~ Jesus is Love ~
Pray that we don't spoil the work that God has given us, and that it continues to be his work. Let us bring love and compassion to win the world, to bring the world the gospel of Christ. Let us all bring the good news that God loves the world.

1 Ch 29:11

Thine, O LORD, [is] the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all [that is] in the heaven and in the earth [is thine]; thine [is] the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.


Talking to GOD

I said, "God, I hurt." And God said, "I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot." And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I am so depressed." And God said, "That is why I gave you Sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard." And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, it hurts." And God said, "I know."

I said, "God, my loved one died." And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss." And God said, I saw mine nailed to a cross."

I said, "God, but your loved one lives." And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they now?" And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."

Author Unknown



Never Enough Time

I knelt to pray but not for long

I had too much to do

I had to hurry and get to work

For bills would soon be due

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer

And jumped up off my knees

My Christian duty was now done

My soul could rest at ease

All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer

No time to speak of Christ to friends

They'd laugh at me I'd fear

No time, no time, too much to do

That was my constant cry

No time to give to souls in need

But at last the time, the time to die

I went before the Lord

I came, I stood with downcast eyes

For in his hands God held a book

It was the book of life

God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find

I once was going to write it down...

But never found the time."

Author Unknown


A Beautiful Prayer

I asked God to take away my pain.

God said, No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.

God said, No. Her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.

God said, No. Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.

God said, No. I give you blessings. Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.

God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.

God said, No. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.

God said, No. I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.

God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

THIS DAY IS YOURS DON'T THROW IT AWAY

"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world."


LITTLE PINK DRESS

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak; she never said a word. Many people passed, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot as she was yesterday, and still with the sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress was obscenely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to help. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid, if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different. As I got even closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the obscene shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped-over form. I smiled to let her know it was okay, I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple hello. The little girl acted shocked and stammered a "hi," after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me and with a sad face and said, "Because I'm different." I immediately I said, "That you are!" and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know." "Little girl, I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent". She looked at me and smiled. Slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really!" "Yes, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all those people walking by". She nodded her head yes and smiled. With that she spread her wings and said, "I am. I'm your guardian angel," with a twinkle inher eye. I was speechless, sure I was seeing things. She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done."

I got to my feet and said, "Wait, So why did no one stop to help an angel?" She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one that could see me", and then she was gone. And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you. Like the story says,we all need someone. Every one of your friends is an angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the heart.




Miracles


"Ask and ye shall receive; seek and ye shall find; knock and the door will be opened unto you..."

I believe in the Miracles of God's Love for all of us.

Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages, "he said without waiting for a reply to his question. "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle." "I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?" "We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,"the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?" "I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money". "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to. "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chainof events that had led them to this place. "That surgery,"her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost? Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law......





9/11/01 Rememberence

UNITED WE STAND!

9/11/01



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