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Death Reported... http://www.emergencyemail.org/newsemergency/anmviewer.asp?a=364&z=1 THE EMERGENCY EMAIL & WIRELESS NETWORK http://www.EmergencyEmail.org ================================================================== >-->CONTINUED - From Our Friend John-Paul :) >GOD IS REAL AND HEALS (Chapter (4) of the Testimony of my brother Jim`s Life) a One night, just before Christmas, in the year of 1990, Jim stood to deliver his Sunday night message to his church. He paused for a moment, bowed his head, then looking out over the audience, he shut his Bible, and said, "God just told me to give my Healing of Cancer Testimony. As he finish, he set down in the chair behind him. Georgia leaned over to speak to him from her place in the choir. "What is wrong Jim,"she ask. "I don`t know, Georgia", Jim answered," I just feel so tired". Later, after church , instead of going out to eat with a group from the church, Jim asked to go home. Latter sitting in his big old lazy chair at home, and looking out the big picture window, over the Great Chesterpeek Bay with night lights of the ships anchored, Jim told Georgia he felt that it was time to go home to be with the Lord. Georgia, convinced Jim was not going to die then at home, rushed him to the hospital where he was put in the Intensive Care area. She called my mother who lived in Atlanta Georgia and told her the problem. Mom then got in touch with me and we were off to Baltimore the next day. Before we left, Jim called Mom and told her he was ready to go and not to pray for him to get well. "You see, mom", he told her," I`m ready to go." "Mom, I got it all right, Mom, Jesus came today and sit by my bed , Oh!, mom He is Realy Real!, it is Awesome to be in His presence". We talked and I was able to get every thing right, so please don`t worry I`m ready". When Mother told me this , my thoughts went back to the day when Jim and I were Boys , and Jim told me of the Lord speaking to him, telling him that he was to give his Testimony to as many that would listen, and when he reached a `Number` that GOD only GOD knew, then God would come, and take him home with HIM." DID JIM FINALLY REACH HIS NOUMBER OF SOULS?" "WAS IT TIME FOR HIM TO LEAVE HIS EARTHLY BODY, AND BE WITH GOD?" (to be continued to the (5) and final chapter and "THE REST OF THE STORY") . , )). -===- ,(( ))). ,((( ))))). .:::. ,(((((( ))))))))). :. .: ,((((((((' `))))))))))). : - : ,(((((((((((( ))))))))))))))))_:' ':_(((((((((((((((' `)))))))))))).-' \___/ '-._((((((((((( `))))_._.-' __)( )(_ '-._._((((' `))'---)___)))'\_ _/'((((__(---'((' `))))))))))))|' '|((((((((((((' jim `)))))))))/' '\(((((((((' `)))))))| |(((((((' `))))))| |((((((' /' '\ /' '\ /' '\ /' '\ '---..___..---' >AND NOW THE FINAL Chapter - Chapter 5 - the rest of the Story) GOD IS REAL AND HEALS Mother and I traveled as fast as we could and arrived at the hospital in Baltimore Md. late that nght, after driving stright through . It is about a twelve hr. drive. We found Jim in good Sprits, as if nothing as wrong, no pain, his usual good hummer, smiling and happy. I asked his doctor, "what was wrong with my brother", He told me,"This man should be dead, We have no idea why he is still alive, we have run every test we know, and can find nothing wrong, but every thing in his body is just shutting down. he should be in pain ,yet he tell us he feels no pain, he is dying, and we have no idea why!" Jim lived through December and into the last of January . That Saturday night after we returned to their home from the hospital, I was coming out of one of the bed rooms , walking down the hall, when i heard what sound like a man`s voice. "THEY ARE PRAYING WRONG , PUT HIM INTO MY HANDS". I rushed into the living room only to find Mom and Georgia lying face down on the floor. They were prying --"GOD please don`t take Jimmy". Before I thought, I spoke out ,"GOD has healed Jim many times, He will do it again, But if it is time for Jim to go , we are hindering God ,by praying wrong, we must put him in GOD`S hands". We all agreed,and it was at that moment that I realized that a Mother`s Prayer, and a Wife`s were two of the most powerful prayers of all, to even hold up the will of GOD. We all then prayed that GOD`S Will be done and put my brother in GOD`S Hands. Only a few minutes passed when the phone rang,------- Jim Had Gone To Sleep. No Pain!, Just closed his eyes and took holt of GOD`S Hand and went HOME. That is when I lost it, I broke down my heart broken. I found myself sitting in his little office chair in the office where he made the tapes of the Bible for those unable to read, and gave them to all that needed or asked free . Crying out to the LORD, I said, "GOD, I don`t see the GLORY in this, YOU got to show me why." Just then my teary eyes looked down to the desk in front of me, there was Jim`s Bible. The one he preached his sermons from. I noticed a marker still there where he had closed it that last night in the church. Opening it to the marker, I discovered my answer. For his last sermon was to be : Second Timothy, 4 chapter,,6,7,8 verses---and It reads : I AM NOW READY TO BE OFFERED, AND THE TIME OF MY DEPARTURE IS AT HAND. I HAVE FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT, I HAVE FINISHED MY COURSE, I HAVE KEPT THE FAITH; HENCEFORTH THERE IS LAID UP FOR ME A CROWN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, WHICH THE LORD, THE RIGHTEOUS JUDGE, SHALL GIVE ME AT THAT DAY; AND NOT TO ME ONLY, BUT UNTO ALL THEM ALSO THAT LOVES HIS APPEARING. I raised my hands to the LORD, and gave a shout of joy, and praised HIM , for this was a perfect Death . This sermon was preached at Jim`s funeral, and on his death certificate is a big ---`?