tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85169051206500852752024-03-13T16:30:02.783-04:00Glory In The CrossA place where I can share my Christian views and ideas.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-85856958737609989422008-07-28T13:52:00.001-04:002008-07-28T13:58:48.691-04:00The GardenCome to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses...<br /><br />FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:<br /> 1. Peace of mind<br /> 2. Peace of heart<br /> 3. Peace of soul<br /><br />PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:<br /> 1. Squash gossip<br /> 2. Squash indifference<br /> 3. Squash grumbling<br /> 4. Squash selfishness<br />PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:<br /> 1. Lettuce be faithful<br /> 2. Lettuce be kind<br /> 3. Lettuce be patient<br /> 4. Lettuce really love one another<br /><br />NO GARDEN IS WITHOUT TURNIPS:<br /> 1. Turnip for meetings<br /> 2. Turnip for service<br /> 3. Turnip to help one another<br /><br />TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:<br /> 1. Thyme for each other<br /> 2. Thyme for family<br /> 3. Thyme for friends<br /><br />WATER FREELY WITH PATIENCE AND CULTIVATE WITH LOVE. THERE IS MUCH FRUIT IN YOUR GARDEN BECAUSE YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-68161708441928312262008-07-15T14:42:00.001-04:002008-07-15T14:42:43.847-04:00Picnics...A minister's six-year-old girl had been so naughty during the week that her mother decided to give her the worst kind of punishment: she couldn't go to the Sunday school picnic.<br /><br />When the day came, her mother felt she had been too harsh and changed her mind. When she told the little girl she could go to the picnic, the child's reaction was one of gloom and unhappiness.<br /><br />"What's the matter? I thought you'd be glad to go to the picnic," her mother said.<br /><br />"It's too late!" the little girl said. "I've already prayed for rain."Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-75184049597618019422008-06-08T13:17:00.000-04:002008-06-08T13:33:48.285-04:00Welcome to Holland . . .I want to warn you right now that this is a tear jerker story. If you have, or know, a disabled child, this will most definitely make you cry.<br /><br />Our preacher shared this story with us this morning. His youngest son, the 4th child, is 7 and is Down's Syndrome. A friend gave him this the day after he was born.<br /><br /><><><><br /><br />I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......<br /><br />When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.<br /><br />After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."<br /><br />"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."<br /><br />But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.<br /><br />So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.<br /><br />It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.<br /><br />But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."<br /><br />And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.<br /><br />But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-64433406758555138142008-04-22T11:14:00.001-04:002008-04-22T11:14:35.601-04:00Kids Answer Questions About MothersHere's how several elementary school students answered the following questions about moms:<br /><br />Why did God make mothers?<br /><br /> * She's the only one who knows where the Scotch tape is.<br /> * Mostly to clean the house.<br /> * To help us out of there when we were getting born.<br /><br />How did God make mothers?<br /><br /> * He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.<br /> * Magic, plus superpowers and a lot of stirring.<br /> * God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.<br /><br />What ingredients are mothers made of?<br /><br /> * God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world … and one dab of mean.<br /> * They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.<br /><br />Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?<br /><br /> * We're related.<br /> * God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-87250737960770477292008-04-22T09:59:00.001-04:002008-04-22T09:59:56.360-04:00I said a prayer for you todayI said a prayer for you today and I know God must have heard,<br />I felt the answer in my heart although He spoke no word.<br />I didn't ask for wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn't mind,<br />I asked Him to send you treasures of a far more lasting kind.<br />I asked that He'd be near you at the start of each new day,<br />To grant you health and blessings and friends to share the way.<br />I asked for happiness for you in all things great and small,<br />But it was for His loving care I asked for most of all.