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by Tara Don Shields Thomas Wheeler
Colorado, USA
It was 1980. I was 7, and we lived in a small town in Colorado. My
father, a construction worker, had injured his knee at work badly enough
that it required surgery and almost a year of rehabilitation therapy.
Because his knee had been previously injured in high school, the company
claimed it was a pre-existing condition and would not pay for his
surgery and rehabilitation.
My father was unable to work, and my mother was a stay-at-home mom, so
she didn't have a paycheck coming in either. We were relying on our
savings and the money my mother could earn by babysitting children in
the neighborhood, but there wasn't very much to spare, and the doctors'
bills were piling up.
Shortly before Christmas, my parents sat us five kids down and explained
that there wouldn't be much of a Christmas that year. They were sorry,
but there was just no money for presents. We could each ask Santa for a
small gift, but that was all we would be able to have that year. I
remember being sad and disappointed.
Christmas morning came, and we got up early to see if Santa had come. In
the living room of our house were our few presents and a stocking for
each of us with some candy and fruit. Beneath the tree were only a few
wrapped gifts.
It was tempting to feel sorry for ourselves, but we could be grateful
that at least we had a warm house to live in and food to eat.
A bit later, the doorbell rang. On the front porch was a large box
wrapped in Christmas paper. I remember the feeling of excitement and
amazement when we saw that big box covered in bright paper. We looked
around trying to find the people who had left it, but no one was there.
Mystified, my parents brought it inside and all the kids tore into it.
Inside we found toys, clothes, and food for the entire family.
Apparently, someone from the neighborhood had seen my family's struggle
and gathered these items for us. What's more, they had left their own
Christmas celebration on a cold morning to bring Christmas cheer to us.
The items they brought us that Christmas morning were nothing especially
valuable or exciting, but the love in that package was a priceless gift.
Every year as Christmas approaches, I see the donation centers and gift
registries set up for those less fortunate. I always do my best to
contribute at least a little, because I remember what an enormous
difference that can make in a family's life.
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>-->Is It Really OK To Be Gay? by emb
Have you noticed all the hype lately with the Gay Agenda? What I've been
noticing is that people are confusing what being Gay is. Notice how many
times you hear Gay being mixed in with race? You'll hear people say
something like 'I don't care if you are Black, White, or Gay...'
Since when did being Gay have anything to do with ones race or skin
color? To be correct, Gay should be mixed in with the proper group of
people. They should say 'I don't care if you are Heterosexual, Gay,
into Bestiality, a Pedophile, a Prostitute, or a full blown Porno star'
This came more into my understanding when I heard a person defending
Gay marriage on court TV saying we should review our old laws and said
'it is like when we said it was OK for them (blacks) to have their
fountain, but they had to have a separate fountain.' (We say they can
have their 'unity' but not our 'marriage'). This is entirely different.
Racism is NOT OK. People are still people no matter their skin color.
Sexual orientation or sexual deviant behavior is not the same as ones
ancestry, color, or race and never should be put together.
To put being Gay in the same category as color is not OK. Being Gay is
being a sexual deviant. That's all there is to it. We do not say it is
OK because we do not want every one to be sexual deviants. We are a
moral society. Stick with what is normal, right, and true the way we
are intended to couple, mate, and reproduce. Not anything to the
extreme opposite of normal. That's sexual deviant behavior.
What are we going to do if all those into bestiality, for instance,
decide it is time for them to feel OK about what they do behind closed
doors and want to be accepted for their sexual deviant behavior? What
if they want to come out of the closet? And what about those who are
turned on by little kids? Those that are Pedophiles? Just because with
Gay people there is two consenting adults doesn't make it any less
gross or any more OK. It is deviant behavior that we should not be
exposing our children to and quite frankly as a normal person, I don't
like having to be thinking about them all the time either! It is gross!
The Gay agenda and the Gay people are shoving their deviant sexual
lifestyle in our faces all the time. Yet we put up with it and even most
of our teens and young adults think it is OK and nothing is wrong with
it. See? This is the problem. We expose our children to abnormal sexual
behavior and guess what? It becomes not so abnormal. They get used to
it. And it is what the Gays want. They want everyone to think it is OK
to be Gay. But it is not OK to have abnormal sex. It IS hurting people.
It is hurting our morals and our children's morality. It might not be
so bad if they kept it to themselves but they so much crave acceptance
for their deviant behavior that they have to run around like a nudist
shocking everyone else. The nudist has their colonies and wishes every
one were nudists. However, unlike the nudist, the only reason we put
up with the Gay person is because it is between two consenting adults
and is therefore not unlawful. It, however, doesn't mean it has to be
accepted or something we should encourage our children to accept! By
saying it is OK for Gays to be married, it is like we are giving them
our approval for being sexual deviants. It sends the same message to
our children.