`--- mark. for none of the doctors knew what happened. BUT, PRAISE OUR ALMIGHTY GOD, FOREVER, ~~~WE DO!!~~~ It is like this wise: I`m a Winner eather way, If I go, or If I stay, For I have my Jesus each, and every day. I have my Healing here below, And Life for ever If I go, Praies GOD, I`m truly a Winner Eather Way! With~much~Love~In~ Jesus~John-Paul --- ...Awww, thank you John-Paul for sharing this story! I was hoping your brother continued in the flesh but I felt in my heart that he had decided to be with God and wait for the Return Of Our Lord. God could of worked a miracle again for him as he had done before and as he had done for Lazarus but that was not what Jim had wanted. God always does the will of the individual and not the will of himself or others. The person has rights first and foremost with God. It is sad but encouraging at the same time. Jim felt in his heart his time had come and had accepted this and was at peace with this. I feel too that he most surely had run the good race! Praise God for people like Jim who do their best to bless others! ================================================================= >-->From Heartwarmers: _ __..--''/\ _..-''_.\`| / \ \`-._ `.-'_ / \ \ ``-.(|\)`._ \ \ ,' `-._\ \ / _..--'' \/_..-'' SSt >ONE MORE LETTER by Janet Seever As I was cleaning out a storage shed in 2005, I came across a half dozen well-creased notes. Quarter sheets torn from typing paper, the blue ink was faded, but each one distinctly ended with "Love, Mom." They were written in 1957, the first of many notes to follow. My eyes filled with tears. What a treasure from the past! In March 1957, my baby sister was born. While Mom was in the hospital, my younger siblnigs and I stayed with our grandparents. When Mom brought baby Sharon home from the hospital, we were excited about going home as well. However, my sister and I started developing red spots -- measles! The only way we were allowed to see our baby sister for the next two weeks was by walking on the hard-packed winter trail across a cornfield, going to the back of our house, and peering through the bedroom window. Mom would tear an 8-1/2 x 11 sheet of paper into quarters, write a personal note to each of us every day and pass them to us by sliding them under the bedroom window. I carried mine in my pocket. Those quarter-page notes were the first of many letters to come in the following years. After graduating from high school, I moved from a rural small town of to Minneapolis, 70 miles away. As a country girl, I found the city overwhelming. I missed country living, and the university I attended was 20 times larger than our entire town! Mom's weekly letters, my source of encouragement, would arrive like clockwork. Often when I had a tough day in class, Mom's letter would be waiting for me. She wrote of ordinary things -- what my dad was doing on the farm, who had gotten married, joined the army or had a baby, or what my brother and sisters were doing. Often the letters were written late at night while she was canning beans in the pressure cooker or had a kettle of tomatoes boiling on the stove. On more than one occasion, a spatter of tomato juice landed on the letter. "It's midnight now," she would write, "so I guess I should head to bed. I'm falling asleep while writing this." After university, I worked at various jobs in a medical research lab, as a teacher, and at a community college. One constant throughout that time was my mother's caring correspondence. After I got married, my husband and I went overseas to do mission work in Papua, New Guinea in 1977. I was so lonely at first that I would dream of being back home. Mom's letters were my lifeline, my connection with home. By this time, my brother and two sisters were also away from home, so she wrote to them as well. She now numbered the front of each envelope to make certain each one arrived safely, and surprisingly enough, they all did. It took two weeks for her letter to reach us, and two more weeks for my reply to get to her. This was particularly worrisome when she had exploratory surgery for colon cancer. By the time we got her letter telling us that she would have surgery, the surgery date was already past. It turned out she was fine. Our mission work eventually took us to the Philippines, Australia, and Dallas, Texas. In the late 80s, I began saving mom's letters, knowing that someday she wouldn't be with us. I had no idea how soon that time would come. My dad passed away in 1989 and we moved back to the U.S. in 1990. After 26 years of weekly letters, Mom and I switched to talking on the telephone more often than writing. Then in the spring of 1992, Mom came down with a mysterious illness. After many trips to doctors and courses of antibiotics, she only got worse. The whole family was with her in intensive care on a June evening when she passed away at 67. I was holding her hand. Oh how I missed her and those special letters. I had saved nearly 200 of them, and occasionally found some tucked away in odd places like recipe books and in drawers. If I could write just one more letter to Mom, this is what I would say: Mom, thanks for the unconditional love you showered on my siblings and me. Thanks for making do with so little when we were growing up. We never realized how poor