<br /><br />-Frank ZamboniBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-45422527804071947402008-04-17T10:33:00.002-04:002008-12-09T16:51:34.064-05:00The House of 1000 Mirrors (Japanese folktale)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECSZIXqRtjFOx8PuuEtbzBvdvmU-0n4K41Z1MmTQn0KDb1pWdo7JA2wRTBvokXNV7wtpsbIEPSuLviX-9NsRA9_z5xGFhMM2jYBhyQqD7JqhIRnY0UTCT06YgFfza4fvV9jJQKyiFZ8tP/s1600-h/dog+mirror.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECSZIXqRtjFOx8PuuEtbzBvdvmU-0n4K41Z1MmTQn0KDb1pWdo7JA2wRTBvokXNV7wtpsbIEPSuLviX-9NsRA9_z5xGFhMM2jYBhyQqD7JqhIRnY0UTCT06YgFfza4fvV9jJQKyiFZ8tP/s320/dog+mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190223139939334034" /></a> Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. <br /><br />When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often." <br /><br />In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."<br /><br />All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-24154051471671726692008-03-23T21:17:00.000-04:002008-12-09T16:51:34.234-05:00He is Risen!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiEoMEAbqInqyk2DvNqN0WM4j-IopXvwxfz6WINMEZYHfdnS4zPq_1v_K476VfsM1jujfgpxDbtKoTV_Ginzdq0wsz_s2a5FzGBeR9PI86_2X0IxgpttiF1J8iaUYxLLH9pvM-BKqmI_1/s1600-h/He+is+Risen!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiEoMEAbqInqyk2DvNqN0WM4j-IopXvwxfz6WINMEZYHfdnS4zPq_1v_K476VfsM1jujfgpxDbtKoTV_Ginzdq0wsz_s2a5FzGBeR9PI86_2X0IxgpttiF1J8iaUYxLLH9pvM-BKqmI_1/s400/He+is+Risen!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181111293668384690" /></a>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-72179948551450961952008-03-16T22:10:00.002-04:002008-12-09T16:51:34.344-05:00Are you Jesus?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5HfKiQyAK25GUDCMlp4QpmEbxfGfcKg7nKX6v8NiUNNNEEkY1hsKTIqeAfC3_vRunalqbaPc_b7WK7331BFLGlyfzIqackEgKNlKMXMLuZdW-SjMtd0Th-CzIQTGM73VDGwrHQzd3qog/s1600-h/apple+cart.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5HfKiQyAK25GUDCMlp4QpmEbxfGfcKg7nKX6v8NiUNNNEEkY1hsKTIqeAfC3_vRunalqbaPc_b7WK7331BFLGlyfzIqackEgKNlKMXMLuZdW-SjMtd0Th-CzIQTGM73VDGwrHQzd3qog/s320/apple+cart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178527760979196866" /></a> A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.<br /><br />ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.<br /><br />He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did.<br /><br />The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.<br /><br />The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.<br /><br />When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, 'Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?' She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, 'I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly.'<br /><br />As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, 'Mister....' He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, 'Are you Jesus?'<br /><br />He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: 'Are you Jesus?' Do people mistake you for Jesus? That's our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.<br /><br />If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.<br /><br />You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-64892242115823432512008-03-11T08:34:00.002-04:002008-12-09T16:51:34.465-05:00Hi-Tech Gospel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTJBgDAiEDB565AoTV2ekHJpu102eWlskt-FBcxLdnF7zoLhSqtYqyBoI8zTfxVxl9XIe8Zzuy6uBjKOtx-brqu3tbvNF7_2HUoaSz6dvPkL2oo3ag_AkjTI6PMnoaPjZrb4jZVCCj_LC/s1600-h/Bible+computer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTJBgDAiEDB565AoTV2ekHJpu102eWlskt-FBcxLdnF7zoLhSqtYqyBoI8zTfxVxl9XIe8Zzuy6uBjKOtx-brqu3tbvNF7_2HUoaSz6dvPkL2oo3ag_AkjTI6PMnoaPjZrb4jZVCCj_LC/s400/Bible+computer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176462517364980610" /></a> These are great! Just thought I'd share... <br /><br />Without sounding too idealistic, we are living in the most exciting time in history. Consider the following:<br /><br />- Noah would have loved a chainsaw and nailgun<br />- Abraham and Moses needed a GPS<br />- Jacob would have loved a Temperpedic pillow, a black belt in Karate, and Match.com<br />- Joshua needed a boombox and bullhorn<br />- Gideon needed Scotch Guard for his fleece, and 300 Coleman lanterns for his army<br />- Hannah and Rachel would have loved invitro fertilization<br />- David could have used an M-16 with grenade launcher<br />- Solomon and Samson needed a 12-Step program for sex-aholics<br />- Elijah would have loved Dominos delivered twice a day by the Brook Cherith...in 30 minutes or less. He also needed a nice Armani suit.