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    St. Nick’s Tears

    Posted on Saturday 19 December 2009 by Greg @ 9:54 am
    Filed under: Rants

    Can you hear St. Nick crying?
    His tears fall softly on the ground.
    They’re hard to hear beyond the hustle
    Of holiday cheer and Christmas sounds.

    Before we transformed him into Santa
    He was a real man of flesh and blood.
    Only one thing about him was different,
    It was a heart that beat strong for God.

    When he was young he lost his parents.
    They left him all their worldly wealth.
    But young St. Nick had no concern
    About his own financial health.

    He used his money to feed the poor
    To help those in real need.
    He chose a life of selfless service,
    Instead of worldly greed.

    He took care of impoverished children
    By giving them coins of gold.
    He slipped the gifts under doors at night
    And from this act his legend grows.

    It has grown as wide as Santa .
    And deep as North Pole snow.
    From flying reindeer to little elves
    Or so the story goes.

    But Santa loves children too.
    He gives them gifts at night.
    He drops the presents and flies away,
    Before we catch a sight.

    But behind the fable lies the truth
    Of an amazing boy called “Nick,”
    Who gave up earthly riches
    To help the poor and sick.

    The real St. Nick should be the hero,
    He gave it all for love of God.
    He served the poor in secret,
    And not for man’s applause.

    A persecution against Christians
    Spread throughout the land.
    Although tortured and imprisoned,
    For Christ he took his stand.

    He refused to bow his knee to idols.
    Though tortured, he would not give in.
    He would rather lose his own life
    Than disown the One who died for Him.

    And now from heaven St. Nick cries
    He sees our selfish greed,
    How we’ve forsaken our Christmas calling
    Of serving those in desperate need.

    He cries because he sees us bow
    To the naughty, not the nice,
    For we serve the god of wrapping paper
    Instead of the true Lord, Jesus Christ.

    The One who gave up untold riches,
    The One who lived to die for sins,
    The One in whom we put our trust,
    The One in whom new life begins.

    Can you hear St. Nick crying?
    Do you have his broken heart?
    Are you ready for something deeper?
    Do you want a brand new start?

    If you’re sick of yuletide fables,
    If you’re tired of Christmas greed,
    Then put your faith in Jesus,
    And reach out to those in need.

    With each present that you open up,
    And each present that you give,
    May you remember the One who died,
    So that you and I could live.

    The spirit of St. Nicholas
    Is alive and well today
    It began 2,000 years ago
    In a manger filled with hay.

    Signed, Greg Stier
    8 Comments

    8 Comments for 'St. Nick’s Tears'

    1. On December 19, 2009 @ 4:32 pm Justin Klatt said:
      • Dude Greg great poem man. Wow, I loved it. I will share that with others.

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    2. On December 20, 2009 @ 12:25 pm Emily said:
      • Greg I need some major advice. You see I have been reading your book “You’re Next” and I recently let my friend borrow it. She showed me a story in there when your friend heard voices comming from underneath the sink. It was a very interesting story and I had always kept it in the back of my mind. Well about three days later my friend Drea had written me on Myspace a letter that caught my attention.
        “Dreaming dreams and such… I have yet to find out what they mean.

        Also, getting spiritually attacked….I hear voices in my house calling my name. Not pleasant whatsoever.” Then I had asked her “Where do you hear them coming from? Dude you can write me on Facebook too.” I asked that since that was one of the first things that popped into my mind. So she wrote me on Facebook the next day and had written this “Normally when I hear voices, I’m either extremely tired or extremely depressed. When I’m extremely depressed, I hear them coming from the air vents. It’s not anything I can make out. It just sounds like a lot of whispering.
        The last time that I actually heard my name, it was right in my ear. I called my friend Brittany all the way in Washington and woke her up cause I was freaked out so bad.
        When I was seriously considering suicide, I’d hear my mom calling my name down the hall where her room was. I could hear her over my headphones, so I’d pause the song and walk down there. But she said she never called me no matter how many times I asked if she was sure.
        I remember my youth leader Debbie telling me that when her husband was a kid, he’d hear his mom calling his name, but when he asked her about it, she denied ever having called him. So one day, she told him that when he heard his name to say, “Yes, Lord?” And I thought it might be something like that. But there’s no way that God would speak to me out loud. Not like that. It felt violating to hear my name so close with no explanation. God wouldn’t do that to me….
        So much spiritual stuff has gone down in such a short amount of time that it’s getting scary. Like paralyzing fear. I don’t like it….There were three dreams that I had, then I actually prophesied over Brittany, and God prophesied over me. It’s overloading me and I want to shut down, but I want to pursue the hell out of it because it’s exciting!” I have no idea how to respond to this. I told her that I wasn’t sure what voices they were. Greg I hope and pray that you write back to this. I would have written you personally but I couldn’t find a “Write Greg Stier” anywhere so I assumed that this might be the closest way possible to reach to you. Please I need this advice because I do not want my friend to be spiritually attacked.