we were materially, because we were rich in so many other ways. Thanks for your example of courage, faithfulness and determination as you lived out your life in situations that were often difficult. Thanks for making the time to write letters when you were too tired and too busy. You'll never know how much they encouraged me. I thank God for the privilege of having you as my mother. Your grateful daughter, Janet -- Janet Seever ______________________________________________ Janet is the mother of two grown children and writes from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Her stories have appeared in numerous places on the Internet. Her husband had a severe stroke in 2004, and lives in a care home. ============================================================== >-->From Our Friend Jo Ann :) >Robby's Night ____ | | \ | | \________ _|_|____________) /| / | __________) ||__ /____|,' ________| |/_/| _|_______,' )( | | :|)( ejm )( )( True Story Worth Reading !!! At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challengeged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor.. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel but he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital... To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!' he insisted.... I don 't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came . The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.' Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed, then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?' Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major... I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf, Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well. .. She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special..' There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy . .. Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why. Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995 May this true story warm your heart and somehow set you on fire for the purpose God has for you on earth --- ...A heartwarming story, thanks Jo Ann! ============================================================ >-->From CupO'Cheer: . __ / \ . ' || ' . )J( .` || `. (8)7) . \ || / . (') .'/ _ \ .-''-. / _ \ (=) .' J `- .' .--. '. -` L (') .' F======' ((<>)) '======J )J(' L '. `||' .' F (7(8) \ _.- `-||-' -._ / \'/ . / || \ . / | . / || \ . / | ` . _||_ . ` / |___________ _.-||_________ (()\.'| ___.....'''' ||._ .' \.`- .'. /__\/ .'| .'_______________________________.' || |'---------------------------'|==.|| ||.' || ||.' || ||===========================|| (__) || || (__) LGB (__) >KNOWING THE DESTINATION BEFORE THE JOURNEY BEGINS By Rick Ezell "For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers" (Romans 8:29 NIV). This is one of the most misunderstood verses in the Bible. It applies to character development. "To predestine" literally means "to prehorizon" or "to define in advance the limits." This God did in determining that those who are redeemed shall experience salvation to the ultimate in that they will be "like Jesus." This predestination of God is not predestination to faith but a decision on God's part that sharing in his being will be the ultimate end of salvation. In other words, God has determined the final result. He knows where we are headed before we get there. A weaver sits at her loom to fashion a beautiful tapestry. She knows beforehand what her final product will be. She has a good idea what design she plans to employ. But the creative process may take some unexpected turns. When she encounters a mistake she does not undo her days of labor. Instead, she utilizes the mistake to enhance her design. The result is a more beautiful weaving than expected. Or to look at it another way. I may plan a trip by car from Chicago to Kansas City. I know the final destination, but the drive may take varied turns along the way. In route, I may decide to veer off the interstate to enjoy a Swedish or Norwegian settlement. Or, I may decide to alter my course to visit a historical site like Mark Twain's home or the Winston Churchill Memorial. The interesting stops do not alter the final destination. They cause the trip to be more beneficial and profitable. In like manner, God knows our final destination-distinctive character. In the pursuit he employs the mistakes and the altered courses of our lives to make a more beautiful character. But, for this tapestry to be woven, we need to allow him control of the final product. This submission is not difficult when we understand the love of God. God is the divine potter and we are like malleable clay in his tender, artistic hands. God says, "Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand" (Jer. 18:6 NIV). His work is not a flippant, whimsical effort. He knows the final result. He knows beforehand what we are to look and be like. As a builder of a house follows a blueprint in building a structure, so is the divine builder following a blueprint for our lives. What do we do while God performs his artistry on our lives? We stand face to face looking into the image of Jesus Christ as revealed in Scripture. The path leading to a distinctive character is made clear by getting personal with Jesus. At Greer First, we continue the sermon series called " 24 Hours That Changed the World." This Sunday's sermon is "How Is Jesus Relevant to My Life?" See you at 9:45 or 11:00 AM. This month's featured book is Sightings of the Savior. The cost is $7.00 plus $2.00 per book for shipping. About the Author Dr. Rick Ezell is a husband, father, author, pastor, consultant, coach, conference leader, and communicator. Rick has a Doctor of Ministry in Preaching from Northern Baptist Theological Seminary, and a Master of Theology in Preaching from Southern Baptist Seminary. He has published over 450 articles and sermons in various Christian publications. While authoring six books he has served over twenty years in pastoral ministry. Rick, Cindy, and Bailey reside in Greer, South Carolina. www.rickezell.net ========================================================= >-->From InspiredBuffalo: <> .