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Something to think & pray about:

Once upon a time, there was this girl who had four boyfriends.

She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.

She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him off to neighboring kindoms... However, she feared that one day he would leave her for another.

She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with her... Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the diffcult times.

The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did not love the first boy friend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him.

One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die, I'll be alone.

Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?

'No way!' replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked away without another word...

His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.

The say girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'

'No!' replied the 3rd boyfriend. 'Life is too gook! When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!'

Her heart sank and turned cold.

She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me.

When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?

His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was devastated.

Then a voice called out. I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter  where you go.'

The girl looked up, and there was her 1st boyfriend. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!

In truth, you have 4 boyfriend in your lives:

Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good; it will leave you when you die.

Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth. When you die, it will all go to others.

Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave.

And your 1st boyfriend is your soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish your relationship with God for your soul is the only part of you that will remain throughout Eternity.

Remember, when the burdens of the world push you to your knees, You're in the perfect position to pray.

Being happy doesn't mean everthing's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.

 

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I GREET YOU IN THE PRECIOUS NAME OF JESUS

God's Spirit has moved me deeply to send you a note reminding you of the importance of being thankful to the Lord for all his lover and blessings to us. Giving him thanks is important, even in the midst of troubles and times of testing.

God had a controversy with Israel because they were not thankful for all his blessings and provision. David understood that God loved to meet every need of his people, but he also knew the Lord wanted their thanksgiving. David wrote, "Enter into his gates with thanksgiving" (Psalm 100:4). We are to begin with thanks. "Offer unto God thanksgiving" (50:14). "Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms (95:2).

In recent times of testing, I have found joy and relief in simply going before my Lord with thanksgiving. I tell him I'm overwhelmed and that I'm grateful for all he has done for me in the past. By doing this daily, my soul is lifted above the fray, my joy returns, and I am put at rest.

Have you been thankful to the Lord in recent days? I ask you, aren't there many things for which you can give him thanks? Your salvation. Your health. The comfort and support of the Holy Spirit in your hardest times. His past deliverance's.

Paul tells us we should give thanks to God for what we have been taught. His lessons have given us roots with which to withstand the devil in these times. "Rooted and built up in him, and stablished in the faith, as we have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving" (Colossians 2:7).

The Lord is calling all of his people to a renewed outpouring of thanks, for all he has done for us.

 

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To:                          You
Date:                       Today
From:                       GOD
Subject:                    Yourself
Reference:                 Life

This is God. Today I will be handling All of your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So have a nice day. I love you. And, remember... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank You. You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!

Now. You have a nice day.
GOD

God has seen you struggling. God says it's over.
A blessing is coming your way. If you believe in God.

   

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"In God We Trust"

A PASTORS WIFE'S LETTER - WOW!!!!

Be afraid, be very afraid!!!!

Pastor's wife's letter -- How's this for apocalyptic literature. This was written by a pastor's wife in biblical prose as a commentary of current events. It is Brilliant.

And it came to pass in the Age of Insanity that the people of the land called America, having lost their morals, their initiative, and their liberties, chose as their Supreme Leader that person known as "The One".
He emerged from the vapors with a message that had no meaning; but He hypnotized the people telling them, "I am sent to save you. My lack of experience, my questionable ethics, my monstrous ego, and my assoccitation with evil doers are of no consequence. For I shall save you with Hope and Change.
Go, there fore, and proclaim throughout the land that he who preceded me is evil, that he has defiled the nation, and that all he has built must be destroyed."
And the people rejoiced, for even though they knew not what "The One" would do, he had promised that it was good; and they believed.

And "The One" said "We live in the greatest country in the world. Help me change everything about it!" And the people said, "Hallelujah! Change is good!"

The He said, "We are going to tax the rich fat-cats." And the people said "Sock it to them!"
And then He said, "Redistribution of wealth is good for everybody".

And Joe the plumber asked, "Are you kidding me? You're going to steal my money and give it to the deadbeats??" and "The One" ridiculed and taunted him, and Joe's personal records were hacked and publicized.

One lone reporter asked, "Isn't that Marxist policy?" And she was banished from the kingdom?

