers and enough playdough to last a lifetime. His work appears in SmokeLong Quarterly, The Molotov Cocktail, The Daily Drunk, Flash Fiction Magazine, and others. Find him at @JiksunCheung and

Excellent. You look super. Ok...I got this and immediately thought of Gavin, and what a blessing he is! Love you guys! DeanaGOD LIVES UNDER THE BED I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark > bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, > I see. Under the bed...' I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my ownroom. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabledas a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with thecapabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably alwaysbelieve that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realizes heis different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at aworkshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eathis favourite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme islaundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a motherwith her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores. And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. ' That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won't be surprised at all!

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