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Perfect Hugs http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/perfecthugs.html --- ...Aww, such a sweet one! Thank You my friends! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: 'A father carries pictures where his money used to be.' Today, we start a short series of Father's Day stories. Father's Day is June 20. You'll enjoy Shelley's story about her dad and his inventions... er... his creative pursuits! (\/) \/ (\/) /))))))))) \/ //) __ __\ ,%%%%%%%%%, C==/_o|^|o_\ ,%%%%%%%%%%%%, | _\ ) %/_ _%%%%%%% \ '---'/ /_o|^|o_\=?%%% _/`-. __.'_ ( /_ @%%, \ \'====' /%%% jgs _'-----' \%%%" / ` >MARTHA STEWART, HE IS NOT by Shelley Madden The satellite dish had stood in my father's yard over twenty years. It watched over us kids growing up, moving out to explore the world and start families of our own. In it's day, it was the landmark of our neighborhood, shining aluminum pointing into space, as it cupped the sky, casting a giant shadow beneath its twelve foot expanse. Passerbys would slow to admire its massive size, many would stop for closer inspection. We would gather in front of the TV, my younger brother flipping through the channels as the dish groaned and turned outside, searching through space for a new signal. We were infatuated with TV land, thousands of channels awaited us, if we could only figure out what buttons to push when. Too soon, it was outdated, replaced by new inventions. It was quickly forgotten, where it silently stood representing a bygone era. It collected leaves in the fall, caught snow in the winter. It rose proud in the spring storms, then lay quiet in the summer heat. Divorce and retirement found dad living alone in his old house, passing time on many projects. During his daily excursions he could be found poking around in our small town's community dumpster, or behind the car wash, looking for Objects d'Art which only he could breathe life into once again. His garage was soon brimming with other's castoffs -- broken, unwanted things waiting for their chance to become useful once again. The satellite dish loomed over my father and his projects, as he took parts off broken lawn mowers, using them to bring life to another old mower. It waited patiently in the background watching him fix old clocks, or rebuild a broken rocking horse he had brought home. It stood silently while he crafted an old headboard into a bookcase. He tinkered day and night, creating things with his skilled hands, hands never slowed by time or age. As soon as he finished one creation, he would begin another. One summer day, I came to visit, but something was missing from the yard. The satellite dish was gone. In its wake was a large hole, followed by drag marks slicing across the lawn. The yard now looked oddly barren, reminding me of a Thanksgiving table missing its centerpiece. I could almost feel my memories fade as I gazed solemnly at the bare spot in front of me. I followed the path of churned dirt and crushed grass around the side of the house, to the back yard. My mother would have had a fit if she were still here and seen the mess dad had made. There it was. A giant spacecraft had crashed in the backyard. The neighbors would surely think my father had gone mad. I could see myself calling the old folks home for a tour in the very near future. I took a closer look, trying to understand what I was looking at. Framed by the blue sky and the old pecan tree, stood the satellite dish, reigning in new found glory, standing proudly with a new purpose. Never at a loss for creativity, never at a loss for time, my father had welded an eight foot pole into the center of the inverted dish. It was now a giant upside down bowl. He then cemented it into the ground upright, creating what was perhaps the world's largest patio umbrella! He stood beaming beneath, BBQ tools and grill at the ready. He had set in its shadow his old patio chair, and a small table. He had what no man in town had, perhaps what no man in the state had -- an indestructible relic of days gone by given new meaning once again by his skilled hands. An old memory was now ready for new memories. And he had done it alone. The former satellite-dish-now-turned-patio umbrella was once again watching over us. As time passed, grandchildren and great-grandchildren would play below, as if under the petals of a giant flower protecting its nectar. It sheltered us against the sun, protected us from the rain. It gave new meaning to holidays and birthday parties. Folks continue to stop and gaze at it in awed silence. Dad's masterpiece now proudly bears the colors of his alma mater, and tiny white lights are laced around its broad rim -- lights which cast a warm, almost other-worldly-tin-foil glow around my father as he sits quietly beneath, reading a book, perhaps thinking of days gone by, or maybe even planning his next invention. For which I patiently await. -- Shelley Madden __________________________________________________ Shelley is a freelance and short story writer, who enjoys raising horses and poultry. She is a native of Wise