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Thoughts and Reflections

Take my Son.....

Posted by WebMaster on March 12, 2014 at 8:00 AM Comments comments (0)

This is great. Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!

The ending will surprise you.

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A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..

 

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas,

 

There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..

 

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

 

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

There was silence...

 

 

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'

But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

 

'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

 

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

 

The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

'What about the paintings?'

'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

 

The man who took the son gets everything!'

God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE


Pass it on

The Power of Prayer

Posted by WebMaster on November 26, 2013 at 10:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Saw this one of FB


READ IS A TRUE LIFE STORY. There was a man whose wife waspregnant, One day they were eating, along the line the woman fell down and died, the woman was rushed immediately to the hospital to know if the baby in her womb was still alive, when they arrived the hospital, they rushed her into the operation room, the doctor quickly operatedon her, and the baby was broughtout alive, The husband of the woman started praying to God, with tears rolling out from his eyes, telling God to make her wife to be alive, since the baby came out alive, immediately the doctor finish operating on the woman, Behold the woman was found breathing, everybody in the hospital both the husband were shocked and they begin to thankGOD for such a Miracle. Now I decree by the name that is above all other names, let there bepeace to every storms you are facing, anything that seems impossible in your life, shall be possible beginning from today, kings shall come to your rising, nomore delay again in your life, beginning from today you shall experience supernatural speed in whatever you tend to achieve in life. So shall it be in Jesus name! If you believe, Why not say Amen? 

A Father, a Daughter and a Dog

Posted by WebMaster on August 30, 2013 at 8:35 AM Comments comments (0)

A true story by Catherine Moore

"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad . Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my

thoughts..... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of

rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him

outside alone, straining to lift it.. He became irritable whenever

anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had proved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog..

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.. After I filled out a

questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my

decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the

front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me.. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favourite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church.. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter .

...his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

God answers our prayers in His time........not ours..

Bring Potato Chips

Posted by WebMaster on April 5, 2013 at 9:45 AM Comments comments (0)

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old man. He was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him some chips. He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.

His smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer. Again, he smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word..

As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug. He gave him his biggest smile ever..

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? He's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied "I ate potato chips in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime! Embrace all equally!

Have lunch with God.......bring chips.

Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way. Let them know how important they are. I did!!!!

God still sits on the throne. You may be going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith!

My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you.

Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed. This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another.

Here is the prayer:

Father, I ask You to bless those who read and learn from this message this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace. Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings and their comings. In Jesus' precious name, Amen.

Burned Biscuits

Posted by WebMaster on February 4, 2013 at 3:20 PM Comments comments (0)

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in

particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed

a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

 

Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at my mom and asked me how my day was at school. I don't remember

what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate

every bite of that thing... never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

 

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits.

And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."

 

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in

his arms and said, "Your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burned biscuit

never hurt anyone!"

 

As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best at

hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning

to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a

healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

 

And that's my prayer for you today... that you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the

feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!

 

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or

friendship!

 

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own."

 

So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.

 

And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your life.

 

Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

 

"Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point."

Apples

Posted by WebMaster on September 13, 2012 at 3:20 PM Comments comments (0)

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in  Chicago . They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere.

Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly-missed boarding... ALL BUT ONE!

He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did.

The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her; no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did.

Are you okay?"

She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.

She continued, "Are you Jesus?"

He stopped in mid-stride ... And he wondered. He gently went back and said, "No, I am nothing like Jesus - He is good, kind, caring, loving, and would never have bumped into your display in the first place."

The girl gently nodded: "I only asked because I prayed for Jesus to help me gather the apples. He sent you to help me, so you are like Him - only He knows who will do His will. Thank you for hearing His call, Mister."

Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?"

Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That's our destiny, is it not?

To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.

If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day .

You are the apple of His eye even though you have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked up you and me on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Sometimes we just take things for granted, when we really  need to be sharing what we know....Thanks.

"Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections."

Christian

Posted by WebMaster on July 17, 2012 at 11:00 AM Comments comments (0)

The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of

eastern Kentucky with his young grandson.

Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table

reading from his old worn-out Bible. His grandson who wanted to be just like

him tried to imitate him in any way he could..

 

One day the grandson asked, 'Papa, I try to read the Bible just like

you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as

I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?'

 

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and

said, 'Take this old wicker coal basket down to the river and bring back a

basket of water.'

The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out

before he could get back to the house.

 

The grandfather laughed and said, 'You will have to move a little

faster next time,' and sent him back to the river with the basket to try

again.

 

This time the boy ran faster, but again the old wicker basket was

empty before he returned home.

 

Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was 'impossible to

carry water in a basket,' and he went to get a bucket instead.

 

The old man said, 'I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket

of water. You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough,' and he went

out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show

his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would

leak out before he got far at all.

 

The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his

grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, 'See Papa,

it's useless!'

'So you think it is useless?' the old man said. 'Look at the

basket.'

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that

the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old wicker coal basket, it

was clean.

'Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not

understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you

from the inside out.'

Moral of the wicker basket story:

Take time to read a portion of God's word each day;

it will affect you for good even if you don't retain a word.

Thought for Today:

 

God's Love is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings

but not its end.

I really like this story because I don't retain things too well

anymore...age may have something to do with it but I figure my brain

just gets overloaded!

God isn't concerned about my brain anyway;

He's more concerned about my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

In God We Trust

May The Lord Richly Bless You Is My Prayer

Posted by WebMaster on May 15, 2012 at 9:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Someone has written these beautiful words. Must read and try to understand the deep meaning of it. They are like the ten commandments to follow in life all the time.


1. Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.

2. So why is a car's windshield so large and the rear view mirror so small? Because our past is not as important as our future. So, look ahead and move on.

3. Friendship is like a book. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write.

4. All things in life are temporary. If it's going well, enjoy it, that won't last long. If it's going badly, don't worry, that won't last long either.

5.Old friends are gold! New friends are diamond! If you get a diamond, don't forget the gold! Because to hold a diamond, you always need a base of gold!

6. Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, God smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!"

7. When God solves your problems, you have faith in His abilities; when God doesn't solve your problems, He has faith in your abilities.

8. A blind person asked St. Anthony, "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" He replied, "Yes, losing your vision!"

9.When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them; sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.

10. Worrying does not take away tomorrow's troubles, it takes away today's peace.

Live this day to the fullest. It could be your last! Trust in God and enjoy life. It's the only one you'll ever have. God is in control even if you don't think He is. He's been running the universe for countless years and He'll continue to do so. Relax, breathe, laugh and rest in the knowledge of God's power, purpose and care of your life.

This reaaaaaalllly cool guy is looking for a job opening

Posted by WebMaster on January 7, 2012 at 4:00 PM Comments comments (0)

The Resume of Jesus

Christ Address:     Ephesians 1:20
Phone:        Romans 10:13
Website:      The Bible . Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus

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Objective
My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.
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Qualifications
  I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me, (See Galatians 3:14)
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Occupational Background
I've only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49 ).I've never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15 -17)
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Skills Work Experiences
Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives free, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised, (See Luke 4:18).I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6). People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33 ).Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins, (See I John 1:7-9)
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Educational Background
 I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6).In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (See Colossians 2:3).My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105).I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21).
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Major Accomplishments
I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times, (See Genesis 1:26 ).I laid down my life so that you may live, (See II Corinthians 5:15 ).I defeated the arch enemy of God and mankind and made a show of them openly, (See Colossians 2:15 ).I've miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. You can read them on my website, which is located at: www dot - the BIBLE. You don't need an Internet connection or computer to access my website
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References
Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healing, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidance.
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In Summation
Now that you've read my resume, I'm confident that I'm the only candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart. In summation, I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47 ). When can I start? Time is of the essence, (See Hebrews 3:15 ).


