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This one comes from a forward from our friend Viv.
I was immediately taken with it since it is of one
of my fav cartoon characters. If you like Maxine
and you like Jesus, you'll like this one.
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Maxine On Jesus
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>A Serving of Compassion Story Editor: Joyce Schowalter
by Rena Fagel
Virginia, USA
A word I use often lately is "busy". I seem to cram more necessary tasks
into every available minute of my day. So with that as background, on
Thursday, July 6, 2006, I headed out to pick up dinner for my husband (I
don't cook).
Many suburban restaurants in my town of 55,000 now offer curbside
pickup, where you pull into a specially designated parking space and
wait for the server to bring your food to you. I headed to the one
where my husband had phoned his order.
As I waited in my parking spot at the restaurant, I saw an old man
coming out of the restaurant's door. He had a labored walk, and carried
a single-hand walker (the kind that has four legs which sprout at the
bottom of a cane).
As he came through the door, for no reason I could discern, he fell.
This happened very quickly. As I registered that he had fallen and saw
the confusion on his face, I started to get out the car and go to him.
But the curbside server beat me to it. "Bill" was immediately down on
his knees in front of the man, quietly telling him to remain still and
asking if he was hurt.
The old man was clearly still coming to grips with what had happened and
didn't answer for a few seconds. He looked up into the face of the
server with slight confusion on his face. The server talked to him some
more, in a soothing fashion. When Bill had elicited from the man that he
thought he was uninjured, Bill told the man to stay where he was and
he'd pick him up.
And pick him up he did. Carefully, but firmly. There was not a hint of
discomfort or awkwardness about Bill as he righted the man back to a
standing position.
Bill then quietly inquired further as to whether the man remained
uninjured. When the responses he received were safe, he walked with the
man to his car. As I watched them, their backs to me, the server
maintained a respectful but protective distance from the man. He lightly
kept his right hand in contact with the small of the man's back, clearly
mindful of the fall the man had taken and concerned for him.
When they got to the man's car, the server ensured that the man got into
it comfortably and safely.
It's a pity sometimes that words can't convey the nuances of an event or
an experience. That server was so incredibly respectful and careful of
the fallen man's dignity. It was evident in his every move, in the tone
of his voice, and in the care and concern he provided through his
thoughtful actions.
I was impressed and touched. I tipped that server *heavy* when he
brought out my order and I told him why. Then I headed home. I had just
witnessed common, everyday compassion, and it was foremost in my mind.
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Blessed are the pure in heart.
So often we are told
Of saints whose names and daily deeds
Inscribed in books of gold
Are certain to be seeing God
In well-rewarding joy -
But when I see the pure in heart
I see a little boy.
He shins up trees and barks his knees,
Has lizards in a box;
He loves to read of dinosaurs,
Collects bright-colored rocks.
His grubby hands are gentle
On the coats of dogs and birds,
And he has a quiet wisdom in naivete of words.
I listen to his little prayers
At night with quiet joy -
And when I hear the pure in heart
I hear a little boy.
He hasn't reached the age as yet
To question and to doubt;
He gravely takes his mother's words,
And that's what life's about.
Each day is gold, a shining thing
Without a wrong alloy -
And when I hold the pure in heart
I hold a little boy.
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>WHO DO I PLEASE?
Scripture Reading…. Matt 13:53-58
And it came to pass, that when Jesus had finished these parables, he
departed thence. 54And when he was come into his own country, he taught
them in their synagogue, insomuch that they were astonished, and said,
Whence hath this man this wisdom, and these mighty works? 55Is not this
the carpenter’s son? is not his mother called Mary? and his brethren,
James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas? 56And his sisters, are they not
all with us? Whence then hath this man all these things? 57And they were
offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without
honour, save in his own country, and in his own house. 58And he did not
many mighty works there because of their unbelief.
Have you ever felt rejected?
I know I have on quite a few occasions. There was a time when I was
involved in more ‘worldly’ things that I am now, that people admired me!
But now in hindsight, I can see it was more for ‘what’ I was, then just
‘who’ I was. In fact I think back and realize that not too many of my
past admirers, knew me well at all.
I come across these people frequently, people who’s kids I had taken
under my wing to teach them how to play golf, people I had served on
committees with, people who had sat and told me their woes and I had
listened intently, advising where I felt I could.
