Bless this Puter... :) Shangy! >Here are the details on our Yahoo ShangyFunList: To Subscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-subscribe@yahoogroups.com To UnSubscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Group home page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ShangyFunList or Web Site: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Group email address: ShangyFunList@yahoogroups.com or email me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net ================ *~* A REMINDER: PLEASE Send me sweet, interesting, funny, inspiring, family type forwards ANY TIME here... bcrsystems@earthlink.net I Need them, Love them, Use them, and Share them! THANK YOU!! AND For Facebook Users: Please Friend Me / Like Me here... http://tinyurl.com/cma6all AND Please Share This email with All Your Friends And Family! ^~^ May God SUPER BLESS You As You Do! THANK YOU! :) -<>- * NOTE: An easy way to adjust the size of print in email or any page is to hold down the Ctrl tab while moving the scroll button on the mouse. You can also use the keyboard to change the font size in your web browser or emails. Hold down the Ctrl key while pressing the + key for larger text or the - key for smaller text! ================ >-->2 HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) This first too hot to handle new page is from our friend Karen. This one left me with my jaw dropping! So amazed was I that I just had to do up a page and share it with all of you. Be sure to watch the video too! |\ ___ | ) / '-. ||.+ L (__ \ || '-.\ ___)* \__ \ || `-. /.__ J__//--. |J `-. |_ '-._ \ _.------. | L ` L__. _/`----.____ / b a (__c> |J \ __,-_____ __._>\__/ ( c " h\ L L \ ./--+///___)_.--' /\ -. \ d e f g / J J | \\__// `--(_.( `--.....-' | \ J )_ _,- \__ \ `--' L | L ` )-)_/ \_._..--''-..) J | | \ [_._._,.. _] | | | ,,' _/ ( __ | _ | J ,' \ _________ / \ \ | _______a:f____ | J_.L_.' \ / _\_/\ ( L | \ / _| / \_ F J J ( (_ L `-. / L \ \__. `. \__ \ / J ^ \ ) \____ \ / L .---.-)_ _/ ) \ /_ | ( `-' \__/. L__\_\ | `-.__.--.___) --- / (_/ J |_ ( .-' --- `---' Amazing Blind Artist! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/blindartist.html --- ...Totally stunning and beautiful! Thank You Karen! This next one is from my 11 year old grandson Alex. It is his first poem. I like the last line the best. /\ /\ / \/\ \ / __| \ \ / / |__ \ \_| |/ / --. ,-- \ / /____________\ | Gerard | Lynch Leaves http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/poems/leaves.html -<>- >From AFA: ,="=-. ,`'oo' \o`. ( .88 |^||^)) ) , ) ) `@ (@' (. ( ` , `C ' ) `) `-=' ,/ ._c/ `-=' ,-( `-.,')-. gpyy `( ) `' '` Girl Scouts of America policy change: Boys dressing as girls can join A new Girl Scouts of America (GSA) policy states it will extend membership to boys who identify as girls. Sign our petition to tell the Girl Scouts of America to stop this nonsense by rescinding this dangerous policy now! http://tinyurl.com/kxknyht The Girl Scouts of America has lost its moral compass http://tinyurl.com/m5rhmnq And needs your encouragement to rescind this new policy. Since 2003, bad policies like this have resulted in GSA's enrollment dropping by over one million girls, almost 27% of its membership. Sign our petition to tell the Girl Scouts of America to stop this nonsense by rescinding this dangerous policy now! Take Action Now! http://tinyurl.com/kxknyht Tim Wildmon, President American Family Association --- ...My two cents... We all know children who look different or act different get picked on the worse, so why put these children through more trauma? And why put our girls though it? Just shows what a crazy world we are living in when people think this is acceptable. =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: spring is in the air... \ moooooh! \ / _/\_/\ __(\___/)___ (, (o\\/ \_/_ _ (__/ /` _ /\ ), (o \ /~ _//\ \___ /_ / \___ \_('|| ~ || \ \__,-' ~ || \ ||____||/ \ ||____||/ \ | === | \_\ | === | \_\ _| . |_/ ) _/| . |_/ ) _____ / | | / /\_____/ /| | / /\_______ | (_(| - (_(/ \_\| - \_\/ | | | | | | | | | ' | | ' | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |__'____| |__'____| | | || || || || | |b'ger____/ /\/ /\___________/ /\/ /\_________| (_(_(_(_/ /_/_/_/_/ >THE GLORY OF SPRING by Kathy Whirity I opened up the door this morning and did a little jig. I smiled at the falling rain even though the drops were big. Those drops didn't discourage me as they fell on the window pane, before the dawn of sunshine I knew there'd be some rain For now the barren gardens are floating in muddy gloom, soon they'll house the buds from where the flowers bloom. We've looked forward to a grand awakening that is happily in the works, a burst of new life from where