County, Texas. =========================================================== >-->From Daily Encounter: , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >A Good Day “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in You."1 Alistair MacLean quotes a story from Tauler, the German mystic: One day Tauler met a beggar. "God give you a good day, my friend." he said. The beggar answered, "I thank God I never had a bad one." Then Tauler said, "God give you a happy life, my friend." "I thank God," said the beggar, "I am never unhappy." Tauler in amazement said, "What do you mean?" "Well," said the beggar, "When it is fine, I thank God; when it rains, I thank God; when I have plenty, I thank God; when I am hungry, I thank God; and since God’s will is my will, and whatever pleases Him, pleases me, why should I say I am unhappy when I am not?" Tauler looked at the man in astonishment. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am a king," said the beggar. "Where then is your kingdom?" asked Tauler. And the beggar answered quietly: "In my heart." As we end this week, we can either choose to focus on all that went wrong or all that went right. We can focus on the blessings God has given us, or on the things He has decided we are better off without. Our attitude and perspective are our choice. Sometimes we will encounter extremely difficult circumstances in life, but even then, the majority of those circumstances are out of our control. So, we can either choose to trust God, or live with bitterness because we can’t control the outcome. I encourage you, my friend, to trust God. Cling to His promises in the trials and celebrate the blessings He gives us. We can live in victory or defeat, but it all starts with our heart and where our trust lies. When God’s will becomes ours, and what pleases Him pleases us, any day can be a good day. Suggested prayer: Dear God, help me choose to focus on all that you are doing and the many blessings you give me. Even though the circumstances around me aren’t always desirable, I ask that you allow my focus to be on you and my trust to be in you, so that I can experience your peace within me. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus Christ’s name, amen. 1. Isaiah 26:3. --- ...An Excellent song for this... Jeremy Camp - Out Of My Hands (Radio Version/Lyric Video) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B_iXPaoTD4 _______ / /_ / -/- / / / / / / /_______/ / jgs ((______| / `"""""""` And Bible Teaching... Trust In The Lord Proverbs 3: 5, 6 -- Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Basics/Trust_In_The_Lord.htm <:))))><< , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Little Moments of Joy “Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone - especially to those in the family of faith."1 A taxi driver shared the following words: Because I drive the night shift, my cab often becomes a moving confessional. I encounter people whose lives amaze me, some ennoble me, others make me laugh and sometimes make me weep. However, none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. Responding to a call from a small brick four plex in a quiet part of town, I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, then drive away. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always go to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So, I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her late 80s stood before me. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. "Would you carry my bag to the car?" she asked. I took the bag and then turned to assist her. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It’s nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.""Oh, you’re such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked,"Could you drive through downtown?""It’s not the shortest way," I quickly answered."Oh, I don’t mind," she said. "I’m in no hurry.I’m on my way to a hospice." I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don’t have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don’t have very long."I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She also had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. As the first hint of the sun creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I’m tired. Let’s go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were concerned and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I replied."You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded and almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you!" I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? I don’t think I’ve done anything more important in my life.2 We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. However, great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider as small insignificant moments. Let us always be ready to share kindness with those God places in our path. Suggested prayer: Dear God, there is such a great lack of love and kindness in our world today. Many times, we rush from here to there thinking only of our schedules and interests. I ask that you give me your eyes to see the opportunities where I can share kindness and little moments of joy with others, and in so doing lead others to you. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus Christ’s name, amen. 1. Galatians 6:10 (NLT). 2. www.sermoncentral.com --- ...Reminds me of another one of my fav songs... Jeremy Camp - Keep Me In The Moment https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb1bx3hYfzg And One With the words... Keep Me In The Moment - Jeremy Camp (Lyrics) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhnJXDGfPiE _______ / /_ / -/- / / / / / / /_______/ / jgs ((______| / `"""""""` Attitude is Very Important - See These great Teachings... A Mind To Work http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Basics/A_Mind_To_Work.htm Be Ye Thankful http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Basics/Be_Ye_Thankful.htm Keys To Living Life Victoriously https://tinyurl.com/t7rkbkdm <:))))><< , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Don't Give Up "And so, since God in his mercy has given us this wonderful ministry, we never give up."1 Jacob Riis wrote, "I'd look at one of my stone-cutters hammering away at a rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet, at the hundred and first blow, it would split in two, and I knew it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before."2 Like the Apostle Paul, if we are to live a meaningful life that will reap eternal rewards, we too, need to have a worthwhile purpose for which to live. When we know that our purpose is in harmony with God's will, it is imperative that we never give up working to fulfill that purpose. In time, we will reap if we don't faint. Certainly we will have setbacks, disappointments, and failures, but remember the only real failure is not to get back up one more time than we've fallen or been knocked down. As we start a new week, let us keep our focus on the Author of our faith. With everything and anything that happens, He is working all things for our good. As God's Word also says, "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."3 Suggested prayer: "Dear God, please help me to see clearly your purpose for my life and keep 'hammering away' until that purpose, with your help, is fulfilled in my life. And grant that my life will thus help others and bring glory to you so that I will never feel that I have lived my life in vain. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. Gratefully, in Jesus' name, amen." 1. 2 Corinthians 4:1 (NLT). 2. Jacob A. Riis. Cited on: Inspire, http://www.inspirelist.com/ 3. Galatians 6:9 (NIV). When copying or forwarding include the following: "Daily Encounter by Richard (Dick) Innes (c) 2016 ACTS International. =========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: __.. ____\ \___ ___ .-'`___..;---'''``` / \``` .' \_____________.-` >History USS Oriskany (CV/CVA-34) - nicknamed Mighty O, and occasionally referred to as the O-boat - was one of the few Essex-class aircraft carriers completed after World War II for the United States Navy. The ship was named for the Battle of Oriskany during the Revolutionary War: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Oriskany_(CV-34) This was sent in by R Ripp another carrier sailor and we are posting it because of it's relation to the recent Memorial Day and the sinking of the USS Oriskany. (2006) A friend sent this, thought you might enjoy reading it. This letter was written by "one of us"...Dick Schaffert...another great F-8 driver. He writes frequently to his roommate, who was killed in the ORISKANY fire. Now the USS ORISKANY has also reached its final resting place. God bless them all who have given so much. "Dog" Pearson A Memorial Day item that I held for this repost since it is directly relevant to Oriskany. Dick Schaffert sends: To: Lieutenant Commander Norm Levy, Good morning, Norm. It's Memorial Day, 07:29 Tonkin Gulf time. Haven't talked with you in a while. That magnificent lady on which we went through hell together, the USS ORISKANY, has slipped away into the deep and now rests forever in silent waters off the Florida coast. Seems like a good day to make contact. This is the 40th year since I last saw you, sitting on the edge of your bunk in our room on ORISKANY. You remember, it was the 26th of October 1966. We were on the midnight schedule. There was a solid wall of thunderstorms over the beach, with tops to 50,000, but McNamara's Pentagon planners kept sending us on "critical" missions all night. At 04:00, they finally ran out of trucks to bomb--in that downpour--and we got a little sleep. The phone rang at seven, you were scheduled for the Alert Five. I had bagged a little more rack time than you, so I said I'd take it. I went to shave in the head around the elevator pit, the one near the flare locker. The ordnance men were busy putting away the flares. They'd been taking them out and putting them back all night. I finished shaving and started back to our room when the guy on the 1MC said: "This is a drill, this is a drill, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" I smelled smoke and looked back at the door that separated the