<br />- Elisha would have profited from a "bearable" anger management class<br />- Daniel could have used a 100-pound bag of catnip<br />- Eli needed Jennie Craig<br />- Hosea would have loved e-Harmony.com<br />- Job needed a good HMO plan, and AFLAC<br />- Esther needed the CIA, the FBI, a good security system, and (I hate to say it) the ACLU<br />- Caleb could have done TV commercials alongside of Jack LaLanne<br />- John the Baptist, Stephen and James needed defense attorney, Johnny Cochran ("if it does not fit, you must acquit")<br />- Nicodemus was lucky they didn't have papparazi and "The Enquirer" back then<br />- Paul would have loved a laptop, Blackberry, Lasik surgery, and a 4-pound polyfil REI sleeping bag<br />- and Timothy needed "Developing the Leader Within You," by John C. Maxwell<br /><br /> In spite of all the modern conveniences and excellent programs we have today, however, God used those Bible characters to bring about His purposes...in mighty ways. In fact, we are too heavily dependent on our own resources, and often miss the joy of walking by faith.<br /><br /> Today, may we turn it off, tune it out, power it down, and disarm it long enough to sit at the feet of Jesus, be filled with the Spirit and walk in the power of God.<br /><br /> - Kurt's Daily Muse http://www.bethesdadesigns.com/KurtMuse/Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-24812507713068139702008-03-09T09:10:00.002-04:002008-03-09T09:22:57.066-04:00Christian Ways to Reduce Stress"Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice."<br /><br />1. Pray.<br /><br />2. Go to bed on time.<br /><br />3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.<br /><br />4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.<br /><br />5. Delegate tasks to capable others.<br /><br />6. Simplify and un clutter your life.<br /> <br />7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)<br /><br />8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.<br /><br />9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.<br /><br />10. Take one day at a time.<br /><br />11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.<br /><br />12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.<br /><br />13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.<br /><br />14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.<br /><br />15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.<br /><br />16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.<br /><br />17. Get enough rest.<br /><br />18. Eat right.<br /><br />19 Get organized so everything has its place.<br /><br />20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.<br /><br />21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.<br /><br />22. Every day, find time to be alone.<br /><br />23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try to pray.<br /><br />24. Make friends with Godly people.<br /><br />25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.<br /><br />26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus."<br /><br />27. Laugh.<br /><br />28. Laugh some more!<br /><br />29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.<br /><br />30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).<br /><br />31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).<br /><br />32. Sit on your ego.<br /><br />33. Talk less; listen more.<br /><br />34. Slow down.<br /><br />35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.<br /><br />36 ... Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before.<br /><br />GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.<br />"If God is for us, who can be against us?"<br />(Romans 8:31)Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-18863316835974652092008-03-08T19:36:00.002-05:002008-12-09T16:51:34.812-05:00Five Finger Prayer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Lf2Qf15Fnb_UE8T4sETUZAs0ncrVv8MpxtphOAnIAGJleHqky8kphit5sN4mQt8YywQtbiUCFy2zH14TRyQxHg6IwpsDKkiUBK1UH6PCFUlBDMHPGRj5w8t7IEmcgA2HwLX8LbctkFHG/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Lf2Qf15Fnb_UE8T4sETUZAs0ncrVv8MpxtphOAnIAGJleHqky8kphit5sN4mQt8YywQtbiUCFy2zH14TRyQxHg6IwpsDKkiUBK1UH6PCFUlBDMHPGRj5w8t7IEmcgA2HwLX8LbctkFHG/s320/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175535160911330146" /></a> This is so neat. I had never heard this before. This is beautiful - and it is surely worth making the 5 finger prayer a part of our lives.<br /><br />1. Your thumb is nearest you. So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S. Lewis once said, a 'sweet duty.'<br /><br />2. The next finger is the pointing finger. Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep them in your prayers.<br /><br />3. The next finger is the tallest finger. It reminds us of our leaders. Pray for the president, leaders in business and industry, and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need God's guidance.<br /><br />4. The fourth finger is our ring finger. Surprising to many is the fact that this is our weakest finger, as any piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, in trouble or in pain. They need your prayers day and night. You cannot pray too much for them.