the bare tree limb lurks. The snow has all melted, Jack Frost has been sent on his way, though we thought we'd never see it we welcome Spring this day. I saw a robin perched on the roof, perhaps scouting out a nest, I placed shedded dog hair on the fence post, mama robin will do the rest. Soon tiny tots on swing sets will be reaching for the sky, filled with wonder and laughter, the magic won't pass them by. The glory of Spring and the awakening it brings, is the joy in the tune that the bluebird sings. It is a chance for us to improve on the days that lie ahead, to make sure the bounty of our blessings keep our hearts and souls well fed. Gardener's thumbs will once again regain their color green, while blooming shades of purple, pink, and red will reign supreme. Spring nights are for young lover's walking hand and hand in the park, beneath the starry skies, a chance to dance in the dark. Every Spring season we are rewarded with this glorious gift of rebirth, and reminded of our own new beginnings every Springtime on this earth. Young dreams will be carried along on warm soothing breezes, sweet recollections of life anew and all that pleases. So, I'm enjoying the rhythm of the gentle falling rain, it's nature's way of saying there is so much for us to gain. These wonderful days of Spring will be bursting out in song, a sweet melody of promise that carries our hopes along. AND THAT'S THE GLORY OF SPRING! -- Kathy Whirity __________________________________________________ Kathy Whirity is a syndicated newspaper columnist who shares her sentimental musings on family life. You may visit her web site at: http://www.kathywhirity.com ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) __ ___ / / ___( (\_( ) )/ / |\___` \\_\/_/_/_\ | | ____/\_\`._._.\ | ||\__/ '_\ \`_._\ \|| | | | | | | || | |^| | | | \ | | | | \|ejm__| |____| >Sharing When we share laughter, There's twice the fun; When we share success, We've surpassed what we've done. When we share problems, There's half the pain; When we share tears, A rainbow follows rain. When we share dreams, They become more real; When we share secrets, It's our hearts we reveal. If we share a smile, That's when our love shows; If we share a hug, That's when our love grows. If we share with someone On whom we depend, That person is always Family or friend. And what draws us closer And makes us all care, Is not what we have, But the things we share --- ...Awww, so true! Thanks LouiseA! , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' This is important with God's Word too! It reminds me of this great teaching... Receive - Retain - Release [The 3 R's of God's Word] http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Study/RECEIVE_RETAIN_RELEASE.htm -<>- >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .-"''-. _ .' `( \ @/ ') ,--,__,-" / / \ / / _/ __| , |/ / .~ `\ / \ , | / .~ `\ ` / _/ _/ .~ `\ ~~`__/ / ~ `--'/ / / / / /' /jgs >Change of Heart By Muriel J. Bussman When our youngest sister was born sixty years ago, my little brother was six and I was eight. I had always been the "Big Sister" and he had always been "The Baby." Our sister's arrival was a complete surprise to both of us. In those days no one worried much about sibling rivalry, and no "experts" told us how to deal with another child in the house. We had wise and loving grandparents, however. I was thrilled about the baby and loved to hold her and help care for her. My brother's feelings were quite different! He looked at her briefly and left, preferring to spend the evening in his room. When I went to his room to talk to him and try to get him to play games with me, he just looked away. "Why did they have to go and get that old baby?" Later that night, Grandpa came over to see the new baby. As he held her, he said to my brother, "You know, she's a lot like that lamb I'm raising on the bottle. I have to take care of her and feed her often, just the way your Mama does with the baby." My brother said, "I'd rather have the lamb" under his breath, but just loud enough for Grandpa to hear. Even though Grandpa seemed pretty old to me (at least fifty, I figured), he could hear very well, and he heard my brother's muttered comment. "Well," said Grandpa, "if you'd rather have a lamb, maybe we could trade. I'll give you a day to think it over, and if you still want to trade tomorrow, we'll do it." I thought I saw him wink at Mama, but I knew I must have been mistaken because Grandpa never winked at anyone. After Grandpa left, Mama asked my brother if he wanted her to read to him. He cuddled up beside her, and she read to him for a long while. He kept looking at the baby, and Mama asked him to hold his little sister while she went to get a diaper. When