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'-._ .-'\ '. / |/` `'''''') ) `\| / ( ( ,\ ; \ '-..-'/ ; | '. / | | `'---'` | ; ; \ / `. .' '-._ _.-' jgs __/`" ' - - - ' "`` \__ /` /^\ `\ \( .' '. )/ '.(__(__.-' '.__)__).' Polar Bear Cubs! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/polarbears.html --- ...Aww, so sweet! Thanks Linda! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: .=""--._ __..._ ,="_`/.--"" ..-""__...._""" `^"\ .' ,/_,.__.- _, _ .`. .' _.' .-'; /_\ \o|_ .' -" .-' / `o' / \,- `"""""----"" ( `.--'`---'=' `.. .'.`-..-/`\ `";`7 'j`"--' _.| | | .-' ; `. .-' .- :` ; .-'_.._7___ _7 ;|.---. ( `"\ /--..r=`) \__..--"7'`. ,`7 `}\' __. .-" / J/}/ .-"" \.-" .' `; : .' .' ; ; / : | .-._ `. : | ;-. /`. `/ `--| ; / \ ;`. ` : _; ; .' : : .-': .' \ ; _.--' :/ .' / | ,__ .-'"""""--. 7 / / : \`"""" `. ' / / : J__..._ `. ; .' \ -. `-.\ `,J.-' `._ `._.' fsc `"""" >THE POWER OF BELIEVING by Joseph Walker As I think about it, I'm not sure I ever really bought into that Easter Bunny stuff. Santa Claus was one thing. He was human, chubby and groovy in long hair and a beard. As a heavy-set child of the 1960s, I could relate to that. But how do you relate to a rabbit -- especially one with no name, no discernable personality and a propensity for laying multi- colored chicken eggs? Thankfully, I grew up in a family of believers, so it really didn't matter how I felt about Easter's benevolent bunny. Not only did I learn to believe, but I also learned something about the power of belief -- in myself, in principles and in other people and causes. But I worry a little about children who grow up in this age of disbelief. Experiencing the fun of a harmless fantasy like the Easter Bunny is one thing. But how do they cope with life in a world where belief itself is belittled, where faith is ridiculed and reality extends only as far as one can see hear, smell, taste or touch? A few years ago national attention was focused on a deep, dark cave in the mountains near where I live. A Scout troop had entered the cave to do a little exploring. Despite every precaution that had been taken to make it a safe and exciting adventure for all, one young man was separated from the troop and lost in the depths of the cave. For several days rescue crews worked around the clock, searching every twist and turn in the underground cavern. With each passing hour hopes of finding the boy inside the cave dimmed, and new theories were advanced. Perhaps he had simply run away. Or maybe he had stumbled out some other entrance and was now lost in the mountains. Or perhaps he was already... well, nobody wanted to say it. But everybody thought it. Everybody, that is, except the boy's parents. "That wasn't an option as far as we were concerned," the boy's mother said. "Eventually we would find him -- safe and alive. We were certain of that." There was little reason to cling to that belief. Those who were familiar with the cave claimed it had been thoroughly searched -- several times. Common sense dictated that time was running out and that other options needed to be considered -- like when to say "enough." But like Kris Kringle himself says in A Miracle on 34th Street, "faith is believing in something even when common sense tells you not to." And the boy's parents had faith. They wouldn't give up, and they wouldn't let anyone else give up, either. And sure enough, the boy was found -- hungry, thirsty and frightened, but otherwise healthy. And how did he manage to survive his ordeal in the cave? "I prayed a lot," he said, "and I never stopped believing that someone would find me." Of course, I'm aware that not every crisis ends so happily, no matter how much faith and belief is exercised. But how many tragedies have been averted because believing people refuse to be dissuaded or discouraged by common sense? Many people view belief, faith and hope as the feeble stepchildren of knowledge. I understand that feeling. Sometimes I lean a little that way myself. But while it's true that the pursuit of knowledge is a value to be cherished, there always comes a point at which knowledge ends. Always. That can be a scary place for those who have no faith in belief. But for those who have learned to walk in faith and to trust the power of believing, the absence of absolute knowledge isn't any more of a problem than life's other realities. You just move on -- in whatever direction you believe is best. Your course may be uncertain and your step may be slow and cautious. But hopefully -- or maybe we should say "full of hope" -- you move on. With or without the Easter Bunny. -- Joseph Walker __________________________________________________ Joseph is a Heartwarmer Gem from Utah. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend John-Paul :) *** ** ** ** ** ** ** **** ** ** ** **** ** ** * ** ** ** * * ** *** ** ** * * ** ** * ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** * * * * * 0 0 * * / @ \ * * \__/ \__/ * * W * ** ** ***** Unknown >~~ " SPRINGTIME " ~~ ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^ I walked with Spring along a path Where roses took a dew-dropped bath, Where flowers with many colorful hues-- Saluted the day with raving reviews. I danced with Spring along a creek, Where frisky frogs played hide-and-seek, Where Dogwood trees wore lacy gowns, Neath canopies of cotton crowns. The Earth stood still, While my cares took flight; My Soul was filled with "Pure Delight," I walked with Spring where Nature trod, And gazed upon-- The Face Of GOD! ~~~ " The Dream Merchant " ~~~ (john-paul) --- ...SWEET! Thanks John-Paul! =========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: |'--' '--'::'--' _ `--`::`--` `--`| |.