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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps

Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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A Scarred and Broken Man

Two tragedies made a man bitter and hard.
Life became intolerable after he was scarred.
On Christmas Day his granddaughter fell in his pool and drowned.
Because of that terrible accident, that poor girl is no longer around.

When he found her dead body, he was horrified by what he saw.
Just six months earlier, he also lost his daughter and son-in-law.
Now he hates Christmas more than he would a plague.
Just the mention of Christmas fills this man with rage.

This man became so bitter that his heart is now as black as coal.
Those tragedies destroyed his life, they sure did take their toll.
His granddaughter was taken far too soon, she was only five.
Ten Christmases have passed since but he still mourns because they didn't survive.

(This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © randy johnson

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The Perfect Christmas Gift

The perfect gift
Is often a myth
It's clearly out of reach

You're already gone
Never to respawn
But listen to me preach

The best gift of all
Is hearing your call
And having you back with me

It's been too long
I wrote us a song
I wish you were here to see

Christmas is about love
The innocence of a dove
But also family

Grandpa that's you
We all know it's true
I fall right under your tree

You are my gift
That one wish
I'll glance up at the moon

I'll blow you a kiss
It'll never miss
Grandpa I'll see you soon

Copyright © Alex Riker

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O What A Night

O What A Night

My name is Benny, and I was one of those shepherds who were watching over the sheep the night that Jesus was born.  It's a night that we will never forget, nor cease to tell others about our encounter of a lifetime.  How could we ever forget those sudden sounds and how the heavenly host lit up the night sky?

I remember from a very young child on my grandfather’s knee, stories were read to me from the Book of Isaiah. But who could be really sure when these things would really happen?  Would it happen in my life time?  Only God knew for sure, even though the prophets were rather clear about the times and seasons for the Christ child.

I was always gazing into the distant sky, but I saw nothing extraordinary going on that night.  Who would have thought that an amazing announcement would be made in an open field to lowly shepherds?  And never in a million years would I have thought that we would be among the first recipients of an amazing message about the  Messiah’s birth.  Well, that’s exactly what happened.

On a dark and quiet night as we tended our flocks, we were startled as an angel suddenly appeared!  We were quickly put at ease by the angel's calming voice as he told us the purpose for his appearance.  I had to pinch myself, wondering if I was dreaming.  We followed the angel’s instructions and went into Bethlehem where we met Joseph and Mary, and were among the first to see Jesus. He looked as normal as any baby I've seen, except for his eyes.  His eyes, so clear and pure, said to me, "I love you."

We shared with them the things that we were experiencing, and they appeared to be as amazed as we were and hungered to hear more.  We told them everything that we encountered.  Afterwards, we started spreading the news all over town.  O what a night!  I felt like a major player in this awesome event, being privileged to share the best news the world had ever heard.  Sure, angels had appeared to  Abraham and Moses, but I found it hard to imagine that I, just a shepherd, had been visited by a heavenly being.

We did as we were told and returned to our jobs.  We were among many that night who went about doing their assigned task.  We later heard that there were wise men who came from the East and presented to Jesus gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and myrrh.  None of us  considered  ourselves to be anyone special, because we all realized that the baby born in the Bethlehem manger was the only one special.
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Copyright © curtis johnson