Send this resume to everyone you know, you never know who may have an opening! 

Thanks for your help.

God's order???

Posted by WebMaster on January 7, 2012 at 3:55 PM Comments comments (0)

What an awesome and orderly God we have!

For example:-the eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days;-those of the canary in 14 days;-those of the barnyard hen in 21 days;-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days;-those of the mallard in 35 days;-The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days.(Notice, they are all divisible by seven, the number of days in a week!)

God's wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily.

The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first. How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains.-Each watermelon has an even number of stripes on the rind.-Each orange has an even number of segments.-Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.-Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains.-Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number.-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all Kinds of weather.All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord Specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers.

God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!

Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can arrange the life that is Entrusted to His care in such a way that it will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His presence.The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only the One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a profitable end.

Only the God-planned safe life is successful. Only the life given over to the care of the Lord is fulfilled.

I HOPE YOU FIND THIS AS FASCINATING AS I DID. WOW!!!May God bless you in ways you never dreamed of!

T'was the Month before Christmas

Posted by WebMaster on November 17, 2011 at 9:25 AM Comments comments (0)

T’was the month before Christmas

When all through our land,

Not a Christian was praying

Nor taking a stand.

See the PC Police had taken away

The reason for Christmas - no one could say.

The children were told by their schools not to sing

About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.

It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say

December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.

Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit

Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!

CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-Pod

Something was changing, something quite odd!

Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa

In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.

As Targets were hanging their trees upside down

At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.

At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears

You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.

Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty

Are words that were used to intimidate me.

Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen

On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !

At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter

To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.

And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith

Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace

The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded

The reason for the season, stopped before it started.

So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'

Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.

Choose your words carefully, choose what you say

Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS,

not Happy Holiday !

Please, all Christians join together and

wish everyone you meet

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Christ is The Reason' for the Christ-mas Season!

Be who you are and say what you feel,

because those who mind don't matter,

and those who matter don't mind.

Theodor Seuss Geisel

The Temple is Within.


Call Jesus

Posted by WebMaster on November 4, 2011 at 8:35 AM Comments comments (0)

 

 

As I was driving home this week worrying about all the crap going on in Washington

and how my life was falling apart I saw a yard sign that said:

 

 

 

NEED HELP?

CALL JESUS

1-800-005-3787

 

 

Out of curiosity and desperation, I did.

 

A Mexican showed up with a lawnmower.


Jesus Loves me (the Senior Version)

Posted by WebMaster on October 20, 2011 at 9:15 AM Comments comments (0)


"Here for you now is a Senior version of Jesus Loves Me":


JESUS LOVES ME

Jesus loves me, this I know,

Though my hair is white as snow

Though my sight is growing dim, 

Still He bids me trust in Him.


(CHORUS)

YES, JESUS LOVES ME.. YES, JESUS LOVES ME..

YES, JESUS LOVES ME, FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.

Though my steps are oh, so slow,

With my hand in His I'll go

On through life, let come what may,

He'll be there to lead the way.


(CHORUS)

When the nights are dark and long,

In my heart He puts a song..

Telling me in words so clear,

"Have no fear, for I am near."


(CHORUS)

When my work on earth is done,

And life's victories have been won.

He will take me home above,

Then I'll understand His love.


(CHORUS)

I love Jesus, does He know?

Have I ever told Him so?

Jesus loves to hear me say,

That I love Him every day.

(CHORUS)

 


How would you spend 86,400 a day?

Posted by WebMaster on October 7, 2011 at 3:55 PM Comments comments (0)

Imagine that you had won thefollowing prize in a contest:  Each morning your bank would deposit$86,400.00 in your private account for your use.

However, this prize has rules, just asany game has certain rules.


The first set of rules would be:

Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away from you. You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it.Each morning upon awakening, thebank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.