-"""-. ||::::::========== /= \ ||::::::========== |- /~~~\ | ||::::::========== |=( '.' ) | ||================ \__\_=_/__/ ||================ {_______} ||================ /` * `'--._|| /= . [] . { > / /|ooo |`'--'|| ( )\_______/ || I LOVE MY JOB! \``\/ \ || `-| == \_| || / | || |= >\ __/ || \ \ |- --| || \ __| \___/ || jgs _{__} _{__} || ( )( ) || ^^~ `""" `""" ~^^^~^^~~~^^^~^^^~^^^~^^~^ >YOUR WORK IS A GIFT Work sometimes has a bad reputation in our world. But there is something worse than work, and that is boredom. At least that is what Drs. Kathryn Rost and G. Richard Smith of the University of Arkansas say. After analyzing the mental health of heart attack survivors, they concluded that one factor which greatly reduced the chances of depression was going back to work. And why not? At work we are often around friends, and people with strong relationships will almost always fare better mentally. But we humans also need to be useful and productive! Arthur Kroeger wrote in Quote magazine (August 1994) that his brother sometimes visited an Anabaptist colony in southern Alberta, Canada. During one visit he asked leaders how they dealt with the problem of misbehavior - when people rebelled against the colony's strict rules. He was told that these people were first asked to correct their behavior. If they did not respond, they would be given a stern "talking to." "But what do you do when all else fails, when somebody stubbornly refuses to behave?" he pressed. "Ah," came the reply, "if it comes to that, then we don't give him anything to do." The ultimate punishment - don't give them any work! If that doesn't sound so bad, just ask those who are unemployed how they feel about not working.... It has been wisely said, "The Lord didn't burden us with work, but rather blessed us with it." We need to be busy and productive. Whatever it is you do to make a living - be grateful. Those long hours and that feeling of exhaustion at the end of the day come from having something useful to do. Your work is a gift. You are blessed. --By Steve Goodier -<>- {} {} ! ! ! II II ! ! ! ! I__I__I_II II_I__I__I ! I_/|__|__|_|| ||_|__|__|\_I ! /|_/| | | || || | | |\_|\ ! .--. 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Mazzella I stopped at a local convenience store the other day to fill up my gas tank before heading back home. After pumping the gas I headed in, grabbed a pack of gum, and got in line to pay. In the front of the line was a tired looking woman, holding a toddler in her arms. Behind her and just in front of me was an older man with white hair and a white shirt. He smiled kindly at me and patiently waited while the woman struggled to hold her child while she counted out change with her free hand. She searched twice in her pocket book but still didn’t have enough money to pay for the two gallons of milk she had brought to the counter. I could see her lips tremble and her eyes moisten as she apologized and picked up one of the gallons to take back. It was then that the older man stopped her. With a gentle smile he told the cashier that he would pay for the milk. The look of relief on the poor woman’s face touched my heart. She thanked the older man while he smiled again and said not to worry about it. As she exited the store I could see that her eyes were still moist, but this time the tears were for a different reason. As he paid for her milk and his own items the white haired angel in disguise smiled at me one last time. Then as he was walking out of the store he gave me a wink and said, "You can’t take it with you, you know." What he said is true. You won’t need any pockets for the clothes you are buried in. Every dime you have made in this world has only been a loan for you to use for a short time. Still, there are a few things that the white haired gentleman and all of us will be taking with us when we do go to our final home. Every look of relief that we bring to another will go with us as will every bit of love we share and kindness we do. Every moment of learning and joy will come with us as well. And every smile that we bring to God’s face will be waiting for us when we get there. -<>- .:::. .:::. /:::::\ /:':':\ | _ | | _ | | (_` | | |_) | | ,_) | | | | | | jgs | | /`'---'`\ /`'---'`\ `'-----'` `'-----'` >TRUTH, HONOR AND SALT & PEPPER SANDWICHES Bud worked at Automobile Association of America, while Wanda worked at the Hills Brothers coffee plant. Their combined income gave them enough money to make their rent payment of $37.50 and to meet monthly expenses, with precious little left over for niceties, you know, like food. Still, they weren't as bad off as some people thought the day Bud opened his lunch pail and found two pieces of bread wrapped in paper with nothing between them but a smattering of salt and pepper. Even Bud was somewhat taken aback by the meager offering, especially when considered alongside