When I changed directions in my life, most of these people didn’t want
to know me.
I had changed ( Praise the Lord for that !) some said, and I wasn’t
the same old friend, teacher , confidante and unpaid babysitter…
Rejection followed and no one likes to be rejected, the more involved
my wife and I became involved in Church life, the more we gave of
ourselves to Jesus, then those same rejections, infected my family… .
They seemed to think, that as long as we only gave our Sundays, that
would be fine, they couldn’t see that we had a need that they couldn’t
fill, only Jesus could…..
So, we gave ALL our days, to the Lord and that , to some of the family,
was not acceptable.
They could have all been included! They could all have what we have!
But they didn’t, and they still don’t want what we have..
What is it I am meaning ? What is it I am talking about?
Salvation is what I am talking about…..simple as that.
The fulfillment of a promise that God has for us, each and everyone of
us who choose to follow Him.
No matter how I try to hide my disappointment, I hate feeling rejected,
I hate it when people see me and cross over the street or pretend they
haven’t seen me and turn in the other direction, I hate it when my
family don’t want to be around us anymore in case some of ‘us’…. rubs
off on them!..
“Sad” yes….. Sad U Cee!....
WE have to be careful in how we handle those people….Jesus is the only
One, we must strive to please.
Our Salvation comes from Him, not our worldly friends and families.
Jesus was popular…..with lots of people, but Jesus also felt rejection.
He would have felt it as you and I feel it, after all although Jesus( “
Immanuel” God with us), would have felt everything as we feel
everything, He was ‘Clothed in humanity’ and frail ,… as we are frail.
There were hundreds of people who had heard what Jesus had to say, they
sat around listening to Him, they watched as He showed them mighty
deeds, they saw how Hw loved His people and some experienced His
compassion personally, but that was people who had only ‘heard’ of Him…
Back home in Nazareth? Well that was different…. He was Jesus…Joseph the
Carpenters son…there was nothing particularly astonishing about Him to
those who had watched him being raised!
Oh Yes He was a good kid! But that was all they would say about Him… But
when He began His Ministry , many of them asked “ Who? Does He think He
is? Talking to US like that?”
Jesus’s home became difficult to live in as some of us experience the
same thing…
We cannot let those who don’t believe in Him, pull us down ! and they
will! if we let them…
The very fact that our families are very usually our first ‘testing
grounds’ is a challenge to our faith in the Lord….The question YOU must
ask yourself is…..
“ Do I need salvation? And if I do where do I get it?” You already
have that answer…
If you feel rejection….. ask yourself if you are being ‘insensitive’ to
the feelings of others and if your behavior is appropriate to the
situation, and if so, speak to an elder, allow them to strengthen you
with their own strength which comes from Christ…But above all else, work
out for yourself, just who it is you are more concerned about
pleasing…Bible says, we are to work out our own salvation….( Phil 2:12)
Br Tony
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...Thank you Tony! Yes, once we are saved, it is up to us to walk
like we are the 'salt of the earth', like we are 'a child of God',
like we have 'Christ in us', like we are 'children of light', like
we were 'chosen before the foundation of the world', like we are
most beloved by God almighty!
How do we do this?
We Renew Our Mind to what the Word Of God says.
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Here are some teachings to help you...
Our Valuable Anchor
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/ouranchor.html
Who Is Jesus Christ
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/whoisjesus.html
The New Birth
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/newbirth.html
The Renewed Mind
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/renewedmind.html
Abraham - A Case Study In Believing
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/abraham.html
Christian Position In Christ
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/christianposition.html
Christian Stand
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/christianstand.html
Christian Walk
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/christianstand.html
Never Give Up
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/nevergiveup.html
You Are The Only You God Has
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/onlyyougodhas.html
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>There Was A Man
Bill Walker
wildbill6807@yahoo.com
There was a man now about 80 or so years ago that changed the world..
Now I don't think that is the right words. Maybe I should say he came
along, and did do a lot of things. I look at the things going on in this
world today, I see what is taking place in this United States today. I
see where most people believe a certain way, but there is groups moving
in and forcing their will on the most. I think of this man.