__. .__.::.__.: / \ :.__.::.__. .__.| |'--' '--'::'--': /_|_\ :`--`::`--` `--`| ! :: : ( /'\ ) : :: ! :.__.::.__.::.__.: ///.\> A LAW OF SUCCESSFUL LIVING I am impressed by an incident that happened during Ignacy Paderewski's (November 18, 1860 - June 29, 1941) career. The famous Polish pianist agreed to play a concert organized by two Stanford University students working their way through school. Paderewski's manager said they would have to guarantee the artist a fee of $2,000. The boys agreed and eventually the concert was held. Though the two student promoters worked hard, they took in only $1,600. Discouraged, they told Paderewski of their efforts and handed him the $1,600 with a note promising to pay him the balance of $400. But the artist tore up the note and gave them back the $1,600. "Take your expenses out of this," he said, "give yourselves each 10% of what's left for your work, and let me have the rest." Years later, Paderewski was faced with feeding the people of his war-ravaged Poland. Amazingly, even before a request was made, thousands of tons of food were sent to Poland by the United States. Paderewski later traveled to Paris to thank Herbert Hoover, who headed up the US relief effort. "That's all right, Mr. Paderewski," said Hoover, "I knew that the need was great. And besides, though you may not remember it, I was one of two college students whom you generously helped when I was in need." The story illustrates a law of successful living: sooner or later we will reap what we sow. Paderewski reaped a harvest of kindness he had sown years before. Those who sow love will eventually reap love. Those who sow goodness will reap even more. Those who sow fear and mistrust will reap an unwanted harvest later. It's a basic law of successful living. And powerful enough to change a life. -- Steve Goodier http://stevegoodier .blogspot. com/ -<>- ______________________________________________________________________ |: : : : : : : : : : : : : :|____|____|____|: : : : : : : : : : : : : :| | : : : : : : : : : : : : : |__|____|____|_| : : : : : : : : : : : : : | |: : : : : : : : : : : : : :|____|____|____|: : : : : : : : : : : : : :| | : : : : : :_: : : : : : : |__|____|____|_| : : : : : : :_: : : : : : | |: : : : : :/_\: : : : : : :|____|____|____|: : : : : : :/_\: : : : : :| | : : : : : :|: : : : : : :/___|____|____|__\: : : : : : :|: : : : : : | |: : : : : :[=]: : : : : :/_|____|____|____|_\: : : : : :[=]: : : : : :| | : : : : : :!: : : : : :/_____|____|____|____\: : : : : :!: : : : : : | |=========.-----.=======/___|____|____|____|___\=======.-----.=========| | | | /_|___| ) ( |___|_\ | | | | .;. | * | |___|_| o )( ) ) o |_|___| | * | .;. | | _;(;);_ | | |_|___| | ( ) )( | |___|_| | | _;(;);_ | |__|;;;|__()_____()____|___|_|/!\@@@@@@/!\|_|___|____()_____()__|;;;|__| | ; | ||_____|| /____________________________\ ||_____|| | ; | || || |____________________________| || || `====================================================` `======================================================` `========================================================` 1c >The Prodigal Son Parable in the Key of "F" Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the family finances. He flew far to foreign fields and frittered his fortune feasting fabulously with faithless friends. Finally facing famine and fleeced by his fellows in folly, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard. Fairly famished he fain would have filled his frame with the foraged foods of the fodder fragments left by the filthy farmyard creatures. 'Fooey', he said, 'My father's flunkies fare far fancier,' the frazzled fugitive found feverishly, frankly facing facts. Frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding he forthwith fled to his family. Falling at his father's feet, he floundered forlornly. 'Father, I have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favour.' But the faithful father, forestalling further flinching frantically flagged the flunkies. 'Fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a feast.' But the fugitive's fault-finding frater frowned on the fickle forgiveness of the former folderol. His fury flashed. But fussing was futile, for the far-sighted father figured, such filial fidelity is fine, but what forbids fervent festivity? The fugitive is found! "Unfurl the flags, with fanfares flaring! Let fun and frolic freely flow!" "Former failure is forgotten, folly is forsaken! And forgiveness forms the foundation for future fortitude." --Author unknown -<>- _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ )`'-.,_)`'-.,_)`'-.,_)`'-.,_)`'-.,_)`'-.,_)`'-.,_)`'-.,_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ )`'-.,)`'-.,)`'-.,)`'-.,)`'-.,)`'-.,)`'-.,)`'-., _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ )'-.,)'-.,)'-.,)'-.,)'-.,)'-.,)'-.,)'-.,)'-., _ _ _ _ _ _ ( `'-.,_( `'-.,( `'-.,_( `'-._( `'-.,( `'-., >THANKFULNESS One night many years ago, Ed Spencer, a student at a seminary near Lake Michigan, was awakened by shouts that there had been a shipwreck offshore from the campus. An excursion boat from the nearby Chicago harbor had collided with a freighter and was sinking. Spencer ran down to the lakeshore from which he could see lights from the boats. A strong swimmer, he plunged into the icy water and started searching for survivors. For six hours Spencer