the hard-boiled eggs and other treats that rounded out the lunch. Word quickly spread about "poor Bud," who had fallen on such hard times that his wife sent him a salt and pepper sandwich for lunch. Anonymous donors left food gifts on his desk. And just before he went home, his boss called him into his office and gave him a $10 raise. Bud found the whole thing rather amusing, and couldn't wait to tell the story to Wanda when he got home. But instead of laughing the matter off, she was horrified. "That salt and pepper sandwich," she blustered, "wasn't a sandwich . . . it was just the best way I could think of to send salt and pepper for your eggs! If you think that I'd send you to work with nothing more than..." "Now hold on," Bud said good-naturedly, "I told you that I enjoyed the rest of the lunch. I even enjoyed the salt and pepper sandwich." "But it wasn't..." "I know it wasn't," he said. "And you know it wasn't. That's all that matters, isn't it?" "But those other people think we're starving. And your boss..." "Gave me a nice raise," Bud interrupted, "which I deserve. So what's the problem?" "The problem is there are a lot of people out there tonight telling their families about the poor man who had a salt and pepper sandwich. They believe something about you that just isn't true. And I don't think it's honorable to let people go on believing something that isn't true." Bud just laughed, which, it turns out, was exactly the wrong thing to do. Wanda's eyes began to fill with huge tears, and she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. This was a new experience for Bud. He knew Wanda could be emotional, even a little exasperating from time to time. But he had never seen her so all-fired hysterical, especially over something that seemed inconsequential. I mean, this wasn't about truth or honor, was it? He stood outside the door for a moment, wondering what his next move should be. Before he could do anything, she emerged, her eyes dry and her nose freshly blown. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said briskly, as she hurried past him and into the kitchen. He heard a bit of rattling and slamming that seemed to indicate that meal preparations were underway. He was about to tell her that he hoped she wasn't fixing anything too heavy, because he was still full from all the food he had consumed at the office during the afternoon, but he thought better of it. He needn't have worried. Soon Wanda brushed past him again, this time on her way to their bedroom. "Your dinner is ready," she said before slamming the door shut. A little confused, Bud wandered out to the kitchen table, where he saw a single plate at his place. On the plate was a sandwich -- a salt and pepper sandwich, to be precise. And next to it was a hastily written note in Wanda's distinctive script: "If the whole world is going to think we eat salt and pepper sandwiches, then we're going to eat them!" Bud reported the misunderstanding at work the next day, and he still got his raise. 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(By list member Debbie Preuss, April 24, 2009) [Edited] Where is your foundation? Is it safe and sure? When the storms of life come, Will yours still endure? What are you building on? Your life, your heart, your hope? What is there in your life, That will help you cope? Have you built on shifting sand, On the values of this earth? Where is your foundation? Where do you find your worth? Have you built your life On the Solid Rock of Christ? Where you have peace with God, Because He paid the price. Is He your foundation, The center of your heart? When the storms of life come, Do you know He'll never part? No matter what the forces, That come against your soul - If Christ is your foundation, He will keep you whole. Long after your life is over, Your foundation will remain; A glorious testimony, To the power of Jesus' name. So when others look back at your life, One thing will endure: That on the Rock of Jesus Christ, Your foundation was secure. 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 ============================================================== >-->From Our Friend Dan :) Dear 1/52 family, I am passing this two page summary along so, if you wish, you can read about a re-visit of Vietnam 40 years later. The letter is from several infantrymen who served in the 101st, north of our AO. Dan Young HERE IS THE LATEST FROM JOHN WARD ON HIS VISIT FROM DAN ALBRECHT & WIFE JILL, COULD NOT GET TO THE PHOTO'S HE MENTIONED BUT PLENTY OF INFO ON ALL THE PROJECTS THEY HAVE COMPLETED at this site............. www.vvrp.org -<>- \\ ///// | | (| _ _ |) |` | '| | __ | >>>___/\_^__/\___<<< / ||| \ Mike Hertz >A Return to Hamburger Hill during a humanitarian aid project for the Ta Oi people in A Luoi District, Thua-Thien Hue Province Just shy of 40 years, Dan Albrecht and I met up again on April 15, 2009. Dan and his wife Jill were members of the 24th team representing the Vietnam Veteran’s Restoration Project (VVRP). The VVRP, in cooperation with the LOTUS Humanitarian Aid Foundation, were participating in the construction of a kindergarten for Ta Oi children in A Ngo Commune in the A Luoi District of Thua-Thien Hue Province. Most members of Company B, 2/501 will recall this area as the A Shau Valley. In reality the A Shau is a smaller, adjacent valley just south of the A Luoi Valley – all of which was our area of operation. A Ngo Commune is immediately adjacent to the township of A Luoi, capital of A Luoi District. Hamburger