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 Wishing Everyone A Happy SAFE Memorial Day Weekend :)

>FORGOTTEN HEROES

   They return from every war
   Thanking God to be alive.
   They meld into society,
   Feeling blessed to have survived.

   Some, with daily nightmares
   And memories hard to bear,
   Some, with physical reminders,
   Of limbs no longer there.

   Some, with great hopes for the future,
   Discover jobs are hard to find
   And feel that this Country
   is neither loyal or kind.

   Some of them return,
   To be confined to bed and chair
   And never have a visitor
   To offer thanks or a word of cheer.

   They are the forgotten heroes,
   Who answered this Nation's call,
   Our brave, American Veterans...
   Who were willing to give their all.

-- Freda Fullerton    <Fjful @ aol.com>


We bow our heads and thank them true
As only our God and Father can do
We Ask that He keep them safe and sound
In His loving Arms where all goodness abounds
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>-->From HeartWarmers:

  All we have of freedom, all we use or know -
  This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.
     -- Rudyard Kipling

     America honors those who have protected its freedom this Memorial
Day.  
     Kay offers us a wonderful story today about her grandmother,
Memorial Day, and those thousands of servicemen and women who have given
us our way of life.
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>WHITE ROSE WREATH by Kay Seefeldt

     Vernal rebirth to our small coastal island seemed to come much
later than any where else in the state of Maine.
     By Memorial Day, April showers had not yet kept its promise of May
flowers.
     Due to this annual shortage, ingenious island women made up this
deficit by spending days with scissors in hand, crafting miles of crepe
paper into floral facsimiles fit to grace cemetery lots of their
deceased loved ones.
     Grammie was master of this art form.
     She would cut stacks of pink, red, yellow, and white petal shapes.
With her nimble fingers, she pulled and puffed them into lush fullness.
With a rolling motion of the scissors, she fluted the petals' tips.  By
attaching and overlapping those petals to green paper wrapped wire
stems, roses magically burst into full bloom.  Or sometimes, small buds.
     My favorites though were the single petaled white flowers with the
long yellow stamen.  Grammie told me they were calla lilies. Years
later, I saw my first real calla in a florist's shop and recognized it
immediately.  I still marvel over their simple elegance.  Several of
these exotic beauties have a home in my garden window.
     Patiently, Grammie taught me the fine art of petal arranging. My
first attempts weren't very professional, but when mine were combined
with hers in vases, they became breathtaking bouquets.
     After the flowers were completed, Grammie dipped them in melted
paraffin.  Instantly, they were transformed into translucent splendor
that rivaled the real thing.  With a bit of imagination one could almost
smell their fragrant scent.  I'm not so sure that Grammie didn't drop a
bit of her Evening in Paris perfume from the cobalt bottle into the
melted wax.
     As Memorial Day approached, our teachers explained its significance
as a special time to honor and show appreciation to fallen American
soldiers.  In the mid 50s, WWII was still a haunting memory to many.
     To commemorate Memorial Day, students and teachers marched from
school to the nearest wharf.  One of the teachers offered a prayer of
thankfulness for soldiers who willingly paid the ultimate sacrifice for
their country.  After singing God Bless America, a student solemnly
tossed the wreath of white roses onto the waters of the Atlantic Ocean
in honor of those buried or lost at sea.
     Seeing those white flowers floating on the cold, dark ocean waters
left me with an indelible memory and a feeling of sadness for parents
who'd never be able to welcome their loved ones home.  In profound
silence, we returned to school to be excused.
     Island women no longer painstakingly make their paper roses.
Plastic Memorial flowers became a much easier alternative.  The school's
tradition of tossing the white wreath into the ocean ended as well.  I
do not know why.
     But I do know how my entire being filled with awe, knowing I was
part of a small band of children and teachers to remember and honor the
brave men who gave their lives to keep America a place where freedom
rings.
     May they never be forgotten.

                 -- Kay Seefeldt    <birdnest @ megalink.net>

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Kay is a published author and she enjoys gardening, reading, painting in
watercolors, and teaching watercolors to adults.  Kay was pleased to see
in the daily paper recently that elementary school children near where
she lives in Maine are creating a display of candles and flags for a
park as a Memorial Day tribute to service men and women. She thanks God
for all the blessings in her life, great and small.