<br /><br />5. And lastly comes our little finger - the smallest finger of all which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, 'The least shall be the greatest among you.' Your pinkie should remind you to pray for yourself. By the time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will be put into proper perspective and you will be able to pray for yourself more effectively.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-34030416084496295032008-03-02T22:40:00.000-05:002008-03-02T22:41:04.264-05:00The Scars of Life....Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.<br /><br />He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.<br /><br />His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.<br /><br />Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.<br /><br />Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.<br /><br />The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."<br /><br />You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.<br /><br />The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.<br /><br />Never judge another person’s scars, because you don't know how they got them. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too- enough to not let them go.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-72153857147439652962008-02-22T10:58:00.002-05:002008-12-09T16:51:34.942-05:00Meet Me In The Stairwell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRD0TYUvoP_FgA2IayTcSF-D2r8PtWgt8IqYyYq3e5u1Qvu4pf6nNYb3ej1-LfXPBN4ZEmrrwmuJhZGRaYtO6_faRt6ZmWbLr33ZoqXfAQfEOmp9uKrbdYuvz-oY6B4ts4CXvwpCzSHZI/s1600-h/stairwell.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRD0TYUvoP_FgA2IayTcSF-D2r8PtWgt8IqYyYq3e5u1Qvu4pf6nNYb3ej1-LfXPBN4ZEmrrwmuJhZGRaYtO6_faRt6ZmWbLr33ZoqXfAQfEOmp9uKrbdYuvz-oY6B4ts4CXvwpCzSHZI/s320/stairwell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169835340474736578" /></a><br /> You say you will never forget where you were when <br /> you heard the news On September 11, 2001. <br /> Neither will I. <br /><br /> I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room <br /> with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I <br /> held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the <br /> peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it <br /> is OK...I am ready to go.' <br /><br /> I was with his wife when he called as she fed <br /> breakfast to their children. I held her up as she <br /> tried to understand his words and as she realized <br /> he wasn't coming home that night. <br /><br /> I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a <br /> woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been <br /> knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said. <br /> 'Of course I will show you the way home - only <br /> believe in Me now.' <br /><br /> I was at the base of the building with the Priest <br /> ministering to the injured and devastated souls. <br /> I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He <br /> heard my voice and answered. <br /><br /> I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, <br /> with every prayer. I was with the crew as they <br /> were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the <br /> believers there, comforting and assuring them that their <br /> faith has saved them.<br /> <br /> I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan, Afghanistan. <br /> I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. <br /> Did you sense Me? <br /><br /> I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew <br /> every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me <br /> for the first time on the 86th floor. <br /><br /> Some sought Me with their last breath.<br /> <br /> Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the <br /> smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take <br /> my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. <br /> But, I was there. <br /><br /> I did not place you in the Tower that day. You <br /> may not know why, but I do. However, if you were <br /> there in that explosive moment in time, would you have <br /> reached for Me? <br /> <br /> Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey <br /> for you. But someday your journey will end. And I <br /> will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may <br /> be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are <br /> 'ready to go.' <br /><br /> I will be in the stairwell of your final moments. <br /><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;"> God</span>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-76190169885958553712008-01-23T09:44:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:51:35.132-05:00Coffee...served in an assortment of cups!