pilot's quarters from the flare locker. Smoke was coming from underneath. I ran the last few steps to our room and turned on the light. You sat up on the edge of your bunk. I shouted at you: "Norm, this is no drill. Let's get the hell out of here!" I went down the passage way around the elevator pit, banging on the metal wall and shouting: "It's no drill. We're on fire! We're on fire!" I had rounded the corner of that U-shaped passage when the flare locker exploded. There was a tremendous concussion effect that blew me out of the passage way and into the hangar deck. A huge ball of fire was rolling along the top of the hangar bay. You and forty-five other guys, mostly Air Wing pilots, didn't make it, Norm. I'm sorry. Oh, God, I'm sorry! But we went home together--Norm Levy, a Jewish boy from Miami, and Dick Schaffert, a Lutheran cornhusker from Nebraska. I rode in the economy class of that Flying Tigers 707, along with the few surviving pilots. You were in a flag-draped box in the cargo compartment. The San Diego media had found out about the return of us "Baby Killers." Lindberg Field was packed with scum enjoying the right to protest. The "right" you died for! There was a bus, with our wives, waiting for us—there was a black hearse for you. The protestors threw things at our bus and your hearse, not a policeman in sight. When we finally got off the airport, they chased us to Fort Rosecrans. They kept interrupting your graveside service, until your honor guard of three brave young Marines with M-16's convinced them to stay back. I watched the TV news with my kids that night, Norm. Sorry, the only clips of our homecoming were the Baby Killer banners and bombs exploding in the South Vietnam jungle (recall our operations were up North, against very heavily defended targets, where we were frequently knocked down and captured or killed). It was tough to explain to my four pre-teens. You know the story. The scum were the media's heroes--they became CEO's, who steal from our companies--lawyers, who prey off our misery —doctors, who we can't afford--and elected politicians, who break the faith and the promises. The only military recognized as "heroes" were the POW's. They finally came home, not because of some politician's expertise; but because there were those of us who kept going back over Hanoi, again and again. Dodging the SAM's and the flak, attacking day and night, keeping the pressure on--all by ourselves! Absolutely no support from anyone! Many of us didn't come home, Norm. You know, the guys that are up there with you now. But it was our "un-mentioned" efforts that brought the POW's home. We kept the faith with them, and with you, Norm. It never really ended. We seemed to go directly from combat into disabled retirement and poverty, ignored by those whose freedoms we insured by paying the very high premium. The only thing many of us have left is our memories, Norm. We hold those dear! We band together in groups like the Crusader Association. Some might say that has to do with flying a peculiar aircraft, I say it has to do with a peculiar bunch of guys. We'll all be joining you shortly, Norm. Put in a good word for us with the Man.. Ask Him to think of us as His peacemakers, as His children. Have a restful Memorial Day, Norm. You earned it. Your Roomie, Brown Bear --- ...See This... >USS Oriskany Sunk and becomes Artificial Reef A team of Navy personnel accomplished the sinking of the ship on 17 May 2006, supported by the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission, Escambia County Department of Natural Resources, the U.S. Coast Guard, the Pensacola Police Department, and several sheriff departments of Escambia County and surrounding counties. A Navy Explosive Ordnance Disposal team from Panama City, FL detonated C-4 explosive charges of approximately 500 lb (230 kg) net explosive weight, strategically placed on 22 sea connection pipes in various machinery spaces. The ship sank stern first 37 minutes after detonation in 210 ft (64 m) of water in the Gulf of Mexico. As was intended, the ship came to rest lying upright. The flight deck was at a depth of 135 ft (41 m), and its island rose to 70 ft (21 m). Following Hurricane Gustav, the ship shifted 10 feet deeper leaving the flight deck at 145 feet (44 m). The island structure is accessible to recreational divers, but the flight deck will require additional training and equipment. It is now popularly known as the "Great Carrier Reef", a reference to Australia's Great Barrier Reef. Full video of it here... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XavoiJxK0ck -<>- ,~ |\ /| \ ~^~ ^~ /_|__\~^~ ~^~ ~^~^ ~ '======' ~^ ~^~ jgs ~^~ ~^ ~^~ ~^~ ~^ ~ >Good Days and Bad - June June is a special month. We fondly remember those days in June that were the start of summer vacation from school. June is when summer begins and when God's creation reaches its peak. June days are good days. But, unfortunately, not all days in life are good days. No life is without problems, and I have certainly seen my share. I love to sail. For me, whatever the wind blows my way, hope is constant. When you're out on the water, the wind blows a lot of unsettling conditions your way. So does life. And those unsettling conditions - those changes in our circumstances - can break us or make us. It's not how we handle the good days that determines how well we do in life. It's how we handle the bad days. It is hope in God that lights my way along life's path and shines a comforting glow. So enjoy these beautiful June days that are one of God's abundant blessings. But remember, he's with you on those bad days, too. Put you faith in him and live in hope every day. Be blessed and pray for our military, our country, and our leaders. -- from jc -<>- + (|) _____.___.|_|. | / \ |===| | / \ | o | |__/__v__\|, ,| | | | | | || || |/| . . . |','| ||| A A A | , | ||| M M M | | wtx --------------------- >WHEN THE DEACON TALKED IN CHURCH Author Unknown We were not expecting anything unusual that day, but we got it just the same. It was a warm Sunday in June, and the annual foreign missionary sermon was to be preached and the collection taken. That didn't excite us any, for we had slept, I may say, through both sermon and collection many a time before. It wasn't the sermon either, for that didn't seem so different from usual, but somehow it just happened to come home to the deacon. So far as I remember, the preacher took for his text that verse about "Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature," only he dwelt considerably upon the "Go ye." He said it didn't say anything about taking up a collection, but it did say to go, and the Lord would never be satisfied until we went. Our collections, anyway, he told us, didn't amount to much and always reminded him of the story he had heard of about a little boy. It seems the little fellow was saving some of the best meat on his plate for his dog. The mother noticed and told him to eat that himself, and after dinner he could take what was left on his plate and give it to the dog. So after dinner he picked up the bits of fat, bone, and gristle that were left and took them out to the dog, and someone heard him say sadly, "I meant to bring you an offering, Fido, but I've only got a collection." Well, it did kind of hit home, for most of us hadn't been giving much of a collection, and just enough to look respectable when the plate was passed. But the preacher went on until he showed us that the command, "Go ye," meant just what it said, that we had to go. He told us that everybody had to go. Now, I had always thought that there was some special kind of call that comes to one here and another there; and when they felt that they had to be a missionary. But he said that was not in the Bible, that everybody was commanded to go unless they had a call to stay at home. And even if they had a call to stay at home, they were bound to do their best to find a substitute to go for them, and help everybody to go that could. Then he just asked us how we would feel if we had no Jesus to go to for forgiveness of our sins, for help in our trials, for strength against temptation, comfort in sorrow, for guidance in perplexity; no Jesus to tell us how to live here, and especially no Jesus to tell us about the love of God and where our loved ones are when the darkness of death shuts down upon them. This was what made life so dark for the heathen, and in our gifts we were to remember the Lord's command to us and the heathen's need for us to go. Then he prayed a bit, and the choir didn't sing any that day, but the organ played a soft voluntary while the collection was being taken. Old Deacon Bright got up to pass the plate. The old deacon was as fine a man as you could meet in a day's journey, as good a neighbor and as honest a man as ever lived - nice 200 acre farm and a fine family, all members of the church. Jim the oldest, ran the farm; Jack, the second boy, was just ready to go to college; and Mary had her diploma as a teacher and was studying to be a nurse in the Toronto hospital. The mother, too, was just as nice a woman as you could find anywhere. The old deacon had been getting considerably deaf of late years, and he sat alone in the front pew. I guess he got to kind of dreaming over the sermon, for as he arose to get the collection plate he began to talk to himself, and to do it out loud. But, bless you, he couldn't hear himself, for you had to shout to make him understand anything. So, as I said, he took the plate and began to talk. As near as I remember, this is what he said: "So that 'Go ye' means me and every one of us, and this is the Lord's plate, and what we put in is our substitute and shows how much we love Him and how much we'd have been worth to Him, seeing we don't go ourselves." Then he got to the back seat and passed the plate. Now, our back seats are always full of young men; and as they put their money on the plate, the old man went on: "Twenty-five cents from Sam Jones. My boy, you'd have been worth more than that to the Lord. Ten cents from David Brown, 5 cents from Tom Stone, and nothing from Steve Jackson. Forty cents for four boys, and every one of them could go, too. They're worth $600 a year to their fathers and only 40cents