This man was a law breaker, just like these today. He also used the laws
that was in his favor to gain. Just like the ones today. He and his
group would meet on street corners and cause troubles, just like today.
They would wave strange flags, just like the groups today. If the law
stepped in to move them, there was the out cry,, but we have rights,
just like today. Some got out of control and was put in jail, just like
today. This man made so much trouble he too was put in jail, where he
wrote a book. I don't know as any today has yet wrote a book, but that
may be in the making. Time will tell about that.
This man served what ever time for breaking some laws, and was back on
the streets. His gang of thugs was waiting for their leader. This time
he went to work and used the laws to work his way into a little power,
here, there, and else where. More people got to hearing what his street
gangs was saying. He and his street gangs became more a thorn in the
side of the government, but this time they stuck with what the laws said
they could do. People had elections there, some even took the time to
vote, while others said whats the use, my vote don't count, just like
today. Inch by inch he and his street thugs got a little more power,
just like today. The ones in government started to bend and break to his
thinking. All at once he was in the government. He had a voice, and it
grew louder each day, just like today.
Then came the day, he was second in the government. The old grew tired
of fighting back, give it to him, just like today. All at once he was
number one, took the government over. The laws he didn't like was burnt.
He put in tight controls on things. And his flags became the nations
flag.
His name was Adolf Hitler.
Wake up people of the United States. Are we seeing the same thing taken
place here?
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>"FLAG OF PEACE'
What makes America Great? God makes America Great!
Without Him there would be no America, the land of the
free, and the home of the brave. There would be no Statue of
Liberty standing at the door, to welcome the world's downtrodden,
friends or foe alike! Millions would not be fed food for their bodies
and souls. There would be no freedom of the press.
Last but not least, we would not have our Flag, to honor her greatness.
I would like to share this poem I wrote about our flag. To me, it
represents all that America stands for.
She stands high up in the sky,
Proudly waving, to and fro.
A hope to all who pass her by,
O'er a country that loves her so!
Yes we love her, this flag of ours:
Her Red, her White, her Blue
We love her and we need her,
To remind us to be true!
She stands for peace and freedom,
To all peoples, near and far.
She gives hope, faith and comfort,
When her soldiers go off to war!
We see her fly against the Heavens,
As the clouds around her roll,
And when the sunbeams surround her,
What a beauty to behold!
We see her stars and stripes fly o'er us,
In great beauty and great splendor,
A reminder to all who see her,
To love her and defend her!
Yes, we love her, this flag of ours,
Her Red, her White, her Blue.
We love her and we need her,
To remind us to be true!
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>The Deacon and the Boy
His name is Scott. He has wild hair, wears a
T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes.
This was literally his wardrobe for his entire
four years of college. He is brilliant. Kind
of esoteric and very, very bright. He became
a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus is a well
dressed, very conservative church. They want
to develop a ministry to the students, but
are not sure how to go about it.
One day Scott decides to go there. He walks
in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and
wild hair. The service has already started
and so Scott starts down the aisle looking
for a seat. The church is completely packed
and he can't find a seat. By now, people
are really looking a bit uncomfortable,
but no one says anything. Scott gets closer
and closer and closer to the pulpit, and
when he realizes there are no seats, he just
squats down right on the carpet.
By now the people are really uptight,
and the tension in the air is thick.
About this time, the minister realizes that
from way at the back of the church, a deacon
is slowly making his way toward Scott. A godly man,
very elegant, very dignified, and very courtly.
He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking
toward this boy, everyone is saying to
themselves that you can't blame him for what
he's going to do. How can you expect a man of
his age and of his background to understand
some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to reach the
boy. The church is utterly silent except for
the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are
focused on him. You can't even hear anyone
breathing. The minister can't even preach the
sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.
And now they see this elderly man drop his cane
on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers
himself and sits down next to Scott and worships
with him so he won't be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion.
When the minister gains control, he says,
"What I'm about to preach, you will never remember.
What you have just seen, you will never forget."
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>EXCUSES Written by Lavernon Davis
Excuses, excuses,
you hear them everyday.
Now, the devil he'll supply them,
if from church you stay away.
When people come to know the Lord,
the devil always loses,
So to keep them folks away from church,
he offers them excuses!
In the summer, it's too hot,
and in the winter, it's too cold.