Hill is about 11 kilometers due west of the Township. Now open to tourists willing to make the hike, Dan and I, along with two other vets, made the return in order to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the battle, and our initial meeting. Although Dan and I did not know each other well from our time together during the war, the bond shared as veterans was clear and immediate from the beginning. We began to reminisce during the trek to the top. It was weird to realize that we remember different things about the experience, and how our memories of the same events differed. Perhaps something all of you have experienced as well at the reunions. The trek up Hamburger was hot and sweaty despite the weather being overcast with occasional rain. By the time we reached the top all four of us were huffing and puffing. All we carried was water, walking sticks, and digital cameras - a clear sign that we are indeed forty years older. The Vietnamese are now in the process of building a thick concrete road to make it convenient for tourists to visit the site. Towards the end of the approach it becomes too steep for a road or vehicle so a concrete staircase is being built for the last 2-300 meters. The top has already been colonized by the forest and nothing of what I remember is easily identifiable. However, the remnants of an old LZ are covered with nothing but elephant grass that allows for a limited view of the surrounding mountains. When I was on the hill during the war we had fantastic views on that seemingly vast and impenetrable jungle because the hill top was completely denuded from bombing, artillery, and napalm strikes. A pagoda like structure is also being built at the top in recognition of the North Vietnamese soldiers who died defending the mountain. Dan and his VVRP buddies discreetly nailed a couple small American flags to trees in the jungle in acknowledgement of the fallen American soldiers. That evening, local officials and teachers from A Ngo treated us to some down-home cooking Ta Oi style along with traditional dancing and songs. The Ta Oi are one of 5 minority groups that now live in A Luoi. After dinner, all the teachers from the kindergarten joined us at the hotel’s restaurant for fun and drinks. They can sing beautifully and asked that we reciprocate. I think all of the Americans were embarrassed by our own distinct inability to sing. But it was a fun time because they would not allow us to avoid attempts to sign. It was necessary to fall back on children’s songs like ‘the itsy bitsy spider’ and ‘row, row, row your boat’. It was perhaps the best engagement between VVRP team members and local hosts ever. Three days later Dan, Jill, and I embarked on a 5-day, 700 kilometer motorbike trip. We began in Hue, took a sampan across the estuary to the northern spit and road through coastal farm land to Dong Ha. The second day we traveled to Phong Nha Caves (now under protection by UNESCO) via rubber plantations in Quang Tri and a visit to the national cemetery for Vietnamese killed on the HCM Trail. On day 3 our road took us through a section on the Khe Bang National Park where an entirely new cave complex has recently been discovered, along with new species of orchids, deer, and a band of monkeys that were not known to exist in this part of the Dong Truong Son Mountain range. The road is the western most leg of the new HCM Hwy and comes very close to the Laos border. The scope of mountains is unbelievable and the little traveled road is ideal for motorcycling. That night we over-nighted in Khe Sanh, 240 kilometers from where we began the day. The last day we road from Khe Sanh back to A Luoi and then on to Hue. Dan had come prepared with coordinates and topographical maps for all the 101st firebases in the mountains. But despite his research, we were not able to definitively identify fb Airborne, Bastogne, or Burmingham. So much has changed in forty years, the Viets have been busy reforesting the land, and consequently it’s hard to recognize the places we served. More time and a concerted effort are needed. For me personally, to meet Dan again and commemorate the 40th anniversary of the battle of Hamburger Hill was a memorable and appropriate way to conclude 15 years of service to the VVRP. I’m turning over my VVRP liaison responsibilities to another Viet Nam veteran after the A Ngo kindergarten is completed. Attached you will find several photos of the time Dan and I spent together. Hoa Binh, john ward www.lhaf.org www.vvrp.org ================================================================= >-->From SermondFodder: + (|) _____.___.|_|. | / \ |===| | / \ | o | |__/__v__\|, ,| | | | | | || || |/| . . . |','| ||| A A A | , | ||| M M M | | wtx --------------------- >I've Become the Other Woman by Sarah Stirman "This is how we know what love is ..." I have frequently requested a weather forecast for my church. Not for the town the church is in — for the auditorium. I have suggested a running scroll on the website: "Current temp in the auditorium is 58° and breezy. Dress accordingly." or "High of 84° in the auditorium today." I have yet to be heeded. Recently it was 58° and breezy. On Easter Sunday. The children were precious in their Easter finery and blue lips. My daughter, Ashley, and I were in "spring-ish" type clothes, but not sleeveless. When I sat down, I got quite cool quickly. I was sitting next to my husband, Troy, while Ashley was on the other side of him. He finally put his arm around her trying to warm