to the Lord." In the next pew Mr. Allen and his family sat. Mr. Allen put in a dollar for the family. "The price of one of your dinners downtown, half of that pair of gloves you wear, almost as much as you spent for ice cream last week, a box of candy," were the deacon's comments as the coin fell. Then John Robb put in a bill rolled up, Mrs. Robb put in another, Johnny Robb a little envelope bulging with pennies, and Maggie helped the baby to put in another little bag, and the old deacon said, "God bless them!" You may be sure we were all listening by this time, though we didn't dare turn around. Some were mighty glad the deacon wasn't taking up the collection in their aisle. John McClay's pew came. "Worth a dollar a year to the Lord and $2,000 a year to himself," the deacon said. "Seventy-five dollars for a bicycle and 25 cents for the Lord, don't match, Tommy McClay. "Ah, Miss Eden, it looks strange for a hand with a $50 ring to drop 5 cents in the plate. A new house for yourself and an old quarter for your Lord, Alex Bovey? "You take in washing and can give 45 to the Lord! God bless you, Mrs. Dean. What? Minnie has some, too, and also wee Robbie? "Ah 50, 70, 85, 90. Ah, your dinner will cost more than you have given, Mr. Steele. "A bright, new dollar bill, and spread out too. Mr. Perkins, I am afraid 95 cents was for show. A check from Mr. Hay. It will be a good one, too, for he gives a tenth to the Lord. "Two dollars from you, Harry Atkins, is a small gift to the Lord who healed your dear wife. "Ah, Miss Kitty Hughes, that 50 cents never cost you a thought; and you, Miss Marion, only a quarter, when both of you could go and support yourselves. "Ah, Mrs. McRunion, that means a good deal to you. The Lord keep you until you join the good man that's gone. "Charlie Baker, and you too, Effie - I doubt if the Lord will take any substitutes for you. "Nothing from Mr. Cantile? Heathen at home? Perhaps you are one of them. "Five cents, Mr. Donald. I doubt if you'd want to put that in the Lord's hand." Then the old man came to his own pew and his wife put in an envelope. "Ah, Mary, my dear, I am afraid we have been robbing the Lord all these years. I doubt we'd have put Jack in the plate, Wife. Jim my boy, you'd be worth far more than that to the Lord." Jack and Mary sat in the choir. So it went from pew to pew till the old man came to the front again, and there he stood a moment, the plate in his left hand. After fumbling in his vest pocket awhile he said: "No, that isn't enough, Lord. You ought to get more than that. You've been very good to me." So he put the plate down, and taking out an old leather wallet, counted some bills on the plate, and said: "I'm sorry, Lord. I didn't know You wanted me to go. Jim will keep mother and me on the farm, now we're getting old; but I won't keep Jack any longer. And Mary's been wanting to go too, only I wouldn't let her. Take both, Lord." After the old man sat down and buried his face in his hands, Deacon Wise jumped up and said: "Dear pastor, we haven't done our duty. Let's take up the collection again next Sunday." And a chorus of "Amens" came from all over the church. But the pastor got up, with tears in his eyes, and said, "My friends, I haven't done all I could either. I want to give more next Sunday, and I'll give my boy." Then we sang a hymn as we closed. It was different, somehow: "Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all." The organist said she believed it went through the roof, and I guess the Lord thought so. I think that old deacon felt pretty bad when he found that his daydreaming had been out loud. And one or two felt pretty hard at first, but they knew it was true. So that was what started our missionary church, and we've kept on ever since. In the last 5 years, 14 members of our young people's group have gone as missionaries to different countries around the world - 6 of our best young men and 8 of our brightest girls besides. Jack Bright? He married the organist, and they are on the border of Tibet, where his zeal is winning a way for Christ. Mary Bright married the minister's son, and they went to Africa. The old deacon has gone to rest now. I wish we had more like him. Jim keeps his mother on the farm yet, but she's getting pretty feeble. You're much obliged. Oh, that's nothing. I'm glad to tell you. You see, I have two of my own boys that are in the work, one in India and the other in China, and another getting ready to go - my name? John Donald. You're laughing? Yes, I was the one who gave only 5 cents that day. What the old man said about putting it in the Lord's hand struck me. But I hope to give the Lord a boy or girl for every one of those 5 cents. Even my two youngest are talking about going already. You see, the Lord said, "Go ye," so we're going. --- ...That's why you go out and witness... 