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Posted on 09/01/2011 1:15:08 AM PDT by JustAmy
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Amazing ... God’s Word was lost ... and later found. It is fair to suppose they had a form of oral ideas about God and perhaps even some ideas as to the sabbath.
Hard to believe how man is so careless about the most important thing.
When the scrolls of bible verses were found and read to the people, they were glad to receive it. They knew truth when they heard it.
Do we read and know the contents of our Holy Bible?
We are to hunger and thirst for righteousness.
The LORD knows those that are His.
Thank you Mayor for the devotional, Daily Bread. Excellent.
~WEAR RED FRIDAY~
~SUPPORT OUR TROOPS~
(Please pray for them daily)
“God made us the way He wants us to be. Believe it. There could never be a more beautiful you.
Lord, we are Yours, You are our God;
We have been made so wondrously;
This human frame in every part
Your wisdom, power, and love we see. —Anon.
We are beautiful masterpieces designed by God.”
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What a beautiful thought.
MOST OF US HAVE BEEN TOLD WE ARE LESS THAN ACCEPTABLE ...
and the sad thing is we fear it is true.
“Yea,Let God’s Word be true and every man a liar!”
Romans 3:4
Always my pleasure! Thank you.
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Been out and about wearing my red t-shirt to honor and support our troops.
Women’s Anti Stress Diet
This is a specially formulated diet designed to help women cope with the stress that builds up during the day.
BREAKFAST
1 grapefruit
1 slice whole-wheat toast
1 cup skim milk
LUNCH
small portion lean, steamed chicken with a cup of spinach
1 cup herbal tea
1 Hershey kiss
AFTERNOON TEA
the rest of the kisses in the bag
1 tub of Hagen Daas ice cream with choc-chip topping
DINNER
4 bottles of pop
2 loaves garlic bread
1 family size supreme pizza
3 snickers bars
LATE NIGHT SNACK
whole frozen Sarah Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)
REMEMBER:
STRESSED SPELLED BACKWARDS IS “DESSERTS”
Send this to all the women you know or ever knew, and you will immediately lose 10 pounds.
Mother’s Day Sneak
It was Mothers Day in Georgia in 1970. I had just retired from the Air Force and was in Milledgeville attending Georgia, College.
That Mothers Day Sunday, my family and I were at Molesville Baptist Church waiting for the Preacher to begin when I looked around noticing our 12-year-old son was absent. My wife and I looked at each other with questioning eyes, thinking he was probably outside playing with his friends.
Ten or fifteen minutes later the choir was singing and still no son. Thirty minutes later the preacher was well into his sermon and still no son. I knew in my heart of hearts the only thing wrong was his priorities, which as soon as we came face-to-face again, I would direct him into knowing what was important and what was not important.
Since we only lived about a block from the church, all through the sermon I was thinking he had gone home to watch television. I knew when I found him, he would not either be able to sit down for a week or be interested in watching television.
As soon as the preacher said the benediction and without staying to shake hands with fellow worshippers, my wife and I rushed for the door and on our way home. With anger building with every step I took toward the house, I imagined what I would say and what I would do as soon as we found him.
With all that tension and anxiety building, can you imagine our surprise when we walked into the house and found him sitting on the sofa waiting for us with a smile. I was just about to let it all out, when without saying a word he stood, took his mother by the hand, and led her into the kitchen.
There before us was a beautiful table of food that our twelve-year-old son had prepared for my wife as his Mothers Day gift for his mom with his smile as garnishing for the meal.
Later, we learned he left immediately after Sunday School to rush home to have it prepared for his Mom when she returned after preaching.
Isn’t this the way God is sometimes. We look at our circumstances and stand wonder at how bad we think things are. Then, when we see God’s outcome, we can only bow our humble heads in amazement at how things turned out for our good and His glory!
Thank you everyone for your prayers. My treatments are going alright.
“For once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light.” Ephesians 5:8
STUDENT TEACHES THE TEACHER
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred
Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines,
Iowa. I’ve always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons -
something I’ve done for over 30 years. Over the years, I found that
children have many levels of musical ability. I’ve never had the pleasure
of having a prodigy, though I have taught some talented students.
However, I’ve also had my share of what I call “musically challenged”
pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother
(a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that
students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to
Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother’s dream to hear him play
the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano
lessons, and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor.