Mama came back, my brother was gently touching the baby's smooth black hair, and as he held her hand, she grasped his finger. "Mama, look! She's holding my hand!" "Sure, she knows you're her big brother," Mama smiled. He held the baby for a few more minutes, and he seemed much happier at bedtime. Grandpa came back the next evening as he had promised and called my brother to talk to him. "Well, are you ready to trade the baby for a lamb?" My brother looked surprised that Grandpa had remembered the bargain. "She's worth two lambs now." Grandpa seemed to be taken aback at this breach of contract. He said that he'd have to think it over and would be back the next night to talk about it. The next day was a Saturday, and my brother and I spent much of the day indoors watching the baby have her bath, watching her sleep and holding her. My brother held her three more times that day. He looked worried when Grandpa came to see us that evening and called him over to talk. "You know, I've thought about that baby-and-lamb trade all day, and you really do drive a hard bargain. I've decided, though, that the baby is probably worth two lambs. I think we can do business." My brother hesitated very briefly before answering Grandpa. "She's a whole day older now, and I think she's worth five lambs." Grandpa looked shocked, and he slowly shook his head. "I don't know. I'll have to go home and give your offer some serious thought. Maybe I'll have to talk it over with my banker." Grandpa left soon after, and my brother seemed worried. I tried to get him to play some games with me, but he went to Mama's room and held the baby for a long time. The next day, Sunday, Grandpa came to visit us in the early afternoon. He told my brother he had come early because if he had to round up five lambs and get a room ready for the baby, he'd need an early start. My brother took a deep breath, looked Grandpa squarely in the eye and made an announcement. "The baby is worth fifty lambs now!" Grandpa looked at him in disbelief and shook his head. "I'm afraid the deal's off. I can't afford fifty lambs for one little baby. I guess you'll have to keep her and help your parents take care of her." My brother turned away with a little smile he didn't know I saw, and this time I really did see Grandpa wink at Mama. -<>- __ _ | | Yye |_| |--| .---. e AA | | | | /.--./\ e A // || \/\ e A //|/|| |\/\ aa a |\o/ o/-- ///|\|| | \/\ . ~o \.'\.o' //|\|/|| | |\/\ . /.` \o' //\|/|\|| | | \/\ ( ( . \o' __ __ _//|/|\|/|| | | |\/`--' ' __/__/__//|\|/|\|| | | | `--' |\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/|| | | | | RG +a:f >"Hurtling Through Space" It was just a day at Darien Lake, an upstate New York amusement park. My daughter, her friend, and I were standing in the usual long, snaking line to ride the park's roller coaster, called the Viper. It was our first ride of the day, and we like roller coasters, both wood and steel. In line with us was a group of teenage African-American girls. They were passing the long wait by joking and laughing and just having a good time. In their care was a little girl, about nine years old, just barely tall enough to reach the magic mark of amusement park adulthood that earns access to the Viper. When we reached the final point-of-no-return before launching, I noticed that the little girl was an odd number in her group, and therefore, without someone with whom to ride. I hesitated. After all, I was a stranger and a white man. On the other hand, I was with my own kid and her friend, so, I would probably be considered "safe." I didn't have a fellow rider, either. The older girls suddenly noticed their predicament and were talking about what to do -- where would the little girl ride? I finally mustered the nerve to speak up. "She can ride with me, if she wants." They asked her. "OK." They had her get in the chute next to mine. I let her in the car first and pulled down the safety bar. The coaster started up. Then the little girl turned and looked up at me. "Would you hold my hand?" Shocked inside, I just replied, "Sure." She put her little hand inside mine, and we climbed the first hill. When we started down, she squeezed my hand for all she was worth, closed her eyes so tightly that they were barely visible slits, and cried as intensely as she possibly could. We were hurtling out into time and space and the universe together, just the two of us, this little African-American girl and this white Anglo stranger. I had been there before, but this was new and frightening for her, and she trusted me for her safety and comfort. Every time we reached a level area, her eyes opened and she relaxed her grip -- a little. She never let go completely. But whenever we went into a