All Saints Sunday Homework

November 3, 2025November 2, 2025 / Greg Asimakoupoulos

**Cemeteries are holy ground where seeds of love are sown**

You took the time to hand out treats
to pintsize bandits on the street
who rang your bell last Friday night.
It’s what you do each year.

But then come Sunday, did you list
the names of those you dearly miss
who left us through the door of death
within the past twelve months?

There’s Halloween and All Saints Day.
We know the first, but dare I say
we often overlook the next
and fail to pay our dues.

It’s not too late. There still is time
to make a list. There’s yours and mine.
And thank the Lord for those we’ve lost
who we won’t e’er forget.

Peace to their memory!

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A Tribute to a Favorite Aunt

October 31, 2025October 27, 2025 / Greg Asimakoupoulos

**Greg and his father’s youngest sister**

The angels came for her last night,
my dad’s surviving sib.
My Auntie Loie was my fav
since I was just a kid.

She made me feel like I was king.
She spoiled me for sure.
So, when I think of relatives,
my mem’ries are of her.

Her life was not a piece of cake.
Much heartache took its toll.
But Loie learned to lean upon
the Savior of her soul.

When I grew up and lost my way,
my Auntie Lo was there.
She helped me focus, gave me space
and counseled me with prayer.

I found my footing once again
with gratitude to her.
My dad’s kid sister welcomed me
just like her Jesus served.

Though Loie’s gone, her love remains.
It’s deep within my heart.
Before she left, she graced my life
with much that leaves a mark.

Peace to her memory!

P.S. Loie died as Wendy and I were celebrating our oldest daughter’s wedding in Chicago. It truly was a bittersweet day!

Remembering the Sundance Kid

September 19, 2025September 16, 2025 / Greg Asimakoupoulos

**Robert Redford’s iconic portrayal in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid**

“Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head”
because the Sundance Kid is dead.
The entertainer won our hearts
the way we were back then.

The sting of death can’t be ignored.
But thanks to God, our risen Lord
has robbed the grave of endless grief
and offers life beyond.

Eternal life’s reserved for those
whose faith in Christ (with hope) still grows
as they await a promised joy
that will not be denied.

Peace to his memory!

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The Time is Near

August 29, 2025August 12, 2025 / Greg Asimakoupoulos

**A doctor shares a dreaded diagnosis with a patient**

The doctor says your time is near.
And what that means is crystal clear.
A time to hope and not give in.
A time for faith to grown within.

A time for walking with the Lord
and trusting Him for what’s in store.
A time for standing on God’s Word
with confidence your prayers are heard.

A time for sitting with your tea
and thanking God for family.
A time for kneeling at your bed
to give the Lord the fears you dread.

A time for laying still at night
and knowing things will be alright.
A time for living every day
including ones when skies are gray.

A time for reading a good book
content to let another cook.
A time for laughing at a joke
and spending time until you’re broke.

A time for getting extra rest
and taking stock of how you’re blest.
A time for sharing your beliefs
without concern for critics’ beefs.

So, when you hear the time is near,
don’t be dismayed of start to fear.
Those words are just a way to say
you’ve got the means to seize the day!

An Empty Place

December 22, 2023December 6, 2023 / Greg Asimakoupoulos

**Facing the first Christmas without that certain someone is painful**

Lord, there will be an empty place
at the Christmas table this year
and I’m not able to face it alone.

Please pass a second helping of Your grace.
I can’t seem to get enough of it these days.

The lights on the tree are all ablur
as I look through swollen eyes.
The carols catch in my throat.

Wise men and shepherds,
angels and stars,
Christmas cards, candles and gifts–
They all used to move me.
But this year I’m scarred
by wounds too fresh to heal.

And I’m scared by what I feel–
haunting memories,
good ones,
but regrets, too.
Too many tears.
Too few tissues.
Too many days in December.

And all because the one I love is dead.
And is my heart.
I’m so afraid of what still lies ahead.

Please remind me that Easter,
and all that it promises,
will soon be here.

Dear God, maybe then I can celebrate
the good tidings of Christmas
in spite of this empty chair.