Next we'll be having to fight against allowing people to marry a child
or some sort of beast. One of the old records they found I watched on
the History Channel or some such channel. It grossed me out. They were
all excited because they found an old city and it had a living area
that was pretty much recoverable. They found writings that this queen
or woman in power had had a super crush on this male. She was head
over heals in love with him. So much so that she sent her servants to
find out if he felt the same way about her. They found this in many
letters and writings they had unearthed. The love story continues. She
was trying desperately to win his heart. Day after day because she was
so deeply in love with him and wanted only to marry him.
These archeologists were thrilled to unearth so many things in so good
of condition! They were very happy, but I had to change the channel! I
thought it was so gross. You see, the 'male' she was so madly in love
with was simply a neighbors cow. Literally. She was in love with this
animal. No wonder the city was destroyed. It was sexually deviant and
morally wrong.
But is part of our history. Yuck! I don't need to hear about it, but I
find I must bring it up to you because it is the way we are headed. We
are loosing sights on what is normal and morally correct and allowing
ourselves to go where we should not go. This was so 'OK' for her that
she thought nothing wrong about publicly seeking the affections of
her neighbors cow. Is this where we want our own society and country
to be? Is this the future we want for our children's children?
Don't think we are above this. Remember, they always say, 'History
repeats itself'.
Here are some good Bible teachings on this:
Gay Agenda
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/gayagenda.html
Crossed The Line
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/crossedtheline.html
Without Natural Affection
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/withoutnatural.html
Lure Of Pornography Part 1
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/lureofpornography1.html
Lure Of Pornography Part 2
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/lureofpornography2.html
Lure Of Pornography Part 3
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/lureofpornography3.html
PLEASE NOTE:
I feel it is their choice, but they should keep it to themselves. I
am not advocating hate. I am saying that just because someone is open
about their unmoral lifestyle doesn't mean we as a society have to
approve of it and expose our children and grandchildren to it and vote
for the furtherance of it being promoted and made public - all in the
name of their freedom ... We have rights too!
EVERYONE has a right to their own choice when it is not violating the
rights of others.
GOD gave us ALL freedom of choice because God knows it is for the best!
Therefore always remember - To Each His/Her own
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Hello and God bless you!
In our culture today, too many people get their ideas about God, Jesus
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Self-Defense - TruthOrTradition.com/defense
http://www.truthortradition.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=830
War - TruthOrTradition.com/war
http://www.truthortradition.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=1054
Angels - TruthOrTradition.com/angels
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/angelsreal.html
The mind - TruthOrTradition.com/mind
http://www.truthortradition.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=1138
- Renewing Your Mind -
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/renewedmind.html
- Meditating On The Word -
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/meditating.html
Santa - TruthOrTradition.com/santa
http://www.truthortradition.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=1146
Drug & Alcohol - TruthOrTradition.com/drugs
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/alcoholanddrugs.html
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>Cheyenne
Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car! My father yelled at me.
'Can't you do anything right?'
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly
man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my
throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle. "I
saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.'
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really
felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad
in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.
Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of
distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about
him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed
being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the
forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and
had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies
that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a
heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside
alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased
him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had
done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An
ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to
keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he
survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He
obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of
help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors
thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small
farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him
adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed
nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became
frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We
began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The
clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of
each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and
it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each
of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my
problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, 'I
just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.'
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at
a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic
depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were
given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a
questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of
disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each
contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black
dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one
but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small,
too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far
corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat
down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was
a caricature of the breed.
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones
jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and
held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. I
pointed to the dog. 'Can you tell me about him?' The officer looked,
then shook his head in puzzlement. 'He's a funny one. Appeared out of
nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring
someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and
we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.' He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. 'You mean you're
going to kill him?' 'Ma'am,' he said gently, 'that's our policy. We
don't have room for every unclaimed dog.' I looked at the pointer again.
The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. 'I'll take him,' I said.
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached
the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car
when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. 'Ta-da! Look what I got for you,
Dad!' I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. 'If I had wanted a dog I
would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen
than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it' Dad waved his arm
scornfully and turned back toward the house. Anger rose inside me. It
squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. 'You'd
better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!' Dad ignored me. 'Did you
hear me, Dad?' I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands
clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood
glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled
free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of
him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw. Dad's lower jaw trembled
as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his
eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging
the animal. It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad
named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the
community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent
reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout.