dip or turn, she bore down, and the tears fell again. At the end of the ride, I think that she was proud of herself. I told her older friends that they should buy her a special "I survived the Viper" button. They smiled and left for other rides. As our groups turned to go their separate ways, I thought about the little children who had been hurt by adults over the decades and the centuries. I thought about the responsibility that we adults have toward them. I thought about the tremendous privilege inherent in that responsibility. And I thought about trust. This little girl had not bothered to see a stereotype, what I might appear to be on the outside. She just knew that she needed someone to trust. In just a few moments she had given me the best lesson I have ever had in trust, both how to trust others and how to respect, value, appreciate, and enjoy the trust given by another person. Years later, I can still feel that little hand inside mine. Thank you, little girl -- I wish I had asked your name. As human beings on this planet, we are thrown together into many situations and roller coaster rides. We hurtle through space at thousands of miles an hour. The single most important aspect of our ride is how we treat those in the car with us. - By Vance Agee -<>- .---. (_---_) (_/6 6\_) ( v ) `\ /' .-'': ;``-. / \,Y./ \ / (:)___ \ : .-'XXX`-.`\_; `.__.-XXX-.__.'\_ / / XXX \ \ `\_ / XXX \ `\ / XXX \ _`\___ jgs / \ (`--"""-') / \ (=-=-=-=-) `--...___ ___...--' (________) >An Unexpected Moment... By Sara L. Henderson It was hard to watch her fail. Physically she was growing thinner and more stooped. Mentally she was losing her ability to sort out reality. Initially, my grandmother had railed angrily against the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that were eroding who she had always been. Eventually, the anger gave way to frustration, and then resignation. My grandmother had always been a strong woman. She had a career before it was common for women to have careers. She was independent. In her eighties, she was still dragging out her stepladder every spring to wash all the windows in her house. She was also a woman with a deep faith in God. As my grandmother lost her ability to live alone, my father moved her into his home. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren were often in the house. She seemed to enjoy being surrounded by the noise and activity of a large, extended family. As she slipped further away from us mentally, my grandmother would occasionally have moments of lucidity when she knew where she was and recognized everyone around her. We never knew what prompted those moments, when they would occur or how long they would last. Toward the end of her life she became convinced that her mother had knit everything she owned. "Mama knit my boots," she would tell strangers, holding up a foot clad in galoshes. "Mama knit my coat," she would say with a vacant smile as she zipped up her raincoat. Soon we were putting on her boots for her and helping her zip up her coat. During my grandmother's last autumn with us, we decided to take a family outing. We packed up the cars and went to a local fair for a day of caramel apples, craft booths and carnival rides. Grandma loved flowers, so my dad bought her a rose. She carried it proudly through the fair, stopping often to breathe in its fragrance. Grandma couldn't go on the carnival rides, of course, so she sat on a bench close by and waited while the rest of the family rode. Her moments of lucidity were now a thing of the past - having eluded her for months - but she seemed content to sit and watch as life unfolded around her. While the youngest members of the family ran, laughing to get in line at the next ride, my father took my grandmother to the nearest bench. A sullen-looking young woman already occupied the bench, but said she wouldn't mind sharing the bench. "Mama knit my coat," my Grandmother told the young woman as she sat down. We didn't let my grandmother out of our sight, and when we came back to the bench to get her, the young woman was holding the rose. She looked as though she had been crying. "Thank you for sharing your grandmother with me," she said. Then she told us her story. She had decided that day was to be her last on Earth. In deep despair and feeling she had nothing to live for, she was planning to go home and commit suicide. While she sat on that bench with Grandma, as the carnival noises swirled around them, she found herself pouring out her troubles. "Your grandmother listened to me," the young woman informed us. "She told me about a time in her own life, during the Depression, when she had lost hope. She told me that God loved me and that He would watch over me and would help me make it through my problems. She gave me this rose. She told me that my life would unfold, just like this rose, and that I would be surprised by its beauty. She told me my life was a gift. She said she would be praying for me." We stood, dumbfounded, as she hugged my grandmother and thanked her for saving her life. Grandma just smiled a vacant smile and patted her arm. As the young woman turned to leave, she waved good-bye to us. Grandma waved back and then turned to look at us, still standing in amazement. "Mama knit my hat," she said. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Growing Old!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/growingold.html Typewriter Art 2!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/typeart2.html Dog Rescue Stories http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogrescues.html Fairy Garden Pot Art!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/potart.html Wang Yu's Little Critters!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/chinaart.html Legrand's Whimsical Art!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/legrandart.html Amazing Human Progress!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/humanprogress.html Kinkade - Painter Of Light!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/kinkade.html Jeff Nishinaka's Paper Sculptures!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/paperart2.html -<>- >From Our Friend Geniann :) Lone Ranger Story told by Jay Thomas http://biggeekdad.com/2012/10/the-lone-ranger-story/#.UwijC6YLwSc.email Restore your faith in humanity in 4 minutes flat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btiDHCuWyBA&feature=player_embedded --- ...Awesome! Thanks Geniann! -<>- >From our friend LouiseA :) We may think that we have limits, but these limits are more something we impose on ourselves, rather than a thing beyond our control. These incredible people show us that with determination and will, we can do almost anything. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VWf8CXwPoqI An entertaining video of 50 of the most beautiful movie stars ever to grace the big screen. Some of my favorite beautiful movie stars are Katherine Hepburn, Hedy Lamarr, Ava Gardner, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Angelina Jolie, Charize Theron and Natalie Portman. The accompanying song "Different Dreams" was written by Richard Kates and sung by Claire Moore. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5XetQeFu-0&feature=player_embedded Animals do a lot of things funny, but what's mostly on their mind, and which will incur a host of funny and bizarre behaviors we humans find both hilarious and adorable. Here's for that smile that's already creeping on your face. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlmidIPuZ58&feature=player_embedded In Brazil, women who want to go to the toilet encounter a mirror that does not show their reflection. Very strange and very funny ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdTCoQ4oidg&feature=player_embedded Visit Melissa's Online Store You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at the online store http://pdhomes.net/mall/babylissa/mySTORES/ISELL4.html ========================================================== ______ _\ _~-\___ = = ==(____AA____D \_____\___________________,-~~~~~~~`-.._ / o O o o o o O O o o o o o o O o |\_ `~-.__ ___..----.. ) `---~~\___________/------------````` = ===(_________D -Roland >Finding the Courage to Fly Story Editor: by Annie Stephanski Joyce Schowalter California, USA My sister and her family live on the east coast and we rarely get to see one another. During one telephone call in 2002, I mentioned that I might fly to see them during their Spring Break. But after the call, I changed my mind. I had a tiny nursing baby and a potty-training toddler, and my husband wouldn't be able to fly with us due to his work schedule. There was no way -- especially with tighter air travel rules after the September 11 attack -- that I could get my children and all of our gear onto and off of an airplane. However, my sister and her gang were so excited at the prospect of our visit, they cried the next time we were on the telephone together. Then I thought of my HeroicStories newsletters, and of all the kind people out there in the world, and I decided to go ahead and fly, hoping that I'd have good luck. Many people made our trip easier. When the officer at the metal detectors saw the two children, a double stroller, a car seat and me, he told my husband that he could get a pass to help us through security and to our gate. The airline personnel also took one look at us and wrote the pass that allowed my husband