2 Timothy 4: Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all long suffering and doctrine. WHY? Because it is... The Christian’s Joy and Crown https://tinyurl.com/2myfe3aw -<>- _|_ | / \ //_\\ //(_)\\ |/^\| ,%%%% // \\ ,@@@@@@@, ,%%%%/%%% // \\ ,@@@\@@@@/@@, @@@%%%\%%//%%%// === \\ @@\@@@/@@@@@ @@@@%%%%\%%%%%// =-=-= \\@@@@\@@@@@@;%#####, @@@@%%%\%%/%%// === \\@@@@@@/@@@%%%######, @@@@@%%%%/%%//| |\\@\\//@@%%%%%%#/#### '@@@@@%%\\/%~ | | ~ @|| %\\//%%%#####; @@\\//@|| | __ __ | || %%||%%'###### '@|| || | | | | | || ||##\//#### || || | | -|- | | || ||'#||###' || || |_|__|__|_| || || || || ||_/` ======= `\__||_._|| || jgs__||_/` ======= `\_||___ >EXCUSES Written by Lavernon Davis Excuses, excuses, you hear them everyday. Now, the devil he'll supply them, if from church you stay away. When people come to know the Lord, the devil always loses, So to keep them folks away from church, he offers them excuses! In the summer, it's too hot, and in the winter, it's too cold. And in the springtime, when the weather's just right, You find some place else to go. Well, it's up to the mountain Or down to the beach or to visit some old friend, Or just to stay home and kinda relax and hope some of the kinfolks drop in. Well, the church bench is too hard, and that choir sings way too loud. And, boy, you know how nervous you can get when your settin' in a great big crowd. The doctor told you you'd better watch them crowds, they'll set you back, But you go to that ballgame, cause you say it helps you to relax. Well, you have a headache Sunday morning and a backache Sunday night. Well, one of the children has a cold, pneumonia, do you suppose? Why the whole family had to stay home, just to blow that poor kids nose! The preacher, he's too young, maybe he's too old. 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I hope you enjoy them, some are good and some are just kiddy poems..... __..._ _...__ _..-" `Y` "-._ \ Once upon | / \\ a time..| // \\\ | /// \\\ _..---.|.---.._ /// jgs \\`_..---.Y.---.._`// '` `' >This Book I wrote this book just for you Because it was something I wanted to do To show you I love you - I really do care I know its not exciting as going to a fair But if it creates a giggle, a laugh or a smile The time I spent will be worth while. >Play Store I think I will play story and sell many things How about a red bandana and big brass rings I will also sell play dough and lots of mud pies Surely all of these things will catch your eyes So bring all the play money you can possibly find And on the prices, I will be especially kind. Fran Booth (aka Carol Clarke) From Grama's Book 1980's --- ...Love These! Thanks Fran! -<>- ^\_ o_/^ \ ejm97 /_^ `_ \/^ \ / ^ `\ ^ ` >Climbing Over Adversity In March of 1997, I moved to Yamagata City, Japan, to teach English in a private high school. I soon met several climbers in the area and, one day in May, a friend took me to a local climbing gym. There, I noticed a man climbing up a very steep overhanging wall. He was a highly skilled climber with excellent form -- despite that his left leg ended at mid- thigh. During a break I introduced myself. He said, "I'm Mineo Ono. You can call me John if you want! Since I married my wife, Yoko, people call me John Lennon." Later, I carefully asked Mr. Ono when and how he lost his leg. "Cancer," he replied. "They took it off in March. I'm still in the hospital, but they let me out for a day. Don't tell them I'm climbing, they'd get mad at me!" I was stunned. Here was a man two months after an amputation, climbing cheerily up harder routes than I'd ever dreamt of completing. I spent lots of time getting to know Mr. Ono that year. I visited him in the hospital and, on his days out, invited him and his wife over for dinner. He was always cheerful, even through bouts of nausea from his continuous chemotherapy treatments. His great attitude and ability to even joke about the amputation often surprised me. He said, "I've never used a computer before, and all this time in bed seemed a good opportunity to learn, so I got a laptop. I had to pay to get the phone line extended to my bed, but I'm on the Internet now. I want to study English, so let's practice." He emailed: "My name is Mineo no -- M. Ono. I have only one leg, so you can call me Mono!" And: "All this lying around has really made me weak. But since I lost about 10 kilograms with the leg, I can climb as well as ever." Mr. Ono was hospitalized for well over two years, with only occasional visits home. I asked Mrs. Ono if her husband ever got depressed or angry. Her reply was, "Sometimes, yes. But not as often as I would have." His good humor continued after he left the hospital. He wrote describing a small climbing accident. "I was 60 feet up and my artificial leg fell off! Luckily, it didn't land on anyone, and it wasn't badly damaged. I worried that I'd have to buy a new one; they're really expensive!" In April of 2000 I tore a ligament in my knee, and spent three weeks in the hospital. Often I became quite despondent over the loss of function and strength in my leg, and complained. Then I would remember Mr. Ono, and realize how fortunate I was. His attitude and humor in the face of such adversity were lessons I will never forget. By Hugh Everett --- ...His Attitude is awesome! Thanks Fran! 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Thanks Fran! ========================================================== _____ ."