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyy4JO8fbi_p3li6rc2SRpH_5j3w5E8D3e3z5ybGt0bCs8QJJIAWKJhGQsOzFIhctJPtmXDidq32Fz4TAYIhEONCSKDePVlTMn2C89eQCuhdA_XeTS6by0XTO0RQJjtC4b6zqSQzrADh4/s1600-h/coffe+cups.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyy4JO8fbi_p3li6rc2SRpH_5j3w5E8D3e3z5ybGt0bCs8QJJIAWKJhGQsOzFIhctJPtmXDidq32Fz4TAYIhEONCSKDePVlTMn2C89eQCuhdA_XeTS6by0XTO0RQJjtC4b6zqSQzrADh4/s320/coffe+cups.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158683696044245378" /></a> A group of alumni, all highly established in their respective careers, got together for a visit with their old university professor. The conversation soon turned to complaints about the endless stress of work and life in general... <br /><br />Offering his guests coffee, the professor went into the kitchen and soon returned with a large pot of coffee and an eclectic assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal - some plain, some expensive, some quite exquisite. <br /><br />Quietly he told them to help themselves to some fresh coffee. <br /><br />When each of his former students had a cup of coffee in hand, the old professor quietly cleared his throat and began to patiently address the small gathering... <br /><br />"You may have noticed that all of the nicer looking cups were taken up first, leaving behind the plainer and cheaper ones. While it is only natural for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is actually the source of much of your stress-related problems." <br /><br />He continued... "Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In fact, the cup merely disguises or dresses up what we drink. What each of you really wanted was coffee, not a cup, but you instinctively went for the best cups... Then you began eyeing each other's cups....'' <br /><br />"Now consider this: Life is coffee. Jobs, money, & position in society are merely cups. They are just tools to shape and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not truly define nor change the quality of the Life we live. Often, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee that God has provided us... God brews the coffee, but he does not supply the cups. Enjoy your coffee!" <br /><br />The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have... So please remember: Live simply. Love generously. Care Deeply. Speak Kindly. Leave the Rest to God. <br /><br />And remember - the richest person is not the one who has the most, but the one who needs the leastBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-69998009812092105352008-01-19T11:16:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:51:35.359-05:00A.S.A.P.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_kC61AnFt3mzkjnAKL771qIcCrjotYvJYnpnc935Tcf2Ax3GPblWHwlK0S_300oqjxkmqrxAOu4FEFD4G51VqB_0Zz-914Qh_PrhfvIQ_CbYDlEy7B45TLiHph1cflkRVhLrkRAX4GiF/s1600-h/boy+praying.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_kC61AnFt3mzkjnAKL771qIcCrjotYvJYnpnc935Tcf2Ax3GPblWHwlK0S_300oqjxkmqrxAOu4FEFD4G51VqB_0Zz-914Qh_PrhfvIQ_CbYDlEy7B45TLiHph1cflkRVhLrkRAX4GiF/s320/boy+praying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157223428545556626" /></a> Ever wonder about the abbreviation A.S.A.P.? Generally we think of it in terms of even more hurry and stress in our lives. Maybe if we think of this abbreviation in a different manner, we will begin to find a new way to deal with those rough days along the way. <br /><br />*************<br />There's work to do, deadlines to meet; <br />You've got no time to spare, <br />But as you hurry and scurry- <br />ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER <br /><br />In the midst of family chaos, <br />"Quality time" is rare. <br />Do your best; let God do the rest-<br />ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER. <br /><br />It may seem like your worries<br />are more than you can bear. <br />Slow down and take a breather-<br />ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER <br /><br />God knows how stressful life is;<br />He wants to ease our cares,<br />and He'll respond to all your needs-<br />ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-73031246793816387742008-01-14T13:50:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:51:35.599-05:0057 Cents That Made History<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYEPXKeWhSKkrkjXGF10meruhjASbcwl3EvSZd73JNjYfyoD3E_lGDfmGa0MTGuxAALdebUuHY_RRjYb-18BdxJ67qiP57wstf8BbdbPYffRHCj4LyTbVClgAjqx6GlgRNTvtsiNRElID/s1600-h/Coins.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYEPXKeWhSKkrkjXGF10meruhjASbcwl3EvSZd73JNjYfyoD3E_lGDfmGa0MTGuxAALdebUuHY_RRjYb-18BdxJ67qiP57wstf8BbdbPYffRHCj4LyTbVClgAjqx6GlgRNTvtsiNRElID/s320/Coins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155408568639795282" /></a><br />A sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it 'was too crowded'. "I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday School class. The child was so touched that she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.