to help us through. We had no idea that this was possible, since now you must show a boarding pass to get through the checkpoint. We had assumed I'd be on my own. Once down the jetway, a flight attendant saw us and was instantly upon us. She took my toddler by the hand, lifted the car seat with her other hand, and saw them both to our seats. While I was folding the stroller, two other passengers offered to help. Our seatmate, Raina, was an angel. She colored pictures with my toddler, shared her tray table with us, and held the baby while I made restroom breaks. She was helpful and kind beyond all that I'd hoped. She even carried the car seat off the plane for me when we landed. As luck would have it, once we were on the ground my 2-year-old fell deep asleep and could not be roused. The lady across the aisle carried my sleeping toddler off the plane and placed her in the stroller for me. Of course, my sister and her children were there to meet us with hugs and kisses. It was a wonderful visit for us all. Without the assistance of these sympathetic strangers I don't know how I would have managed. I had visions of all three of us, myself and my two little ones, curled up and sobbing in our seats. That didn't happen because people were willing to help. Thank you to all of them, and thanks to HeroicStories for making me think it was possible to find compassionate strangers on my journey. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Our Friend Linda :) _______________ / / (__/') / /'. | | _____ | | | | | (_) | | | | | __ . | | @| | | __, | |@%@ jgs | | __) | |@%@%@.-.-.-.-. \_\_________\_\@%@%@%_ _ _ _.' ` ^ ^ ^ ^ >40 Tips For a Better Life Life is made up of good and bad lessons we accumulate along the way. In order to understand it, we must separate it into a few domains, each with its own lessons to teach us. This list of good advice was given by a group of people from all ages. So here are 40 great tips for a great life! Health 1. Drink a lot of water 2. Eat your breakfast like kings, lunch like princes, and dinner like beggars 3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat fewer foods made in factories 4. Live your life according to the TEE princpile: Truth, Empathy and Energy. 5. Make time for contemplation and/or prayer 6. Involve more game playing in your life 7. Read more books than you read last year 8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes a day 9. Invest at least 7 hours of sleep every sleep 10. Take 10-30 minutes to walk somewhere each day. Smile while you walk. Character 11. Don't compare your lives to those of others. You have no idea what their journey actually looks like. 12. Don't waste time on negative thoughts or things you cannot change. Instead, divert your energy to a positive moment in the present. 13. Don't exaggerate in your actions, keep yourself in check. 14. You don't have to win EVERY argument. Agree to disagree. 15. Don't waste your energy gossipping. 16. Dream more while you're awake. 17. Envy is a waste of time. You may already have all you need, but if not, envy won't get it for you. 18. Forget past events and don't remind your partners of their past mistakes. It will ruin your present happiness. 19. Life's too short to hate people. Don't hate in vain. 20. Make peace with your past, or it will destroy you at present. 21. No one is responsible for your happiness but you. 22. Realize that life is a school and you're here to learn. Problems are just a part of learning, but the lesson they teach will be with you for life 23. Smile more. Laugh more. 24. Don't take yourselves so seriously, no one else will! Community 25. Call your family often. 26. Every day give or do something good for another. 27. Forgive everyone, for everything. 28. Spend time with people over 80 and under 6 - it will teach you a lot. 29. Try to make at least three people smile, every day. 30. What other people think of you is none of your concern. 31. Your work won't take care of you when you're sick. Your family and friends will. Don't cut ties. Life 32. Do the right thing. It pays in the long term. 33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or brings you enjoyment 35. Forgiveness heals all wounds. 36. No matter how good or bad the current situation is, it'll change. 37. The best is yet to come. 38. When you wake up alive in the morning, don't take it for granted - embrace it. 39. The secret of secrets in your heart is that you CAN be happy - so be happy. 