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>-->WATCH THE CHILDREN By: Joseph J. Mazzella

     I just love weekday afternoons in May. It is during this
special time that I get to see one of the most wonderful sights in
the world. It is a sight that teaches me again and again about what
life truly is all about. I get to see it mainly when I go to pick up
my youngest son from school. I can even hear it as I get out of my
car. Its musical and magical sound floats happily through the air
from the playground just off the preschool building. It is the sound
of children at play.

     Each day just before I pick up my boy I take in this glorious
and happy sight of the preschool children having one last recess
before they go home. Many of the parents are there as well smiling
as they watch that special joy that their children are creating. I
look on as one happy boy swings and calls out for his teacher to
watch. I see two smiling girls skip, laugh, and gather handfuls of
dandelions to give their Moms. I watch as two boys ride the rocking
horses with all the energy and delight that their little hearts can
muster. I smile upon seeing a girl hanging upside down from the
miniature money bars and giggling at the whole world. As I get my
own son he too runs for the swing set for one last ride as well
before we head home. He may have the body of a 12 year old, but he
still has the bliss of a child's heart, mind, and soul.

     These beautiful children remind me everyday that life truly is
about joy, laughter, and love.  Anything else is just details. We
may all have to go to our jobs, clean our homes, raise our families,
and take care of all the tasks in life. Still, there is no reason we
can't do all these things with love, laughter, and joy. In fact the
only thing we should take seriously in this life is the love and joy
that we choose and share. It is what makes life worth living and it
is God's greatest gift to us all. Cherish that gift then. Rejoice in
it. Share it with the world. And if you don't think you can remember
how to then stop by a playground one day and watch the children.

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>A Great Dog Story

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was  a
real character.  Whenever Mary and Jim had company come
for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to  not leave
their  luggage open because Lucky would help himself to
whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably someone would  forget
and something  would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go
to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the  treasure
would be,  amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always
stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very  particular
that his toys  stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told
her she was  going to die of this  disease...she was just sure it
was fatal.

She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital  she cuddled
with  Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky?
Although the  three-year-old dog liked Jim he was Mary's dog
through and through. If I die Lucky will be abandoned,  Mary
thought. He  won't understand that I didn't want to leave him.

The thought made her sadder than thinking of her  own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her  doctors
had  anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two  weeks.

Jim took Lucky  for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just
drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the  day came for
Mary to leave  the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary
was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the  steps to
her bedroom.  Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch
and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her  when
she called. It  made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her
and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she  couldn't
Understand what  was wrong. She couldn't move her head and
her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way  to laughter
though  when Mary realized the problem. she was covered,
literally blanketed in every   treasure Lucky  owned! While she
had  slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the
basement and back bringing  his beloved mistress his favorite
things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary  forgot
about dying.  Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking
further and further together every night.

It's  been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.
Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in  his toy
box but Mary  remains his greatest  treasure.

Live everyday to the fullest...because every day is a blessing from
God!

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>Couple makes Jesus Christ the king of their hearts
By Greg Miller

Jorge and Jillian had been married for five years when they asked Jesus 
Christ to forgive their sins and reside in their hearts.

The couple were baptized the following Sunday. They loved the Lord, and 
they wanted their lives to please Him. But they realized that there was 
room for continued improvement in their walk with God.

Jorge observed that he still had a problem with lying. Looking in her 
spiritual mirror, Jillian realized that pride was still trying to raise 
her ugly head.

The couple prayed about their problem and came up with the solution. 
"We've asked Jesus Christ to come into our hearts," Jillian said. "But 
we're doing some things that don't honor Him as the Lord of our lives."

"You're right, Honey," Jorge said. "Jesus is our savior, but we need His 
help in certain areas. We need for Him to be the King of our Hearts."

"Wow!," exclaimed Jillian. "Another of those `bright idea' light bulbs 
just turned on inside my brain!"

Jillian was known throughout the community for her "bright ideas," some 
of which were a little dimmer than others.

"What's your idea?," Jorge asked.

"Let's have a ceremony to officially make Jesus the King of our Hearts," 
Jillian said. "We'll ask the pastor to officiate, sort of like a wedding 
ceremony, and invite a few friends. It will also give us an opportunity 
to share our faith with some friends who aren't Christians."