Then a citizen asked, "With no foreign relations experience and having zero military experience or knowledge, how will you deal with radical terrorists?"

And "The One" said, "Simple. I shall sit with them and talk with them and show them how nice we really are; and they will forget that they ever wanted to kill us all!"

And the peoplesaid, "Hallelujah!! We are safe at last, and we can beat our weapons into free cars for the people!"

Then "The One" said, "I shall give 95% of you lower taxes."

So "The One" said, "Then I shall give you some of the taxes the fat-cats pay!"

And the people said, "Hallelujah!! Show us the money!"

Then "The One" said, "I shall tax your Capital Gains when you sell your homes!"

And the people yawned and the slumping housing market collapsed.

And He said, "I shall mandate employer - funded health care for EVERY worker and raise the minimum wage. And I shall give every person unlimited health care and medicine and transportation to the clinics."

And the people said, "Give me some of that!"

The he said, "I shall penalize employers who ship jobs overseas." And the people said. "Where's my rebate check?"

Then "The One" said "I shall bankrupt the coal industry and electricity rates will skyrocket!"

And the people said, "Coal is dirty, coal is evil, no more coal! Gut we don't care for that part about higher electric rates."

So "The One" said, "Not to worry. If your rebate isn't enough to cover your expenses, we shall bail you out. Just sign up with ACORN and your troubles are over!"

The He said, "Illegal immigrants feel scorned and slighted. Let's grant them amnesty, Social Security, free education, free lunches, free medical care, bilingual signs and guaranteed housing..."

And the people said,. "Hallelujah!" And they made him King!

And so it came to pass that employers, facing spiraling costs and ever-higher taxes, raised their prices and laid off workers. Others simply gave up and went out of business and the economy sank like unto a rock dropped from a cliff. The banking industry was destroyed. Manufacturing slowed to a crawl. And more of the people were without a means of support.

Then "The One" said, "I am the "the One" - The Messiah - and I'm here to save you! We shall just print more money so everyone will have enough!" But our foreign trading partners said unto Him, "Wait a minute. Your dollar is not worth a pile of camel dung! You will have to pay more..."

And the people said, "Wait a minute. That is unfair!!"

And the world said, "Neither are these other idiotic programs you have embraced. Lo, you have become a Socialist stateand a second-rate power. Now you shall play by our rules!"

And the people cried out, "Alas, alas!! What have we done?"

But yea verily, it was too late. The people set upon "The One" and spat upon him and stoned him, and his name was dung. And the once might nation was no more; and the once proud people were without sustenance or shelter or hope. And the Change "The One" had given them was as like unto a poison that had destroyed them and like a whirlwind that consumed all that they had built.

And the people beat their chests in despair and cried out in anguish, "Give us back our nation and our pride and our hope!!" But it was too late, and their homeland was no more.

Your may think this is a fairy tale, but it's not. It's happening RIGHT NOW!!!!


 

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JOYS OF MUSLIM WOMEN
By Nonie Darwish

In the Muslim faith a Muslim man can marry a child as young as 1 year old and have sexual intimacy with this child.
Consummating the marriage by 9.

The dowry is given to the family in exchange for the woman (who becomes his slave) and for the purchase of the private parts of the woman, to use her as a toy.

Even though a woman is abused she can not obtain a divorce. To prove rape, the woman must have (4) male witnesses. Often after a woman has been raped, she is returned to her family and the family must return the dowry. The family has the right to execute her (an honor killing) to restore the honor of the family. Husbands can beat their wives 'at will' and he does not have to say why he has beaten her.

The husband is permitted to have (4 wives) and a temporary wife for an hour (prostitute) at his discretion.

In the West World (America) Muslim men are starting to demand Shariah Law so the wife can not obtain a divorce and he can have full and complete control of her. It is amazing and alarming how many of our sisters and daughters attending American universities are now marrying Muslim men and submitting themselves and their children unsuspectingly to the Shariah law.

By passing this on enchanted American women may avoid Shariah Law.

Learn more... Read: (Cruel and Usual punishment just released by most bookstores.

Ripping the west in two.
Author and lecturer Nonie Darwish says the goal or radical Islamists is to impose Shariah Law on the world, ripping Western law and liberty in two.