And in the springtime, when the weather's just right,
You find some place else to go.
Well, it's up to the mountain
Or down to the beach or to visit some old friend,
Or just to stay home and kinda relax and hope some of the kinfolks drop
in.
Well, the church bench is too hard,
and that choir sings way too loud.
And, boy, you know how nervous you can get
when your settin' in a great big crowd.
The doctor told you you'd better watch them crowds,
they'll set you back,
But you go to that ballgame,
cause you say it helps you to relax.
Well, you have a headache Sunday morning
and a backache Sunday night.
Well, one of the children has a cold, pneumonia, do you suppose?
Why the whole family had to stay home, just to blow that poor kids nose!
The preacher, he's too young, maybe he's too old.
His sermons, they're not fired enough, or maybe their too bold.
His voice is much too quiet, sometimes he gets too loud,
He needs to have more dignity or else he's way too proud.
His sermons, they're too long. Maybe, they're too short.
He ought to preach the Word with dignity, instead of stomp and snort.
Why, one of the members told me the other day,
"He didn't even shake my hand."
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>The Necklace
The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five.
Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a
circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.
'Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?'
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then
looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned
face.
'A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them,
I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save
enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week
away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.'
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17
pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she
went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions
for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar
bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She
wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only
time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.
Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for
bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a
story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, 'Do you love
me?'
'Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you.'
'Then give me your pearls'
'Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse
from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The
one you gave me. She's my very favorite.'
'That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night.' And he brushed her
cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, 'Do
you love me?'
'Daddy, you know I love you.'
'Then give me your pearls.'
'Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new
one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow
blanket that matches her sleeper.'
'That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.'
And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed
with her legs crossed Indian style.
As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear
rolled down her cheek.
'What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?'
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy.
And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a
little quiver, she finally said, 'Here, daddy; this is for you.'
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy reached out with one
hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of
genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.
He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the
dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. So it is,
with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap
things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.
God will never take away something without giving you something better
in its place.
You can do two things with this story:
A. Pass it on and let others be touched by its message;
B. Throw it away and not let it touch your heart.
The greatest gifts happen when you share love and touch others
A must read for all! Hope you enjoy
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>Never Give Up
When Colonel Harland Sanders retired at the age of 65, he had little to
show for himself, except an old Caddie roadster, a $105 monthly pension
check, and a recipe for chicken.
Knowing he couldn't live on his pension, he took his chicken recipe in
hand, got behind the wheel of his van, and set out to make his fortune.
His first plan was to sell his chicken recipe to restaurant owners, who
would in turn give him a residual for every piece of chicken they
sold--5 cents per chicken. The first restaurateur he called on turned
him down.
So did the second. So did the third.
In fact, the first 1008 sales calls Colonel Sanders made ended in
rejection. Still, he continued to call on owners as he traveled across
the USA, sleeping in his car to save money. Prospect number 1009 gave
him his first "yes."
After two years of making daily sales he had signed up a total of five
restaurants. Still the Colonel pressed on, knowing that he had a great
chicken recipe and that someday the idea would catch on.
Of course, you know how the story ends. The idea DID catch on. By 1963
the Colonel had 600 restaurants across the country selling his secret
recipe of Kentucky Fried Chicken (with 11 herbs and spices).
In 1964 future Kentucky governor John Brown bought him out. Even though
the sale made him a multi-millionaire, he continued to represent and
promote KFC until his death in 1990.
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A good life gets passed on to the grandchildren ...
(Proverbs 13:22 MSG).
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Preparation
Thomas Cahill writes about history, legacy really. In The
Gift of the Jews, Cahill explores the impact of "the God of
Abraham." This Creator-God gives us a beginning and an end;
he defines justice and mercy, refines our conscience. And, as
Cahill states, "Most of our best words-new, adventure, surprise,
unique, individual, person, vocation, time, history, future,
freedom, progress, spirit: faith, hope, justice-are the gifts of the
Jews," Abraham's legacy to us.
Stay with me as we sneak a peek into our legacy -- our view of
life and living.
For better or worse, my dad shaped my view of the world.