her up a little. I sure would have liked that warm arm around me, but I made do tucking as much of myself under the other arm at his side trying to warm up. Eventually, he leaned forward to remove his jacket. "Good plan," I thought, "Leave your arm around Ashley, and give me the jacket — or vice-versa, whatever. I'm good." Oh, no. He handed Ashley the jacket so he could have both of his arms back. Let me be honest — I sat there shivering. And beaming. It pleased me to sit by while Troy took care of his girl the way she needs to be taken care of. I want my daughter to know her daddy is crazy about her. As she seeks out a husband, I want her to know how she should be treated, and know what it's like to be the apple of a man's eye. Having a loving parent helps a child understand the love of God — well, as much as we can understand it on this planet. Having loving parents helped me start to get an idea about the unconditional love of God. I want Ashley to know that as crazy as we both are about her, it's just a tiny drop compared to the abundant, never-ending, perfect love of her heavenly Father. I spend plenty of time shivering for her while watching tennis, I don't mind a little more shivering while her daddy takes care of her. It's why I picked him. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us (1 John 4:11-12 TNIV). I don't mind a little more shivering while her daddy takes care of her. ------- Sarah is part of The Coffee Group, a varied group of women who express their love, faith, and praise for God with ladies they love. They do ladies' retreats and special speaking on God's work in their lives, as well as the importance of sharing your faith story. More of Sarah's work can be found on her blog, http://www.sarahstirman.blogspot.com. Check out "The Coffee Group" website: http://www.thecoffeegroup.net Come visit them on their blog: http://www.espressohislove.blogspot.com From www.heartlight.org --- .-=-. ////"\\ .=. ( 6 6 ) //"\\ \ - / (/6 6\) _.) (._ )\ = /(-` `:` `\ _(_ ) ( _)-| : |\ \ (_/ `\_/` \ | : |/ / / (_ @ _) \\_ : _/ / \ \)___(/ / |===|_) \/`"""`\/ | L | | | | | | | | | | | |_____| | | | ||| | | | ||| | | | ||| |_|_| jgs / Y \ / T \ `"`"` `"`"` ...I'm sure there are many ladies out there thinking the same thing I am - sure Sarah might 'say' she doesn't mind but in reality, she probably does mind and that could be a problem. Even though she says she is OK with it, it seems like she is hurting just the same. _, `(. )- `` )/, '\\ =/= ))) \\ < D/ \\ e_ / That'll teach you not to \\_ __\ \____ / 7// )/` /\ think about me! |(_/ ) (/ ( \ '_/\ \ \ ^\ /\ \__/ \______|<-_\ )_7___\ )_/ /` ( \ / \_ / '\/\ | / , | | | | | | * | | | * | | | * | ' | ``, | | | + + # |___/|___/ ___|/ ?____ /( )\ / | U ) \_ /^/ \^\ _/_'- /__/- /__ \_/_/ \_\ __b'ger__ Often we woman think our husbands can read our mind or should 'just know' what bothers us and not be so insensitive to our feelings. We sometimes play games and say things to ourselves like 'if he really loves me he'll do this or that' because we feel he SHOULD do this or that IF indeed he DOES love us. The truth is, men don't often get it and had they known what was bothering us, they would never of done it in the first place because they Really DO Love Us. Playing these games only sets us up for hurt and failure. It is great when our man is intuitive enough to do what we secretely hope he will do, but it is super depressing when he doesn't. More times then not he doesn't and this makes us so unhappy for no real good reason except for us losing the game we were playing behind his back. Sarah should of simply let her husband know that she needed him too by placing his free arm around her. How hard would that of been? It would of been more satisfying to her had he actually done it of his own accord, but ladies, when he doesn't, then gently nudge him and let him know. He's not doing this on purpose to hurt you. She is not right to think she does not deserve the same attention he gives their daughter. Read what the bible has to say about this... Ephesians, chapter 5 "25": Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; "26": That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, "27": That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. "28": So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. "29": For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: "30": For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones. "31": For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. "32": This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church. "33": Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband. She relates his attention to their daughter like the attention God gives to us as our loving parent. That is good, but the attention she deserves from her husband is equally important. God set this up. Just as a married woman with children has two roles to play - wife and mother, so does a man that is married with children - husband and father. God likens the man's role to his wife like the attention that Jesus Christ gave to his church and ultimately gave his life for. That is the attention she and all of us married woman deserve from our husbands. We give them honor, love, and respect [reverence] because they honor, love, and respect us as much as they do their own selves. And if [when] they don't, we simply need to give them a little nudge to remind them we need them too! Their sensitivity to our needs will increase and improve as we educate them as to what our desires and needs are. Men are no more mind readers then we are. We don't need to nag them, just lovingly remind them. After all, if you think of it as God put it, like we are like their bodies, then you get the point a lot easier. Our body tells us when it is hungry, thirsty, in pain, etc. We don't have to guess. So we shouldn't expect our husbands to 'know' our physical and emotional needs all the time. ====================================================================== >-->From Laugh&Lift: The Lift ___ /` _\ | / 0|--. - / \_|0`/ /.