She recently authored the book. "Cruel and usual punishment: The terrifying global ramifications or Islamic Law.

Darwish was born in Cairo and spent her childhood in the Gaza area before immigrating to America in 1978. When she was eight years old, her father died while leading covert attacks on Israel. He was a military officer stationed with his family in Gaza.
When he died he was considered a martyr for jihad. His postings status gave Nonie and her family an elevated position in Muslim society.

But Darwish developed a skeptical eye at an early age. She questioned her own Muslim culture and up bringing. She converted to Christianity after hearing a Christian preacher on television. In her latest book, Darwish warns about creeping Sharia Law - what it is, what it means, and how it is manifested in Islamic countries.

For the West, she says radical Islamists are working to impose Sharia on the world. If that happens, Western civilization will be destroyed.

In twenty years there will be enough Muslim voters in the U.S. to elect the President! I think everyone in the U/S. should be required read the, but with ACLU, there is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on! This is your chance to make a difference...!
 

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to those that voted for prop 8 in cali for religious reasons...

"EDIT" unknown author, this has been floating about the web for a time. I just found it.

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from these types of discussion and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind him that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate.
I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how to best follow them.


1) When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev 1:9). The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

2) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in (Exodus 21:7). In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

3) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev 15: 19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

4) Lev 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

5) I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

6) A friend of mine feels that Even though eating shellfish is an Abomination Lev 11:10. it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

7) Lev 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev 19:27. How should they die?

9) I know from Lev 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

10) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev 24:10-16 couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? Lev 20:14.

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help.

Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

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Holy Land Experience: Religious theme park bucks omnious trend
Bruce Watson



On October 6, The Holy Land Experience -- a Christian-inspired theme park in Orlando, Fla. -- was completely overrun by more than 7,000 visitors. Shortly after opening that day, it hit its 1,700-person limit and began turning people away. Meanwhile, nearby highway I-4 was transformed into a parking lot as eager park-goers lined up for admittance. Holy Land employees stationed outside the park's gates, started handing out rain checks and eventually ran out. At least one would-be pilgrim echoed Jesus' parents, plaintively asking "Do you have room for one more?"

One might wonder why so many people desperately sought entrance to a park whose central features are a re-enactment of Jesus' crucifixion, a 1200-square-foot model of Biblical Jerusalem, and a full-sized reproduction of the Great Temple. After all, in Orlando, a park that has no rides, features minimal robotic wizardry and focuses on a series of attractions designed to evoke the Jerusalem of Jesus' day is a fairly tough sell. While one might suspect a mass influx of evangelical vacationers or the sudden conversion of much of central Florida, the truth was far more prosaic: On October 6, the Holy Land Experience offered free admission.

In 2006, following a four-year fight with Orange County Property Appraiser Bill Donegan, the theme park successfully sued for tax-exempt status as a religious museum. The only catch was that it had to waive its $35 admission price for at least one day a year. In 2007 and 2008, the free days passed with minimal fanfare, as they were barely publicized by Trinity Broadcasting Network, the park's owner. Following protests from local papers, however, the Holy Land Experience finally announced its free day, after which it was beset with a stream of visitors that hearkened back to Moses' Biblical plagues.

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She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'

Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room..

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

'Dear Mom,

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me.. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures.. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ¡where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a S pecial Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

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This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!

 

 

The ending will surprise you.

 

 

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..

 

   

 

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

   

   

   

   

About a month later, just before Christmas,

   

   

There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..

   

   

   

   

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.... He often talked about you, and your love for art..' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

   

   

   

   

The father

   

Opened the package.. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears... He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

   

   

   

   

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

   

   

   

   

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

   

   

   

   

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

   

   

   

   

There was silence....

   

   

   Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'

   

   

   

   

But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

   

   

   

   

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the   

          Real bids!'

   

   

   

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

   

   

   

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

   

   

   

'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

   

   

'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'

   

   

   

The crowd was becoming angry.. They didn't want the picture of the son.

   

   

   

   

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

   

   

   

The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

   

   

   

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

   

   

   

   

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

   

   

   

   

'What about the paintings?'

   

   

   

   

'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

   

   

   

   

The man who took the son gets everything!'