The couple made a list of everyone that they wanted to invite to the 
ceremony. Before long, they realized that their home would not hold the 
large number of people. Jorge asked their church's minister, Pastor 
Jackison, if the ceremony could be held in the mega-church's fellowhip 
hall. They asked him if he would write special vows that they could 
recite to the Lord.

The couple felt their "Day of Commitment" would be one of the most well- 
attended events in the town's history. Jillian submitted a news release 
to the local newspaper, inviting the entire community. Nearly 1,000 
people showed up for the special event.

Jorge and Jillian recited their vows, each promising to worship and obey 
Jesus Christ as the Lord of their lives in every way. "I promise not to 
lie again," said Jorge.

"And I won't be prideful anymore," said Jillian.

After the closing prayer, Pastor Jackison invited attendees to stay for 
refreshments. Everyone stopped by to congratulate Jorge and Jillian for 
taking such a courageous stand for the Lord.

One of their friends, Jorg E. Anna, said, "It's great that you decided 
to make Jesus Christ the Lord of your life. But I was just wondering why 
you had such a big get together with refreshments and everything."

Jorge responded, "The reason is simple. As Pastor Jackison has taught us 
for the last five years. Anything worth doing is worth doing right!"

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To contact the writer of this column, e-mail kidcool4jesus@yahoo.com.

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>THE WALK By: Joseph J. Mazzella

     Did you ever have one of those dreams that seemed to go on forever? 
I had one like that last night. I was walking down an old, side road 
that I used to walk along as a teenager. I wasn’t quite sure where I was 
headed, but I felt very determined to get there. Like in many dreams 
time seemed fluid and people seemed ageless. As I walked along I kept 
meeting people from both my past and my present. I saw both my Mom and 
my Grandma who have passed away and was able to give them both one more 
hug. I ran into many childhood friends and we talked, joked, and laughed 
just like we were kids again.

     Still, I kept walking hoping to reach wherever I was headed. Around 
every curve, though, there was something new. I saw strangers in need 
and stopped to help them. I found ancient books and gemstones along the 
side of the road and shared them with others. I met a smiling, old man 
who happily shared his life’s wisdom with me and then I lovingly passed 
it on to young children further down the road. With every few steps it 
seemed there was a fresh adventure in learning and love. I never did get 
where I was going and woke up feeling like I had lived a lifetime in a 
single night. It bothered me for a bit that I never did reach where I 
was headed but then I realized that this dream was a lot like our years 
here. Maybe we are not supposed to reach where we are going, at least 
not in this life. Maybe it is the walk that matters.

     As you walk through this life don’t keep your eyes so far down the 
road that you miss what is right in front of you. Life is a journey of 
joy. Life is a journey of learning. Life is a journey of love. Take 
God’s hand then and delight in every step you take. You will meet a lot 
of wonderful people and go through a lot of interesting experiences. And 
you might just want to reach out your hand and help up a few hurting 
hearts who stumble along the way.
 
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>Life's mathematics

Add your friends

Subtract your enemies

Multiply your joys

Divide your sorrows

and draw a circle with God as center

and love as radius

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Rabbi Akiva Eiger of Posen (born 1761, died 1837)
once traveled in a coach in the rain, when the wheels loosened.

The driver climbed out to fix the wheels, and became very wet.

Rabbi Akiva Eiger handed the driver a pair of dry socks,
and the driver gratefully accepted them.

When the coach reached its destination and Rabbi Akiva Eiger
got out of the coach, the driver noticed that the Rabbi
was not wearing socks!

The driver exclaimed: IF I HAD KNOWN!

The Rabbi responded: My feet were dry.
Was it correct that I sit dry and warm, oblivious to your needs?
That is no way to behave!

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This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend.

I certainly enjoy dancing!!!  This is such a delightful message.  Have a
wonderful day and keep those feet a moving!!!
Hugs,
Pat

    I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and
admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm
spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.

   Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor,
not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish
them.

   I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for
every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped,
or the first Amaryllis blossom.

   I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look
prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries.
I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it
for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

   "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my
vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see
and hear and do it now.

   I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't
be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they
would have called family members and a few close friends. They might
have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past
squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner
or for whatever their favorite food was.

   I'm guessing; I'll never know.

   It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I
knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain
letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry
that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly
love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save
anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every
morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special."