`'._/) - ~ -^_| /-_~ ^- ~_` - -~ _ - ~ -| | - ~ - ~ - jgs \ \, ~ - ~ \_| >Courageous Response! (Author Unknown) On a summer morning as he was fixing his breakfast, Ray Blankenship looked out his window to see a young girl being swept along in the rain-flooded drainage ditch beside his Ohio home. Blankenship knew that farther downstream, the ditch disappeared with a roar underneath the road and then emptied into the main culvert. Ray dashed from his home and raced along the ditch, trying to get ahead of the flailing child. Finally, he hurled himself into the deep, churning water. When he surfaced, he was able to grab the girl's arm. The two tumbled end over end and then, within about three feet of the yawning culvert, Ray's free hand felt something protrude from the bank. He clung to it desperately, the tremendous force of the water trying to tear him and the child away. By the time fire-department rescuers arrived, Blankenship amazingly had pulled the girl to safety. Both were treated for shock. In that heroic moment, Ray Blankenship was at even greater risk than most people knew . . . since . . . Ray couldn't swim. Today, let your courage respond to needs that you see, not to the fear you may feel. "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." (2 Timothy 1:7 NKJV) 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 -<>- Stewardship is not a matter of funds, it is a matter of faith. ================================================================= >-->From Our Friend Jo Ann :) _ .-. / ) .-. ___ __ ( ) ( ( ( ) .'___) (__'-._) ( \ '._) (,'.' '. '-. '. / "\ ' -. '. ) / \ \ .-. ,'. ) ( ',_) _ .' ( \ \ ( \ . .' .' ) .-. ( \ ( .''. '. \ \| .' .' ,',--, / ( ) ) ) \ \ ', : \ .-' ( ( ( ( _) (,' / \ \ : : ) / _ ' . \ \ ,' / ,' ,' : ; / /,' '. /.' / / ( (\ ( '.' " ( .-'. \ '' \_)\ \ \ | \ \__ ) ) ___\ | \___; / , / / ___) ( ( ( PN '.' ) ;) ; (_/(_/ ----------------------------------------------------- >Will you dance with me? READ THIS VERY SLOWLY...... IT' S PRETTY PROFOUND. Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to de part from their routine. I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you? How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ' Jeopardy ' on television? I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.' And my personal favorite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together. Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect! We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet... We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college. Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.' When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.. My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy. Now...go on and have a nice day.. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list.. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you. Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? ;Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi? When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away...... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over. It's National Friendship Week.. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. To those I have sent this to... I cherish our friendship and appreciate all you do. 'Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance! --- ...Thank you Jo Ann. I had a relative die on the titanic. She was not one of the rich ones but was on the lower class section. Yes, Jo Ann, I Will dance with you! BUT, I will promise you this - when we are together on the 3rd heaven and earth after Christ has returned us all home, that is when I will dance with you. Our friendship shall always be because we Have God's Promise that we shall always be together! You, my dear friend - We and all our sweet brothers and sisters in Christ are going to have such a big party! __ /XX\ Do The |ooXX| C O N G A ! ! |XX((| _____ _({{)))` _ __ : | \\)) '> //___\_ :---: \\) _< ___ //;_____\ ======= ;=)) , :___: {(=);;;; _|:::: /\; \ /; __ [========]//;;;;;;; / /~~~~\_/ / \ \// ,'_= ccCC}}}} |:: '\ // (/~U~( \\: __/ )_/ / /___ C)) o( \ /~_/ );} |\ \|_ __ [ |___/ -c / //,--\ ){} > / `-'( \_//~ \\___(,= \ / *\~~ ___ ( \_; O O c))) `-< : _ :\__/:=====: | |/ * \ _/___\_ \ \ (`') {}}\-_' | ;=; `; | : \ | * * \ (/;::oo\) \ \ `c'_ : (__\_// | ,' \ ; \_ ___*_\ ( _\ ; ; ;\`----: )\_/ | ; :| /\ /:|\\ \_`-, : `,.;.;;\;;;;) /---:~~~~(~ : ___:|__/ \__/ \\ \\ ,-`~ __:;; ;;; / (_~~~\_ \_ ;____/_ \ : \_ \ |: :| ; ( \__`__ ; ;; ( :; | \__ \ || \ \ ( ( \ \ : \\ \ \___(,= ; ;; \ |:\ \ \\ ) || ) ) | | \__\__\_) |===: (; __;\ ) /==\ ) : / / || -{ / (\__| [____) /____\ / ,-';;) ) ===/ |: /_/ / (\_\_ \ \ \(__) : : \ ) ;;;/ ;_ :: ;(_ )~(_ ! \_> \_> ) )\ ) |;;,-/ ; =) ;(_ v--'[____) |_||_| (__ =) ~~~~~~ v--' [ `-, `-, `-' ~~~~ ~~~ unknown I can see Christ as the drummer! :) But, for now, there is still lots of work to be done... 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