<br /><br />Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings and the parents called for the kind-hearted pastor, who had befriended their daughter, to handle the final arrangements. As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump. Inside was found 57 cents and a note scribble in childish handwriting which read, "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday school."<br /><br />For two years she had saved for this offering of love. When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion. He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building. But the story does not end there!<br /><br />A newspaper learned of the story and published it. It was read by a realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered it for a 57 cent payment.<br /><br />Church members made large subscriptions. Checks came from far and wide. Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00 a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.<br /><br />When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300, and Temple University, where hundreds of students are trained. Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of Sunday scholars, so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside at Sunday school time.<br /><br />In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russel H. Conwell.<br /><br />- a true story.<br /><br />Contributed by Kay McCraryBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-40474352272472067982008-01-10T14:13:00.001-05:002008-01-10T14:20:37.481-05:00Incredible TalentPlease take a moment to click on the link below to view the incredible talent of this young girl. She has been painting since she was 4 years old and she is now only 12 years old! She paints religious pictures that are unbelievable. <br /><br /><a href="http://tinyurl.com/yxewot">http://tinyurl.com/yxewot</a><br /><br />Let me know what you think!Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-92043631172862737442008-01-07T21:39:00.001-05:002008-12-09T16:51:36.788-05:00The Medicine You Need...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibh88Ce65fCnGT_0YQWnRGeeJkyJxGWL_jX3IoNrUFcG-H7U4sOetYibq4aZ8fKqMzjNkFoF1LG7g_DGCq3f0Mz78XA9BsFUAiIvelP8w1biXuUw-eEIszHwdqt8I1mZ7H0RPh7t40QO5l/s1600-h/Forgivenall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibh88Ce65fCnGT_0YQWnRGeeJkyJxGWL_jX3IoNrUFcG-H7U4sOetYibq4aZ8fKqMzjNkFoF1LG7g_DGCq3f0Mz78XA9BsFUAiIvelP8w1biXuUw-eEIszHwdqt8I1mZ7H0RPh7t40QO5l/s400/Forgivenall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152929930128371682" border="0" /></a>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-52036602910142616012008-01-01T13:25:00.001-05:002008-12-09T16:51:37.808-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij42UOjFrw1CXCGhRDmL_mwOqBoF7zmp36z-R7XEPg1_nAYx6A93AljtTYWmXnild9NyLs7ckV3BueCcFdgfcgb95jM6xRjAgfiqxPiwwWLqr-s_5I0KXCu_JWGlnwGcNCWyoUeb3DeZKN/s1600-h/Happy_New_Year_by_clwoods.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij42UOjFrw1CXCGhRDmL_mwOqBoF7zmp36z-R7XEPg1_nAYx6A93AljtTYWmXnild9NyLs7ckV3BueCcFdgfcgb95jM6xRjAgfiqxPiwwWLqr-s_5I0KXCu_JWGlnwGcNCWyoUeb3DeZKN/s320/Happy_New_Year_by_clwoods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576197855850354" border="0" /></a>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-5223457967851296062008-01-01T10:19:00.001-05:002008-01-01T10:19:57.234-05:00Really Bad Predictions<span class="ct_title"></span><span class="ct_text">In an article in <i>The Futurist</i> magazine, writer Laura Lee catalogues some of the worst predictions of all time: <blockquote> "Inventions have long since reached their limit, and I see no hope for further developments." —Roman engineer Julius Sextus Frontinus, A.D. 100<br /><br />"The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon." —John Eric Ericksen, surgeon to Queen Victoria, 1873<br /><br />"Law will be simplified [over the next century]. Lawyers will have diminished, and their fees will have been vastly curtailed." —journalist Junius Henri Browne, 1893<br /><br /> "It doesn't matter what he does, he will never amount to anything." —<span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_9">Albert Einstein</span>'s teacher to Einstein's father, 1895<br /><br />"It would appear we have reached the limits of what it is possible to achieve with computer technology." —computer scientist <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_10">John von Neumann</span>, 1949<br /><br /> "The Japanese don't make anything the people in the U.S. would want." —Secretary of State John Foster Dulles, 1954<br /><br /> "Nuclear powered <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_11">vacuum