Part of his personal story was clouded by years of alcohol
addiction, but his perspective about life has become clearer and
more meaningful as the years have gone by. From my dad,
I learned to never throw away what could be fixed, to refrain
from freeze-framing people (everyone can and will change),
and to think outside the box (look for unexpected options).
Over the years I have become his legacy, unwrapping the best
and forgetting the worst.
Legacy is the wisdom, convictions, experiences, and values
that have been handed down to us from the generations before
us. It shapes our worldview, providing wisdom and direction
for the next generation.
Legacy is powerful. It is a gift we are compelled to open, but
after opening it, we are faced with challenges and choices. Will
we accept the gift and find a place to display it and share it,
toss it, or rebel against it?
What have you done with the legacy you were given?
How have your parents, your early years, your grandparents
shaped your perspective on life?
Then the bonus question: How much of your faith is yours and
how much of it is what you inherited from others?
Inspiration
A few days ago I was blessed by a "holy moment."
Mearl's body was at the funeral home; the memorial service
was set for the next day, so most of the details related to death
had been dealt with. Now it was time to talk.
We gathered in the family room to tell stories, share memories,
and unwrap the legacy of Mearl Jacobs. She had lived a life
filled with stories, from the dust bowl of Oklahoma to Southern
California to Abilene, Texas. Most people didn't know that she
worked for thirty years at Rockwell International and helped
prepare the budget for the first space shuttle; or that even at
82 years of age, she loved the highest of the high-heeled shoes;
or that although she really didn't care much for baseball, she
loved listening to Vin Scully call the LA Dodger's games because
her son, John, loved baseball.
Before long, the conversation turned from stories about Mearl,
to stories of how she changed and shaped the lives in the room.
Her daughter, Carol, said, "Just a few hours before Mom died
she said she wanted to go home. 'I asked her if she meant back
to her apartment?' She said, 'NO!' I asked, 'Home to be with
Jesus?' 'YES!'"
That did it. The legacy began to emerge. A tapestry of love
and grace and service was realized that night. Mearl had lived
a life that rubbed off on the young and old alike. When she
rubbed off on you, you left a different person, a better person.
She was gifted that way.
She knew how to demonstrate the things that really mattered.
She stood up for values that she held dear and she always seemed
to know how to grace people, to accept them "as is." Her
grandkids talked of her perpetual, unconditional acceptance of
them, no matter what.
It's her legacy.
Some things have to be seen to be understood: love, forgiveness,
acceptance, and faith are a few. Mearl knew how to help you
see. Her life was an investment in family and church and
friends -- in people.
The fingerprints of God were all over that room. It was a legacy
celebration, and I was honored to feel the holiness of it. Mearl
had seen the best in these kids before they had seen it in
themselves and now they understood. The gift was unwrapped;
the legacy unveiled.
The next day, it was clear that Mearl was still around. We
buried the body, but she lives in all those present and
beyond. She is still hugging and giving and loving and smiling
and if you are really in need of it, she is still giving "that look."
It's her legacy.
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Motivation
You have received a legacy and you are building a legacy.
They are both bigger than you. Make the most of both.
What is it that you want said about you when you're gone?
What rubbings are you leaving on the people in your family
and in your world?
Like those before you, you are shaping the worldview of
those who come after you. So get on with it.
Regardless of what others do or have done, YOU have the
choice!
Visit the i2eye page and take the challenge. Listen to the
spots and see what God does with 21 days:
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>TWO POUNDS OF ENTHUSIASM
Anonymous. I'd like to meet that person sometime. Anonymous
has come up with some of the funniest and pithiest expressions
I have ever heard. And he (or is it she?) can also be so deeply
profound at times.
Like these words from Anonymous about what enthusiasm can
do for us:
"Indifference never wrote great works, nor thought out striking
inventions, nor reared the solemn architecture that awes the
soul, nor breathed sublime music, nor painted glorious pictures,
nor undertook heroic philanthropies. All these grandeurs are
born of enthusiasm, and are done heartily."
I'm reminded of that great 18th century founder of Methodism,
John Wesley. When asked how he drew such large crowds of
people to hear him preach, he responded, "I set myself on fire
and they come out and watch me burn!" People are drawn to
enthusiasm.
Where there is no enthusiasm, there is no passion. Where there
is no passion, there is no great living.