` `". __ / \ __ / & /"""""\ & \ / /\ /` 9 9 `\ /\ \ | | /` ^ `\ | | jgs / / \ '-' / \ \ /.-' `-._____.-` `-.\ >With Her Help Story Editor: by Mark J. Mitchell Joyce Schowalter California, USA Dad was diagnosed with small-cell cancer, terminal. "Enjoy what life I have left," he said. He had three good years before his downhill slide. Then a family call said it was time to head north to see Dad as his time drew near. I booked a flight as soon as possible to meet my brother Paul and my sister Claudia in Sacramento. One can imagine my mood as the plane cut through the air. No smiles for anyone on this "bummer trip". I sourly walked through the Sacramento terminal, in no hurry to get anywhere -- especially the hospital. Ahead was a woman with a little girl on her shoulder looking backwards at me. Out of nowhere this girl's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Out of her mouth came one word: "Santa!" Now, I've got long silver white hair, a full beard and mustache, and while I'm not the fat man always depicted, I fit this little girl's vision of Santa Claus. Stopping dead in her tracks, her mother spun around. As she started to apologize for her daughter's outburst, I put my finger to my lips and said, "Sshh! I'm on vacation!" The little girl broke out into a great big smile and shook her head yes. Her mother only smiled and walked away. Her daughter gazed back with her big smile shining. Her smile changed my mood -- and my life. I put it in mind that I wouldn't show Dad anything but a smiling face. At the hospital, I found myself needing the facilities. While washing up, I thought of a way to lighten up the situation. Taking ten feet of toilet paper, I stuffed one end into my pants. I had a tail. Out the door I went -- much to Paul and Claudia's astonishment. Claudia piped up, "Mark, do you know what you have following you?" "Yep," I said. "That I do." "Oh, jeez," said Paul. Arrows painted on walls led to the ICU. All along the way people pointed and laughed. I continued on my way like there was nothing wrong with this world. A glance over my shoulder showed Paul and Claudia following quite distantly. The ICU nurses nearly busted a gut laughing. They pointed at Dad's room, and off I went. Howls of laughter followed me. Dad was sitting up, trying to see what all the commotion was. Taking one look at me standing in the doorway, he said, "I should have known it was you!" I walked to his bedside, gave him a big hug and kiss and told him how much I loved him. Later, Dad called Mom over for a kiss. He said, "See you in Paradise, honey," and away he went. I wish I could thank that little girl. Without her help, I would have been in tears and not much good to Dad. Because of her, Christmas took on a new meaning, which I try to keep alive throughout the year. "Peace on Earth, good will to all." =======HeroicStories======= >-->From LaughAndLift: "Jesus differs from all other teachers; they reach the ear, but he instructs the heart; they deal with the outward letter, but he imparts an inward taste for the truth." - Charles Haddon Spurgeon , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Simple Choices (By Kerry S. Doyal) [Edited] Head over to your local grocery store: So many options So many choices - too many! If you don't know what you are looking for (i.e. wife sends you with a specific list), many things look like viable options. All brands of toilet paper are in play, Detergents - what's the difference? Shampoo, soups & salad dressings: seen one, seen 'em all. ~ NOT HARDLY SO! ~ Don't do it Bucky - stick to the approved items on the list. HORRIBLE analogy, but... God's list of Saviors is short: His Son. Period! His pick of paths away from perdition is particular. Thus despite all the choices - faith paths, philosophies - that parade themselves, clamoring for our allegiance, we must hear what Jesus says in Matthew 7:13-15: "Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves..." "Narrow, small, few" Sounds selective, specific... Glad he warns us! He further warns us in vs. 21-23: "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!' (Matt. 7:21-23 - NIV) The point of distinction? Those who Know Him. They live differently. They do His Father's will. They are entering God's gate, on His narrow path. Their fruit is evident (see vs. 16-21). Do you know HIM? Jesus is the only way, the true truth, the proper path Again, do you know Him? See John 14:6; 3:16, 3:36 "Thank You Lord for making the choices obvious. May I, having chosen YOU, keep choosing you daily. Help me stay on the straight and narrow." SUBSCRIBE INFO Want to receive a Christian inspirational item AND great clean humor in an email to you each day of the week? It's easy and FREE! Read all about Laugh & Lift at http://www.laughandlift.com ========================================================== .---. .---. ,';' `.';' `.. f :Bo. ` d88: `\ /d88P' `\ ; /d888P' `. ',d8&8P' : ;d8&7' | :8: | qx >-->Why I Love Him by Lon Woodrum Say, do you love me Sonny? The question was from me, To my little son, a-swingin' Boy-like on my knee. 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