cleaners</span> will probably be a reality within 10 years." —Alex Lewyt, president of the Lewyt <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_12">Vacuum Cleaner</span> Company, quoted in the <i><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_13">New York Times</span></i>, June 10, 1955<br /><br /> "Before man reaches the moon, your mail will be delivered within hours from <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_14">New York</span> to <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_15">Australia</span> by guided missiles. We stand on the threshold of rocket mail." —Arthur Summerfield, U.S. Postmaster General under Eisenhower, 1959<br /><br /> "By the turn of the century, we will live in a paperless society." —Roger Smith, chairman of <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1199200631_16">General Motors</span>, 1986<br /><br /> "I predict the internet … will go spectacularly supernova and in 1996 catastrophically collapse." —Bob Metcalfe, <i>InfoWorld</i>, 1995 </blockquote> Aren't you glad your faith does not rest on human words but on the sure Word of God? <br /><br /> </span> <span class="ct_smtext">—<i>The Futurist</i>, (September/October, 2000), p. 20–25 </span>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-57947452046867388822007-12-26T09:25:00.000-05:002007-12-26T09:32:00.971-05:00CHRISTMAS LOVE<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >This is a great story I just had to share. I hope you and your family had a wonderful, blessed Christmas!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;" >Thought for Christmas<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience.<br /><br /> I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending.<br /><br /> Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.<br /><br /> My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old.<br /><br /> For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."<br /><br /> I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation.<br /><br /> All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.<br /><br /> So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.<br /><br /> Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, Snowflakes and good cheer.<br /><br /> So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.<br /><br /> Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song.<br /><br /> As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."<br /><br /> The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".<br /><br /> The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".<br /><br /> Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together.<br /><br /> A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen.<br /><br /> In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.<br /><br /> For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> "C H R I S T W A S L O V E"</span><br /><br /> And, I believe, He still is.</span>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-30911669930910417212007-12-19T06:36:00.000-05:002007-12-19T06:37:34.616-05:00A Ride Around the BlockIt was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco.<br /> The pastor of the church was looking over the cradle when he<br />noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from among the figures.<br />Immediately he turned and went outside and saw a little boy with a<br />red wagon. In the wagon was the figure of the little infant, Jesus.<br /> The pastor walked up to the boy and said, "Well, where did you<br />get Him, my fine friend?"<br /> The little boy replied, "I got him from the church."<br /> "And why did you take him?"<br /> The boy said, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to<br />Baby Jesus and I told him if he would bring me a red wagon for<br />Christmas I would give him a ride around the block in it."Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-40125115498115423282007-12-13T12:31:00.000-05:002007-12-13T12:34:19.076-05:00Brand New...<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;" >My favorite scripture is </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span><span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;" >2 Cor. 5:17, so when I got this email, I just had to share it with you....</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;" ><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,Serif;"> Legend has it that in the days of the old west, there were two teenage boys who were caught steeling sheep. The small town wanted to make an example of these boys, sending a message to the community that they would not tolerate such behavior, so a motion was passed to put a brand on their foreheads of "ST" for "Sheep Thief."<br /><br /><div> Well, one boy couldn't stand the ridicule and shame and fled from his hometown, never to be heard of again.