Are we meant simply to be satisfied with mediocre lives? From
antiquity to the present, indifference has stolen from too many
people the chance to do something important with their lives.
Their indifference inspires little energy to pursue something
truly worthwhile.
One woman went to the market and asked for two pounds of
sausage. The clerk yelled at the butcher, "Two pounds of
enthusiasm!"
"Why do you call it that?" the bewildered customer asked.
"Because he puts everything he's got into it," the clerk said.
In your daily activities; in your relationships with family,
friends and colleagues; in anything you think is important --
what would happen if you "put everything you've got" into it?
Are you ready to find out?
-- Steve Goodier
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>PRAYER - THE GREAT WEAPON
"Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the
spirit." Eph 6:18
Prayer is the great weapon of attack against sin and wickedness
in this world. Everywhere we can see the great castle of sin,
filled by an armed host of those that promote it. Many of the
saints of God are losing heart and believe that we shall never
be able to storm the castle, that there is no way of besieging
her. However this is not the case. The weapon of prayer can
assail the greatest of enemies and win the largest of battles.
Though sin stands strong, "where sin abounds, grace doth
much more abound."
As believers, don't let us get caught up continually in
'defensive' praying, but let us go on the offensive for it is
the will of God. The gates of hell cannot prevail against an
advancing church or Christian, we have the Saviour's promise...
let us claim it!
Thought for today - During the Protestant Reformation, the
reformers proved the power of offensive prayer as they saw
the 'invinciblity' of Rome shattered. Today let us remember
that God has not changed.
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>GRANDPA'S COUNTRY WISDOM
- Country fences need to be horse high, piig tight and bull strong.
- Life is not about how fast you run, or hhow high you climb - but
how well you bounce.
- Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
- Life is simpler when you plow around thee stumps.
- Mortgaging a future crop is saddling a wwobbly colt.
- A bumblebee is faster than a John Deere tractor.
- Trouble with a milk cow is she won't staay milked.
- Words that soak into your ears are whisppered, not yelled.
- Meanness don't happen overnight.
- To know how country folks are doing,
look at their barns, not their houses.
- Never lay an angry hand on a kid or an aanimal, it just ain't helpful.
- Teachers, bankers, and hoot owls sleep wwith one eye open.
- Forgive your enemies. It messes with theeir heads.
- Don't sell your mule to buy a plow.
- Two can live as cheap as one if one don''t eat.
- Don't corner something meaner than you.
- It don't take a very big person to carryy a grudge.
- You can't unsay a cruel thing.
- Every path has some puddles.
- When you wallow with pigs, expect to gett dirty.
- The best sermons are lived, not preachedd.
- Most of the stuff people worry about happpening, don't.
- Lazy and Quarrelsome are ugly sisters.
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>LORD, BE THOU MY HELPER
I do not ask for calm, still waters,
Or for pastures green and fair;
But as I face the tempest’s fury,
Lord, I plead Thy presence there.
I do not ask a sunlit pathway
Or a life-road free from fear;
But as I walk amid earth’s darkness,
Guardian of my soul, be near.
Oh, hold me, Savior, closely to Thee;
Fill my heart with Thine own grace,
That through the fear and desolation
I may see Thee face-to-face.
Then darkened skies and raging billows
Will but prove how strong Thou art;
And all the dreadful shades of night but
Draw me nearer to Thy heart.
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"I got two A's" the small boy said,
his voice was filled with glee,
his father very bluntly said
"Why didn't you get three?"
"Mom, I've got the dishes done"
the girl called from the door.
Her mother very calmly said,
"Did you sweep the floor?"
"I mowed the grass" the tall boy said,
"and put the mower away"
His father asked him with a shrug,
"Did you clean off the clay?"
The Children in the house next door
seemed happy and content
The same thing happened over there,
but this is how it went:
"I got two A's" the young boy said,
his voice was filled with glee,
his father proudly said "that’s great,
I'm glad you belong to me"
"Mom, I got the dishes done,"
the girl called from the door.
Her mother smiled and softly said,
"Each day I love you more."
"I've mowed the grass," the tall boy said,
"and put the mower away"
his father answered with much joy,
"You've made my happy day"
Children deserve a little praise
for tasks they're asked to do,
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Skill is knowing how to do it.
Virtue is doing it.
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