        Sincerely,
        Emily

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        greg stier Reply:
        December 22nd, 2009 at 1:35 pm

        Emily, thanks for your email. My advice would be to really make sure your friend understands the gospel message. If you need some help with that go to http://www.gospeljourney.com. It’s tough to discern “voices”. My challenge to you is to really dive into God’s Word (the Bible) because we know that it is the voice of God and those are the words of God. As for your friend, why not memorize Ephesians 6:10-20 together and quote it everytime you feel Satan is attacking. If you read Matthew 4 you’ll see that’s how Jesus responded to Satan’s attacks. He set the example for us to do the same.

        Hope that helps.

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        Emily Reply:
        December 26th, 2009 at 6:28 pm

        Thank you that did help us out a lot! Merry Christmas and Happy New Years!

        Sincerely,
        Emily

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    3. On December 20, 2009 @ 9:40 pm Katelyn said:
      • Greg, I hate leaving comments that have little to nothing to do with what you’ve posted… I did read it though :) I need to vent to someone. (I’d send you a message on fb, but I’m using the school laptop and it’s blocked)

        I’ll get to the point, tonight just completely tore me apart… I hate this soooo much!!! I guess I’m REALLY bothered by the fact that my mom is extremely un-supportive. Something happened earlier that set the mood, my gma blamed me for having a “bad attitude”… and I left and went to the back room and locked the door, left the lights off and turned on my mp3 player. I don’t even know how to describe it all cus I’ve basically been crying since 7 something… and it’s 10:30 now…

        In the car, I snaped at my mom… I accidently slipped and droped the F bomb… once though. I’m not too proud about that… I told her basically, that she needs to care more, support more…. I guess why I’m hurt is, I do not see how in the world I’m ever going to be able to do this CM thing without support from mom? And hurt because I want to skip christmas and new years day. Goes back to May 8th of this year… the day my parents officialy got a divorce. I’m not looking forward to christmas at all… just another day to rub reality in…as if it isn’t enough already?!

        I could use some prayer… haven’t met with the activities director yet, and I’d like this christmas to be well… for everyone.& I want to give up…right now, dying seems less painful than this. :’(

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        Katelyn Reply:
        December 22nd, 2009 at 12:12 am

        Greg, I think I might of freaked some people out with the facebook status about this… about the whole ‘dying seems less painful than this…’ I’m no where near thinking about doing such a thing to myself or to the ones around me. How could I do that?! Knowing I’d be quitting on those teens at my high school and those Christian teens who need to know how to effectivly reach their friends who don’t know Jesus.

        I’d really like to know what’s “pushing” me to continue on this journey to reach those who don’t know Jesus. Wait, I don’t want to know, I like it to remain a mystery :)

        Hope I didn’t freak you out… After posting the two facebook statuses about this, I guess God used this twist to show me that I do have people in my life who do care… or used to grow in my relationship with others, I have like 10 comments on both of them. and the messages I got from my friends. ;) I don’t know. But, I do know that God is the bestest ever!!

        Tell me I didn’t freak you out! ;) I’m in a much better mood than I was then.. I felt soo much better after I got out of being “trapped” inside this appartment. I guess being inside for too long, messes with my emotions… Maybe I should make plans more often to get out of this place and hang with friends at like the mall.!?

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    4. On January 12, 2010 @ 12:21 pm Amanda said:
      • OK this is super impactful! I like how you say that he was a strong man of GOD. And that we serve the gods of wrapping paper. Did you write this?

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