   

   

   

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'

   

   

   

   

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

   

   

   

   

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

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This is a Christmas Tree


This is a Christmas Tree


This is a Christmas Tree


This is a Christmas Tree


This is a Christmas Tree


This is a Christmas Tree


This is a Christmas Tree


And these are Christmas Trees also

These are NOT  Holiday Trees
They are not Hanukkah bushes
They are not Allah plants
They are Christmas trees.

Say it...
CHRISTmas , CHRISTmas , CHRISTmas

Yes CHRISTmas -not Holiday
We are not celebrating the birth of a Holiday!!!
We are
Celebrating the Birth of
Jesus Christ!!!
So I would like to say to each and everyone of you
Have a Very Merry CHRISTMAS
and may GOD BLESS each and every one of you!!!


Take a stand and pass this on !!

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>   Every
> > Sunday afternoon, after the
> > morning  service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old
> > son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
> >
> >
> > This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the
> > Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts,
> > it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain. 
> >
> > The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and
> > said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'
> >
> > His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
> >
> > 'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and
> > go out.'
> >
> > Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and
> > it's pouring rain.'
> >
> > The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But
> > Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though
> > it's raining?'
> >
> > Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going
> > out in this weather..'
> >
> > Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go?
> > Please?'
> >
> > His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you
> > can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'
> >
> > 'Thanks Dad!'
> >
> > And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This
> > eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going
> > door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a
> > Gospel Tract .
> >
> > After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking,
> > bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped
> > on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but
> > the streets were totally deserted.
> >
> > Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up
> > the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He
> > rang the bell, but nobody answered.
> >
> > He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He
> > waited but still no answer.
> >
> > Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but
> > something stopped him.
> >
> > Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked
> > loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something
> > holding him there on the front porch!
> >
> > He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
> >
> > Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly
> > lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you,
> > son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her
> > world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry
> > if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS
> > REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and I came to give you my very last
> > Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His
> > great LOVE.'
> >
> > With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
> >
> > She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And
> > God Bless You!'
> >
> > Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was
> > in the pulpit.  As the service began, he asked,
> > 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say
> > anything?'
> >
> > Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her
> > feet.
> >
> > As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came
> > from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've
> > never been here before.  You see, before last Sunday I
> > was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago,
> > leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a
> > particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my
> > heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer
> > had any hope or will to live.
> > So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into
> > the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a
> > rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the
> > other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that
> > chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off,
> > when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs
> > startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'
> >
> > I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and
> > more insistent, and then the person ringing also started
> > knocking loudly...
> >
> > I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be?
> > Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I
> > loosened the rope from my neck

> > When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my
> > eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and
> > angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE,
> > oh, I could never describe it to you!
> >
> > The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had
> > long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a
> > cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you
> > that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU ..' Then he gave me this
> >
> > Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
> >
> > As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and
> > rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this
> > Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and
> > chair. I wouldn't be needing them anymore.
> >
> > You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the
> > address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract,
> > I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's
> > little angel who came just in the nick of time and by
> > so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
> >
> > There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of
> > praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters
> > of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the
> > front pew where the little angel was seated....
> >
> > He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
> >
> > Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and
> > probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more
> > filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.
> > Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
> >
> > Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it
> > to others. Heaven is for His people!
> > Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the
> > life of someone close to you..
> > Please share this wonderful message...
> >
> > Matthew 10:32 says:
> > 'Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge
> > him before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before
> > men, I will disown him before My Father in heaven'

[ken]

Tequila and Salt


This should probably be taped
to your bathroom mirror
where one could read it every day.
You may not realize it,
but it's 100% true.


1. There are at least two people in this world
that you would die for.


2.. At least 15 people in this world
love you in some way.


3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you
is because they want to
be just like y ou.


4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone,
even if they don't
like you.


5. Every night,
SOMEONE thinks about you
before they go to sleep.


6. You mean the world to someone.


7. You are special and unique.


8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.


9. When you make the biggest mistake ever,
something good comes from it.


10. When you think the world
has turned its back on you
take another look.


11. Always remember the compliments you received..
Forget about the rude remarks.


So...........
If you are a loving friend,
send this to everyone,
including the one that sent it to you.
If you get it back, then they really do love you.