The second set of rules:

     The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, it’s over, the game is over!  It can close the account and you will not receive a new one. What would you personally do?


You would buy anything andeverything you wanted right?  Not only for yourself, but for all peopleyou love, right?  Even for people you don't know, because you couldn’tpossibly spend it all on yourself, right?

You would try to spend every cent,and use it all, right?

ACTUALLY This GAME is REALITY!


Each of us is in possession of sucha magical bank. We just can't seem to see it. The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!

Each morning we awaken to receive86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, anyremaining time is NOT credited to us.

What we haven't lived up that day isforever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.


Each morning the account isrefilled, but the bank can dissolve your

Account at any time....WITHOUTWARNING.


SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400seconds?

Those seconds are worth so much morethan the same amount in dollars.

Think about that, and always thinkof this:

Enjoy every second of your life,because time races by so much quicker than you think.

So take care of yourself, be Happy,Love Deeply and enjoy life!

Here's wishing you a wonderful andbeautiful day.

Start spending!!

 

Power of the Word

Posted by WebMaster on October 3, 2011 at 10:15 AM Comments comments (0)

Did you know that when you carry "the Bible", Satan has a headache,

when you open it, he collapses,

when he sees you reading it, he loses his strength,

AND when you stand on the Word of God, Satan can't hurt you!

And did you also know... when you are about to forward this message to others, the devil will discourage you, but let's do it anyway.

ASAP!

Posted by WebMaster on September 14, 2011 at 9:40 AM Comments comments (0)

means  "Always Say APrayer"

"God, our Father, If it is your will, walk through my house and take away all my worries and illnesses and please watch over and heal my family

 in Jesus name, Amen."

This prayer is so powerful. Please share with others.

 

 

 

 

 

 

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

A Christian

Posted by WebMaster on August 24, 2011 at 1:55 PM Comments comments (0)

Several years ago, a preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a church in Houston , Texas . Some weeks after he arrived, he had an occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area.


When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change.. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, 'You'd better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it.'


Then he thought, 'Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount?


Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a 'gift from God' and keep quiet.'


When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, and then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, 'Here,you gave me too much change ..'


The driver, with a smile, replied, 'Aren't you the new preacher in town?' 'Yes' he replied. 'Well, I have been thinking a lot lately about going somewhere to worship. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I'll see you at church on Sunday.'


When the preacher stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole, held on, and said, 'Oh God, I almost sold your Son for a quarter.'


Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read.


This is a really scary example of how much people watch us as Christians, and will put us to the test! Always be on guard -- and remember -- You carry the name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself 'Christian.'


Watch your thoughts ; they become words.

Watch your words; they become actions.

Watch your actions; they become habits..

Watch your habits; they become character.

Watch your character; it becomes your destiny


. I'm glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder. So, I choose to forward it to you - my friend. God bless you.

Beware

Posted by WebMaster on August 16, 2011 at 9:05 AM Comments comments (0)

WARNING

BEWARE OF TERRORIST GROUPS IN CHURCH

Latest news reports are that five terrorist cell groups have been operating in many of our churches.. They have been identified as: Bin Sleepin, Bin Arguin, Bin Fightin, Bin Complainin, and Bin Missin.

Their leader, Lucifer Bin Workin, trained these groups to destroy the Body of Christ . The plan is to come into the church disguised as Christians and to work within the church to discourage, disrupt, and destroy..


However, there have been reports of a sixth group. A tiny cell known by the name Bin Prayin is actually the only effective counter terrorism force in the church.. Unlike other terrorist cells, the Bin Prayin team does not blend in with whoever and whatever comes along.

Bin Prayin does whatever is needed to uplift and encourage the Body of Christ. We have noticed that the Bin Prayin cell group has different characteristics than the others. They have Bin Watchin, Bin Waitin, Bin Fastin, and Bin Longin for their Master, Jesus Christ to return.


NO CHURCH IS EXEMPT!

(However, you can spot them if you bin lookin and bin goin.)