40. Never forget to enjoy the time you have, the moment you are in, and the people that share these things with you! --- ...Super! Thanks Linda! =================================================== >-->From SermonFodder: >Six Items or Less I was in the six item express lane at the store quietly fuming. Completely ignoring the sign, the woman ahead of me had slipped into the check-out line pushing a cart piled high with groceries. Imagine my delight when the cashier beckoned the woman to come forward looked into the cart and asked, "So which six items would you like to buy?" -<>- ___.-~"~-._ __....__ .' ` \ ~"~ ``-. /` _ ) `\ `\ /` a) / | `\ :` / | \ <`-._|` .-. ( / . `;\\ _.-~"~-. `-. `--'_.'-.;\___/' . . | \\ ;`a) ) `\ _ /:--` | / / .' \\ / / |~=-=--. ("\ /`/ | ' ' / ;`'._/ ,;_ | / ". `\'\_/`/ .\ /`~`=-.: / ``.,__/ ` `| `"~` \ `._.' /`\ | `\ /( .--' / / |\ / /\ | `Y / \ / ____/\ | / `" jgs J / Y | | /`\ \ /__/ | |`-...-\ | / | | | | | | | '"" | | |`\ | "---" /___| /___| /__| /__| /__/__| '""" '""" '""" '""" '"""'"" >God's Wisdom in Creation God's wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant.. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction. No other quadrupeds so made. God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily. The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first. How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation! God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains.. Each watermelon has an even number of stripes on the rind. Each orange has an even number of segments. Each ear of corn has an even number of rows. Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains. Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number. The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather. All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers. -<>- .-. __| |__ [__ __] | | | | jgs | | '-' >HOW FAR HAVE WE COME? In the nearly three hundred years before Christianity was legalized by Constantine, followers of Christ faced terrible persecution. For ten generations, Christians dug nearly six hundred miles of catacombs beneath and around the city of Rome. Catacombs were underground tombs where Christians often gathered in secret for worship. Thousands and thousands of Christians were buried there as a result of intense persecution. Archaeologists who have explored the catacombs have found a common inscription scattered throughout them. The inscription was the Greek word "ichthus," which was used as an acrostic for "Jesus Christ, God's Son, the Savior." You might recognize this sign because now these fish symbols are scattered across the backs of cars belonging to Christians. How far we have come when we paste this symbol identified with martyred brothers and sisters in the first century onto the backs of our SUVs and luxury sedans in the twenty-first century. --David Platt, Radical (Multnomah, 2010) (The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com) ---------- This is brought to you by the Sermon Fodder List. For a dose of Christian humor and a modern-day parable go to www.sermonfodder.com and click at the bottom to join by email, or join us on Facebook. Please leave this attached if you forward or post on the web. ============================================================ >-->From Kidwarmers: _..._ .'.'|'. '. .' /.'| \ '. /-.|_.-|-._|_.-\ || || ||_, \|/ .-""-. || .' '. ||__./ ,,, ,,, \_ '---. (.)(.) .\ | |\\ | '--' | ||_ | ;=|\. \ //__\\ jgs '-.____.-'|||||| `====' >THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Cali, 2, was watching a Barney movie. In the movie, it was raining. Cali turned to her mother and said, almost crying, "But I wanted to go outside!" -- Cathy (mother of Cali) of Dillard, Georgia A few years ago Ellen's pastor decided it would be good to hand out pamphlets in several small towns in their area. Young members were encouraged to go door to door. Shaun, Ellen's son, was teamed up with David, 7. One resident wasn't very pleased to have two boys show up at his door with religious material and he let them know with "colorful" language. As they quickly left the man's house, David, who had never heard those words before, turned to Shaun and said, "Was that man speaking English?" -- Ellen of Alberta, Canada Max, 3, came into his grandmother's room and climbed up on her bed with a small cup of fruit juice. A few drops of juice sloshed on to her bedspread. Max glanced at the small wet spots and said, "Look, Nana! My cup wet your bed!" -- Sandi (grandmother of Max) of Lehigh, Florida Evan, 6, was having a very difficult time getting up from bed one morning. His mother said, "It sure is difficult to get up so early for school, isn't it?" Evan replied, "NO, it isn't difficult. It's just that you didn't let me get any rest before waking me up. I just closed my eyes five minutes ago!" (That was said after eight hours of sleep!) -- Karen Darnell (mother of Evan) of Columbia, Kentucky __ .' '. : : | _ _ | .-.|(o)(o)|.