   If you received this, it is because someone cares for you.
   Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just
to let them know that you're thinking of them.


    "Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we
might as well dance."

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>-->From Truth Or Tradition: What is Jesus Christ Doing Now?

That’s a good question. What would your answer be? If you’re not sure,
we hope this brief article helps you understand the moment-by-moment
involvement of your living Lord Jesus in your life to the end that you
grasp the reality of his presence and are energized by it.

Sad to say, too many Christians have never been taught what Jesus Christ
is doing today, and every day since he became the “Lord” and the “Head”
of the Church, which is made up of the members of his Body. All know
that he died for us, was raised from the dead, ascended to heaven and is
now “seated” at God’s right hand. But does that mean he is “just
chillin’”?  No way. He is even busier than he was when he lived on the
earth, and Mark 5, for example, is a great chapter to illustrate what
kind of days he had then. Whew!

Jesus studied the Hebrew Scriptures and understood all the prophecies
about his life, death, resurrection, ascension, and future kingship of
the world. He fulfilled all those prophecies relevant to his first
coming on the earth by being obedient all the way to his torturous death
on the cross. Because of his obedience to his God and Father, Jesus was
highly exalted as Lord of Heaven and Earth, and seated at God’s right
hand (Phil. 2:8-11).

In biblical times, the right hand was the hand of blessing, authority,
and power, as opposed to the left, which was the hand of cursing. This
is where we get our common phrase, “right hand man.” A right hand man
does not sit around, but is very vigorous in carrying out the orders of
the one he serves. This relationship is typified in the Old Testament
account of Joseph and the Egyptian Pharaoh.

Because of what Joseph did to save the people of Egypt, the Pharaoh gave
him all authority in the land of Egypt. As Joseph said, “God has made me
lord of all Egypt” (Gen. 45:9). Pharaoh gave Joseph his signet ring
(which symbolized his all-encompassing power and authority in Egypt) and
had him ride in a chariot as his Second-in-Command. Pharaoh said to
Joseph, "I am Pharaoh, but without your word no one will lift hand or
foot in all Egypt” (Gen. 41:44). Pharaoh was still Pharaoh, but he had
given all authority to Joseph and fully equipped him with the power to
carry out his work, thus making Joseph functionally equal with him. 1

God has done the same thing with Jesus Christ. He gave Jesus “all
authority in heaven and on earth” (Matt. 28:18), and made him “Lord”
(Acts 2:36). God is still God, but Jesus is now functionally equal with
Him, and that was God’s idea. Jesus now has everything he needs in order
to carry out his function as second-in-command, God’s “go-to-guy” and
right hand man.

So what is the Lord Jesus Christ doing now? Let’s take a look. Where?
Not in People magazine, or even Sports Illustrated. We want to know what
the Word of God says.

         Jesus Christ is now the Head of the Church.

 Ephesians 1:20-23

(20) Which he [God] exerted in Christ when he raised him from the dead
and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms,
(21) far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every
title that can be given, not only in the present age but also in the one
to come.
(22) And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be
head over everything for the church,
(23) which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in
every way.

As the “Head” of his “Body,” Jesus is constantly connected to each of
his body parts, i.e., you and me. Thus we can have continuing
communication with him, and that comes in handy as we pick our way
through this fallen world. Jesus is the only human being who ever
perfectly entrusted himself to God despite all the temptations thrown at
him, and he is ready, willing, and able to mentor each of us in the art
of faith and help us maximize our unique spiritual potential. We
“re-present” him in the world today, and he will help us be our best for
him.

As our Head, the Lord Jesus is our leader, our example, and the captain
of our salvation. He is also our Commander-in-Chief, who leads us into
battle.

    Jesus Christ is building his Church by pouring out the gift of holy
                  spirit to all those who believe.

It is the head that regulates the growth process of the body, and it is
the Lord Jesus who is adding to his body by saving those who call upon
his name.

 Acts 2:46 and 47

(46) Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts.
They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere
hearts,
(47) praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord
added to their number daily those who were being saved.

 Acts 2:32 and 33

(32) God has raised this Jesus to life, and we are all witnesses of the
fact.
(33) Exalted to the right hand of God, he has received from the Father
the promised Holy Spirit and has poured out what you now see and hear. 2


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