swam out and back, pulling people ashore, battling stormy waves and powerful undertow. By dawn, he had personally rescued 15 people in as many trips. Exhausted, he sat down until someone spotted two more still in the water. Spencer dove in again and found a man and a woman clinging desperately to a piece of wreckage. He brought them in, too, and collapsed on the beach. Fewer than one-fourth of the 400 passengers on that boat survived the shipwreck, 17 of them rescued by Ed Spencer. His own health, however, was irreparably damaged by his act of heroism, and he was never able to return to school, ultimately living out his days as an invalid. Years later, a reporter doing a story on Great Lakes tragedies found Spencer as an old man in a nursing home in California and asked for his recollections of that night. He said bitterly, "The only thing I remember is that not one of the 17 ever thanked me." (Michael Halleen, Monday Moment, 4-28-08) -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment For The Joy That Was Set Before Him http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/joy.html Good Easter http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/easter.html Volkner's Easter Tree http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/eastertree.html 90/10 Principle http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/giving.html Lily And Madison http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/greatdanes.html Beautiful Flowers http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/bflowers.html Visit Melissa's Online Store You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at the online store http://pdhomes.net/mall/babylissa/mySTORES/ISELL4.html If You haven't joined LynnLynn's mailing List yet, send a blank e-mail to LynnLynns-links-subscribe@Yahoogroups.com =============================================================== >-->From LaughAndLift: __ /_/\/\ \_\ / /_/ \ \_\/\ \ \_\/ unknown >"Still He Walked" (By Carrie McCutcheon) [Edited] He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify," "crucify". . . He could hear the hatred in their voices, These were His chosen people. He loved them, And they were going to crucify Him. He was beaten, bleeding and weakened . . . His heart was broken, But still He walked. He could see the crowd as He came from the palace. He knew each of the faces so well. He had created them. He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear, But now they were contorted with rage and anger . . . His heart broke, But still He walked. His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed Him. He searched the crowd for a loving face and He saw very few. Then He turned His eyes to the only One that mattered And He knew that He would never be alone. He looked back at the crowd, At the people who were spitting at Him, Throwing rocks at Him and mocking Him, and He knew That because of Him, they could be forgiven and never be alone. So for them, He walked. The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through the crowd. The sounds of His cries echoed even louder, The cheers of the crowd, as His hands and feet Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow. Loudest of all was the still small voice Inside His heart that whispered "I am with You, My Son", And God's heart broke. He had let His Son walk. Jesus could have asked God to end His suffering, But instead He asked God to forgive; Not to forgive Him, But to forgive the ones who were persecuting Him. As He hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death, He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd, But also, the face of every person yet to be, And His heart filled with love. As His body was dying, His heart was alive. Alive with the limitless, unconditional love He feels for each of us. That is why He walked. When I forget how much my God loves me, I remember His walk. When I wonder if I can be forgiven, I remember His walk. When I need reminder of how to live like Christ, I think of His walk. And to show Him how much I love Him, I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to Him, And I walk. -<>- + (|) _____.___.|_|. | / \ |===| | / \ | o | |__/__v__\|, ,| | | | | | || || |/| . . . |','| ||| A A A | , | ||| M M M | | wtx --------------------- >The Rich Family in Church (By Eddie Ogan) I'll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money. By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially. When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. We thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1. We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives. Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so we figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering. The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before. That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering. We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn't own an umbrella and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet. But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich. When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20. As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills. Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night. We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we were poor. That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed--I didn't even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor! I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn't know. We'd never known we were poor. We didn't want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk on the way. Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all sacrifice to help these poor people?" We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week. Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering. When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in this church." Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100." We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus! -<>- */The Laugh/* ,. ,_> `. ,'; ,-`' `' '`'._ ,,-) ---._ | .---''`-),. ,' `. \ ; / _,' `, ,--' ____ \ ' ,' ___ `-, _> /--. `-. .-'.--\ \__ '-, ( `. `.,`~ \~'-. ,' ,' ) _\ _> \ \ ,' ') ) `. / / <,. ,-' _, \ ,' ( / `. / `-, `-.,-' `.,' ` `.,' `\ ,-' ,' _ / ,,, ,,, \ `-. `-._ /-, ,' ; ' _ \ / _ ` ; `. `(`-\ /-, ; (o) (o) ; `'`, ,~-' ,-' \ ' ` / \ <_ /-. ,' \ / \ ,-' '`, ,' `-/ \-' `. `-. < /_ / / (_ _) \ \ `, `-._; ,' | .::.`-.-' :.. | `-. _\ _/ \ `:: ,^. :.:' / `. \,-' '`. ,-' /`-..-'-.-`-..-'\ `-. >_ / ; (\/( ' )\/) ; `-. _< ,-' `. \`-^^^-'/ ,' \ _< `-, ,' `. `"""""' ,' `-. <`' ') `._.,,_.' \ ,-' '._ '`'`' \ < > ,' , `-. <`' `,/ \ ,-` `, ,' | / / '; / ; ( _)| ` ( `') .-' <_ \ / hjw \ /\( `;/ ` >A Dangerous Line of Work A man told the ringmaster that he was interested in joining the circus as a lion tamer. The ringmaster asked if he had any experience and the man said, "Why, yes. My father was one of the most famous lion tamers in the world, and he taught me everything he knew." "Really?" said the ringmaster. "Did he teach you how to make a lion jump through a flaming hoop?" "Yes he did," the man replied. "And did he teach you how to have six lions form a pyramid?" "Yes he did," the man replied. "And have you ever stuck your head in a lion's mouth?" "Just once," the man replied. The ringmaster asked, "Why only once?" And the man said, "I was looking for my father." _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 =============================================================== /\ /\/\ _|/\|_ |______| |\/\/| \|/\/\| .''`/: :\''. \`'. | || / : : \ || |\ ||| || / o j _\||__/__\||_\_||/___ |___________________| | | | | | | ~~~~~~|~~|~~~|~~~|~~~|~~|~~~~~~tre >Artist in Residence Story Editor: by David McLaughlan Joyce Schowalter Ayrshire, Scotland Once upon another life I worked on the building of an oil rig. Three steel tanks, each three hundred foot tall and fifty feet wide, would be joined by a latticework of pipes. The living accommodation platform would go on top and the tanks would eventually be sunk in the icy waters of the North Sea. For most of the year the sun rose and set while I was at work. We worked twelve-hour shifts in a bleak industrial landscape. The work was hard, the men were harder. Often coming home at the end of the day it was a struggle to find myself again, to remember I was a young husband and a new father. The job paid the bills, but it fairly scoured the soul. I was part of a team of four junior engineers. Mostly we were gophers and holders for the big boys. As part of our tool kits we had magnetic clamps (two square magnets on an aluminium strip handle, like big brackets) and paint pens (like giant tooth paste tubes full of paint, with a ball-point on the end so you could write technical data on the metal). When we weren't needed for anything, or when the weather was too foul, we retired to our "office". One of my workmates, Wullie, would come into the porta-cabin we inhabited on his tea break. He would open the door of his metal locker and pull a battered plastic chair behind it. Still in his waterproofs and wearing his safety helmet and boots Wullie would take out a piece of canvas. Using the magnetic clamps he would fix his canvas to inside of his locker door. Until they got used to him folk would give Wullie some strange looks and make less than charitable comments. Wullie's response was always a smile and a kind word. Using a piece of scrap iron as a palate Wullie would start mixing the paint from the different coloured paint pens. Then, for the ten minutes he had left, he would take paint brushes from his locker, and lose himself in his painting. While his workmates boasted about their sexual conquests or how much they'd drank at the weekend, Wullie created works of art. As we were on the Atlantic coast, with the Western Isles nearby, he painted seascapes. Why do I remember this? Because I envied Wullie and, in a way he got me through the whole experience. I never saw him again after the rig was built, but twenty-some years later I still think of him with admiration. He taught me there was beauty everywhere. There never was a bleaker place than that construction site, but Wullie managed to find beauty in it. He found it by making it. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: >FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY .--. /``'. /wwww\ .---. |* * \ |-=-=|/ ^ ^ `;--. *| \wwww/\^ ^ ^/~~~~\.' __ '--' '----| | .'-=\ jgs .'``\ \~~~~/ .-""-:=-=-=| / * | '--' /><><><\=-=/ |* / .-""-.<><>-->GOOD FRIDAY Out of this day's grief and gloom Ending with the stone~sealed tomb Came the victory that gave Triumph over every grave. Following heartache and dismay Came the resurrection day Mary, weeping, heard it said" He has risen from the dead. >From the hearts of all that day Death's great stone was rolled away Where was darkness glory shone Death and grave were overthrown. Vain the spears against Him laid! Vain the crown of thorns they made! 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