They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a
pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
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Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's
bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one
night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our
bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke
Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed,
his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the
night. Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered
Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the
rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite
fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in
restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks
like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews
reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and
Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It
was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then
the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. 'Do not neglect to show hospitality
to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing
it.''I've often thanked God for sending that angel,' he said. For me,
the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen
before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . ..his calm
acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of
their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my
prayers after all. Life is too short for drama & petty things, so laugh
hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive
now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.
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>The Actor
There was once a Shakespearean actor who was known everywhere for his
one-man shows of readings and recitations from the classics; He would
always end his performance with a dramatic reading of Psalm 23.
Each night, without exception, as the actor began his recitation -- "The
Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want"... the crowd would listen
attentively. And then, at the conclusion of the Psalm, they would rise
in thunderous applause in appreciation of the actor's incredible ability
to bring the verse to life.
But one night, just before the actor was to offer his customary recital
of Psalm 23, a young man from the audience spoke up, "Sir, do you mind
if tonight I recite Psalm 23?". The actor was quite taken back by this
unusual request, but he allowed the young man to come forward and stand
front and center on the stage to recite the Psalm, knowing that the
ability of this unskilled; youth would be no match for his own talent.
With a soft voice, the young man began to recite the words of the Psalm.
When he was finished, there was no applause. There was no standing
ovation as on other nights. All that could be heard was the sound of
weeping. The audience had been so moved by the young man's recitation
that every eye was full of tears.
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of experience and training -- but I have never been able to move an
audience as you have tonight. Tell me, what is your secret?" The young
man quietly replied, "Well sir, you might know the Psalm... but I know
the Shepherd."
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A SMILING FACE
I was in a local store the other day getting my furry, four-legged
friends some food. It was a busy time of the day and instead of just
running in and out I found myself behind three other people in the
checkout line. I didn’t really mind, though, when I saw that one of
my favorite cashiers was on duty. This cashier always takes the time
to give you a few kind words and a warm smile along with your change.
There is no extra charge for the pleasantness, cheerfulness, and
goodness she gives even though they are the most valuable things in
the store.
As I was waiting to checkout I glanced at one of the magazines on
the rack. I noticed it had a female celebrity wearing a gem studded
gown worth four times as much as my friendly cashier could make in
a year. When I looked at it, however, I couldn’t help but think that
nothing on that dress sparkled as brightly or shined as beautifully
as that cashier’s joyful smile.
In this life everyone is our teacher. Some teach us how to live and
some teach us how not to live. I think that both the celebrity and
the cashier taught me the same thing that day. They both taught me
that it is far less important how we dress up our lives and far more
important how we live our lives. What use, after all, is an eighty
thousand dollar evening gown that will be worn only once. A smile
can be worn every single day and its uses are never ending. It can
uplift a hurting heart. It can bring laughter to a weary soul. It
can share the warm glow of friendship. It can reconnect us to the
human family. It can show us just how beautiful life can be. It can
remind us just how much God loves us, and it can open a window
inside of us so that the light and joy of Heaven can enter.
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Spend your time living it instead. Remember the most beautiful
things we can wear are a loving heart and a smiling face.
…..Joseph J. Mazzella (joecool@wirefire.com)
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We all have regrets, don't we? Some of us left jobs or spouses or
neighborhoods only to wish we hadn't. Perhaps we closed the door on our
family of origin and then felt grief when parents or siblings died. More
commonly we regret the instances when our mean spirited behavior or
attitude hurt someone else. We weren't always honest and forthright; we
didn't always try to help a friend or co-worker who needed our advice.
We simply didn't put our best self forward when the opportunities for
doing so presented themselves.
Dwelling on the "shoulds" of past years is fruitless. We did the best we
knew how to do at the time. The past is gone. Let's quit digging up the
bones of old regrettable experiences. All they do is cloud our minds
when we're trying to respond to today's opportunities.
I won't have anything to regret tomorrow if I respond to today with my
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The Epistle of James tells us that it is important not just to say we
believe the Word of God, but to ACT on it. There are many other verses
in the New Testament that emphasize the importance of ACTION.
Taking Action!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/takingaction.html
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-->Bigham's Computer Rescue - PC Sales & Serrvice
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We've been servicing the Van Wert area since 1981 and can help you with
all your computer needs. Please phone us at 419-238-5806
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You guessed it - Recipes. These are Tried and True, Yummy to the Tummy,
good old fashioned home cooking recipes that are EASY to do :)
Visit Shangy's Easy-Does-It Home Recipes:
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