And always remember...
when life hands you Lemons,
ask for Tequila and Salt and call me over!


Good friends are like stars.........
You don't always see them,
But you know they are always there.


"Whenever God Closes One Door He Always Opens Another, Even Though
Sometimes It's Hell in the Hallway"


I would rather have one rose and a kind word
from a friend while I'm here
than a whole truck load when I'm gone.

Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Hu man,
Failures keeps You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only
God keeps You Going

[ken]

 
 Texas Beer Joint Sues A Church...
In a small Texas town, ( Mt. Vernon ) Drummond's bar began construction
on a new building to increase their business... The local Baptist church
started a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and
prayers. Work progressed right up till the week before opening when
lightning struck the bar and it burned to the ground.
 
The church folks were rather smug  in their outlook after that, until the
bar owner sued the church on the grounds that the church was ultimately
responsible for the demise of his building, either through direct or indirect
actions or means.
 
The church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection to the
building's demise in its reply to the court.
 
As the case made its way into court, the judge looked over the paperwork...
At the hearing he commented, 'I don't know how I'm going to decide this,
but as it appears from the paperwork, we have a bar owner who believes
in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that does not.

[ken]

              I love my attorney!


After living what I felt was a 'decent' life, my time on earth came to the end.

The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house.

The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the 'prosecutor.'

He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me..  He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen.

I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes.

He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room I couldn't take my eyes off of Him.

As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, 'Let us begin.'

The prosecutor rose and said, 'My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell.'

He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and In the past when I cheated others.  Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank.

        I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.

As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all..

I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?

Satan finished with a fury and said, 'This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise.'

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward.

As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. 

I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.

He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, 'HI, DAD,' and then He turned to address the court.

'Satan was correct in saying that this man had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations.  And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished.'

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, 'However, I died on the cross so that this person might have eternal life and he has accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine.'

My Lord continued with, 'His name is written in the Book of Life,  and no one can snatch him from Me.

        'Satan still does not understand yet.  This man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy.'

As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, 'There is nothing else that needs to be done.  I've done it all..'

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down.  The following words bellowed from His lips...

'This man is free.  The penalty for him has already been paid in full.  Case dismissed.'

As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, 'I won't give up, I will win the next one.'

        I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, 'Have you ever lost a case?'

Christ lovingly smiled and said, 'Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you, ~Paid In Full.'

If you do not pass this along to 15 people immediately, absolutely nothing will happen.

Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend,
(as I have done here), will bless you both.

'Stop telling God how big your storm is.
Instead, tell the storm how big your God is!'

[ken]

THE SHOEBOX

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

 
 
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.

'When we were to be married,' she said, ' my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?'

'Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.'
 
 
 
A Prayer.......
Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods;
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death,
Because I don't have time to crochet.

[ken]

Father John Powell
Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago, writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:
 
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith.
 
That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long.. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.  I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange... Very strange.
 
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
 
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
 
"Why not," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
 
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then I called out, "Tommy!  I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you! "He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
 
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line -- He will find you! At least I thought it was clever.
 
Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
 Then a sad report came.I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy.
But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick," I blurted out.
   
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."

 "Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
   
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
   
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?

 "Well, it could be worse.

 "Like what?
 "Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in life..
 
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange.(It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
 
 
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something you said to me on the last day of class."(He remembered!) He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me Then you said, 'But He will find you.’I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
   
(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!)
   
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God.. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out.

 In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying.  And then you quit.
   
"Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that.
I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'"
 
"So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. "Dad.”
Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper. "Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk.
   
"I mean. It's really important."

The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
 
"Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that. "Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.”The newspaper fluttered to the floor.
Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."
   
"It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.
"I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.
   
"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer  holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give you three days, three weeks.'"
   
"Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me! You were  right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."

 "Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that.
He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him. 'Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell it.
 
"Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."

"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."

 In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
   
However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision.

 He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined. 
Before he died, we talked one last time.
 
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said. 

"I know, Tom."

"Will you tell them for me? Will you ... tell the whole world for me?"

I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
 
   
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
   
 If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two.

 It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
   
With thanks, Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola
University, Chicago