-. _._ _._ ( ( | .--. | ) ) .',_ '. .' _,'. '-/ ( ) \-' / /' `\ \ __ / /' `\ \ / '--' \ / / \.' './ \ \ \ `"===="` / `-` : _ _ : `-` `\ /' |(o)(o)| `\ /' | | /`-.-`\_ / \ _..:;\._/V\_./:;.._ / .--. \ .'/;:;:;\ /^\ /:;:;:\'. | ( ) | / /;:;:;:;\| |/:;:;:;:\ \ _\ '--' /__ jgs / /;:;:;:;:;\_/:;:;:;:;:\ \ .' '-.__.-' `-. Marzieh was about 10. She had opened a can of chicken noodle soup and was facing her mother with one hand on her hip and the other up like, "I'm a little teapot...". Marzieh said, "OK, NOW what do I do? Because the last time you said it was constipated!" (She meant concentrated!) -- Gayle (mother of Marzieh) of Sacramento, California Mallory, 3 at the time, was on her way with her mother for a fun project day at the Naked Clay Cafe over spring break last year. On the way her mother explained to her what they would be doing (painting pottery). Mallory asked, "Mommy, what is the special place called?" Dawn told her it was the Naked Clay Cafe because all the pottery was naked and they would need to paint the pottery and add colors. Mallory said very seriously, "I'm not going to take my clothes off!" -- Dawn Jackson (mother of Mallory) of Kendallville, Indiana Here's another story from when Mallory was 3. She always waved at her daddy when he left to go somewhere. One day, to be funny, her father pulled out of the garage, into the garage, back out, and so on. Mallory looked at her mother and said, "I will never do that when I'm four!" ||| \'''-/ \__/ o | ) | | | ____|_____ o |----------| `\ | [:I] (@) | `\|----------| |()()()()()|\ | .------. | \ /|__ | | -- | | o-----[ --- | '------' | `\""` |----------| \_ _.._ _/ (_)( )(_) jgs "" Leah and her 14-year-old daughter Sarah were on their way to an appointment. Leah had forgotten to take her printed directions with them, so they called the gentleman they were visiting to get them again. He told them to Leah and Leah relayed them to Sarah, who wrote them down. The house happened to be in an area of town that Leah goes through frequently and Leah commented that she thought they should take a right instead of a left. With the weary patience of one who has been with her mom during several frustrating bouts of Direction Dyslexia, Sarah replied, "Mom, this time let's just follow the directions." -- Leah Clark of Tampa, Florida After Jennifer had four boys, no one, save her husband, was more surprised to learn that they were finally having a little girl. In preparing the 2-year-old and the 3-year-old for the arrival, Jennifer encouraged them to talk to their baby sister via her belly button. It has become a nightly game for them, and they both giggle with excitement. Recently, however, the 3-year-old, Connor, became concerned about how much his mother is expanding. He touched Jennifer's belly and exclaimed, "Mommy, don't pop!" -- Jennifer Metz of Auburn, Indiana ."'=-, ,.,.,_ (_____ )."=` `"=, ./_ _ \`\ `;.. / (o(o) |\=\ ; `; (_/| | \ | ;`"` | | ` ; \ .. /`,_ _.' `---' `#"#""'"#'#^ # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # jgs /#|#\ /#|#\ `"`"` `"`"` For Mother's Day, Carolyn was invited to her son's home for dinner. She took along desserts as her contribution to the happy occasion. One of Carolyn's desserts was a pumpkin bundt cake. Her grandson Drew thought she said, "Butt cake!" -- Rose (friend of Carolyn) of South Lyon, Michigan ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) __ __ / \ /| |'-. .\__/ || | | _ / `._ \|_|_.-' | / \__.`=._) (_ |/ ._/ |"""""""""| |'. `\ | | ;"""/ / | | jgs ) /_/| |.-------.| ' `-`' " " >Bless this Puter Every night I lie in bed This little prayer inside my head God bless my mom and dad and bless my children who brings me so much joy... God, there's just one more thing I wish that you would do if you don't mind my asking to bless my 'puter', too?? Now I know that it's not normal to bless a small machine but listen just a second and I'll try to explain... You see, that little metal box holds more than odds and ends Inside those small components rest a hundred loving friends. Some it's true I've never seen and most I've never met... never shaken hands or ever truly hugged, and yet... I know for sure they love me by the kindnesses they give, and this little scrap of metal is how I get to where they live. By faith is how I know them, Much the same as I know You. I share in life it brings them, So if it's OK with you... Just take an extra minute from your duties up above... to bless this little hunk of steel that's filled with so much love. --- ...Amen! Thanks LouiseA! I do thank God for the computer! That's how I met most of you! (¯`v´¯) `*.¸.*´ ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•. 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