</div> <div> The other boy allowed the humiliation to mature him quickly, and he decided to stay in that town and never again be a source of shame or pain to its citizens. He devoted his life to the Lord, worked hard and eventually started a general store.<br /><br /></div> <div> As the years past, the people of that town grew to love this branded man, and knew he could be trusted with anything. He had become a pillar of the community, his store thrived and he had a wonderful family, with many grandchildren.<br /><br /></div> <div> One day, a young man came to that town and saw the old man in the general store with the brand of "ST" on his forehead. He couldn't help but be curious, so he asked another old-timer, "Say, what's with that fellow with the "ST" on his head? What does "ST" stand for?"<br /><br /></div> <div> The old gentleman scratched his head, thinking back over the years that he had known this man, his goodness to the town, and love for its people, and simply said, "Near as I can recall, "ST" stands for "Saint."<br /><br /></div> <div> "When someone becomes a Christian he becomes a brand new person inside. He is not the same any more. A new life has begun!" (2 Cor. 5:17 TLB).<br /><br /></div> <div> Have a fantastic day in the Lord, realizing that no matter what you have done in the past; no matter what "brands" others have placed on you, when you come to Jesus Christ, He can turn your brand into "brand new" by the power of His love and forgiveness.<br /><br /></div></span></span></span>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-47186347151481648522007-12-10T10:04:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:51:38.096-05:00Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28mCNcRJZPYIomLPtBcyYY7V6987tiJQIDWmBMcuJHXyQud6Mvg5idnfAFkLnag5-qblewHW3eIs_cIq-j4Jsg_Mwk2lx9vcgjkbJd9V4iEDxudYCoBfeDGJ-JkfDfittOKfZY8GI5lzZ/s1600-h/table-napkins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28mCNcRJZPYIomLPtBcyYY7V6987tiJQIDWmBMcuJHXyQud6Mvg5idnfAFkLnag5-qblewHW3eIs_cIq-j4Jsg_Mwk2lx9vcgjkbJd9V4iEDxudYCoBfeDGJ-JkfDfittOKfZY8GI5lzZ/s320/table-napkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142363739301378578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I'm always learning....This I had not heard before.<br /><br />Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His Resurrection?<br /><br />The Gospel of John (20: 7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes. The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.<br /><br />Is that important? You'd better believe it! Is that Significant? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes!<br /><br />In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition. When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished.<br /><br />Now if the master had finished eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, "I'm done". But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because the servant knew that the folded napkin meant, "I'm not finished yet." The folded napkin meant, "I'm coming back!"<br /><br />May this truly bless you and give you peace...............<br /><br />Life is Short, Live for God!!!</span></span>Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516905120650085275.post-61702324747792881262007-12-05T19:25:00.000-05:002007-12-05T20:01:02.054-05:00Why Does God Allow Suffering?This is one of those questions that many people ask when they are faced with an illness or loss of a loved one. <br /><br />After two years of major health problems for my daughter, there are many times that I want to question, why her? She was only 14 when she got her first headache, and that headache has not gone away yet. She has a headache every single day, 24/7, it is an extremely rare condition called New Daily Persistent Headache. <br /><br />Then she started having stomach problems and we found out she had bladder cancer! After her surgery and recover from that, she still had stomach problems and found out she had PCOS, cysts on her ovaries. And right now, to top everything off, she has mono....<br /><br />It makes a person wonder <a href="http://www.alphacanada.org">why God allows suffering</a>? If you are looking for the answer to that question, you can go to the same place I went when I asked that question about Becca.... an Alpha Course at my church. Pastor Jason and his wife Beth went participated in the course first, then brought it back to our church. It's a wonderful program that helps not only the non believer answer some very difficult questions, but helps the believers answer them as well.<br /><br />The Alpha Course is offered all over the world. Check to see if there is one in your area! You won't regret it.Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607222804853618111noreply@blogger.com0