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God Has a Sense of Humor
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By Gary James Smith
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After moving out west from Ontario we were still a bit homesick. You know how that goes. There is always something about home that never leaves you, seems to be part and parcel of life.

We decided to take a day trip as a family and chose Banff, Alberta which is about ninety miles west of Calgary. Being quite a tourist destination, I said to my wife wouldn't it be something if we met someone from Sault Ste. Marie, who happened to be visiting this area.

As we were driving I would scan each license plate , seeking a car dealership decal to identify their location in Ontario. During the course of the day I saw a number of Ontario plates but nothing to give Sault Ste. Marie as their point of discovery. I will be honest here, I did feel a tad downcast when nothing materialized to that effect.

I will never forget, arriving in Calgary a number of hours later, when we pulled up in front of our house and lo and behold, an Ontario license plate, and more, lo and behold, a Sault Ste. Marie, car dealership sticker. The facial transformation and increase in heart palpation is still a precious memory to me today. We could hardly wait to see who was here from the Sault.

Back in those days you could leave your doors unlocked, and we did. Upon entering we were pleasantly surprised to see a pastor from Sault Ste. Marie with his wife and family.

You can well imagine the joy and fellowship we had as I shared with them how I had been looking for a car from Ontario and Sault. Ste. Marie in particular while in Banff.

All the while God had this surprise waiting for us here in Calgary. God has a sense of humor and as well He satisfies the longing hearts.


Home sweet home, the thought of it
What precious memories there
The childhood days, of yesteryear
Thoughtful times to share.

Friends we went to school with
Times within our home
Relatives always visiting
Rarely ever alone.

Fishing holes, our secret spots
The places where we'd sit
And meditate upon our lives
Just for the fun of it.

Baseball games at Little League
'Were we going to win?"
The early morning practices
The exercises begin.

Then night would come,day was gone
I'd kneel down to pray
Now I lay me down to sleep
Lord thank you for today.

Copyright April l0, 2011
Gary James Smith

Friend it is wonderful to meet someone from your hometown, but how much more wonderful to know that you will see them forever in that home called Heaven if they know the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour. What an opportunity God has given us to share that good news of the gospel of salvation by grace through faith in Him. That is truly, 'HOME SWEET HOME' when we spend eternity with the One who loved us and gave His life for us.

Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

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Submitted: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Last Updated: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca

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