As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm
needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary
pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months, he tried and tried, while I listened and cringed and
tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson, he’d always say,
“My mom’s going to hear me play someday.” But it seemed hopeless. He just
did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as
she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always
waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day, Robby stopped coming
to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability,
that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he
stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later, I mailed to the student’s homes a flyer on the
upcoming recital. To my surprise, Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if
he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current
pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said
that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but
he was still practicing. “Miss Hondorf . . . I’ve just got to play!” he
insisted.
I don’t know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was
his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it
would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school
gymnasium was packed with parents, friends, and relatives. I put Robby up
last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and
play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come
at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance
through my “curtain closer.”
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been
practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were
wrinkled and his hair looked like he’d run an eggbeater through it. “Why
didn’t he dress up like the other students?” I thought. “Why didn’t his
mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?”
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he
announced that he had chosen Mozart’s Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not
prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys; they
even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo,
from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands
were ... Magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his
age. After six and a half minutes, he ended in a grand crescendo and
everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in
joy. “I’ve never heard you play like that Robby! How’d you do it?” Through
the microphone, Robby explained: “Well Miss Hondorf . . . remember I told
you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this
morning. And well . . . she was born deaf so tonight was the first time
she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.”
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from
Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I
noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, and I thought to myself
how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I’ve never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . of
Robby’s. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for it is he that taught
me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and
maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don’t know why.
POSITIVE DAILY PRAYER:
I pray that I am friendly to all and a burden to no one.
Let my manner always be courteous,
my forgiveness willing,
my promises true,
and my speech wise.
In Jesus Christ name.
Amen
Following the 2010 earthquake in Haiti, we were all overwhelmed by the images of devastation and hardship endured by the people of that tiny nation. Of the many heartbreaking pictures, one captured my attention. It showed a woman staring at the massive destruction—and weeping. Her mind could not process the suffering of her people, and as her heart was crushed, tears poured from her eyes. Her reaction was understandable. Sometimes crying is the only appropriate response to the suffering we encounter.
As I examined that picture, I thought of the compassion of our Lord. Jesus understood the need for tears, and He too wept. But He wept over a different kind of devastation—the destruction brought on by sin. As He approached Jerusalem, marked by corruption and injustice and the pain they create, His response was tears. “Now as He drew near, He saw the city and wept over it” (Luke 19:41). Jesus wept out of compassion and grief.
As we encounter the inhumanity, suffering, and sin that wreak havoc in our world, how do we respond? If the heart of Christ breaks over the broken condition of our world, shouldn’t ours? And shouldn’t we then do everything we can to make a difference for those in need, both spiritually and physically?
Read: Luke 19:37-44
A former Sergeant, having served his time with the Marine Corps, took a new job as a school teacher; but just before the school year started he injured his back. He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body. Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn’t noticeable.
On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school.
The smart-alecky punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine, were leery
of him and decided to see how tough he really was, before trying any pranks. Walking confidently
into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide and sat down at his desk.
When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and promptly stapled the tie to his chest.
..... Dead silence...
He had no trouble with discipline that year.
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Preacher
A preacher was making his rounds on a bicycle, when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawn mower.
‘How much do you want for the mower?’ asked the preacher.
‘I just want enough money to go out and buy me a bicycle,’ said the little boy.
After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, Will you take my bike in trade for it?’
The little boy asked if he could try it out first, and, after riding the bike around
a little while, said, ‘Mister, you’ve got yourself a deal.’
The preacher took the mower and began to crank it. He pulled on the rope a few times
with no response from the mower.
The preacher called the little boy over and said, ‘I can’t get this mower to start.’
The little boy said, ‘That’s because you have to cuss at it to get it started.’
The preacher said, ‘I can’t cuss. It’s been so long since I became a Christian that I
don’t even remember how to cuss.’
The little boy looked at him happily and said, ‘You just keep pulling on that rope.
It’ll come back to ya.’
The Greatest Benefits of Being Over 40
- Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.
- People call at 9 PM and ask, “Did I wake you?”
- People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
- There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
- You can eat dinner at 4 P.M.
- You enjoy hearing about other peoples operations.
- You get into heated arguments about pension plans.
- You have a party and the neighbors don’t even realize it.
- You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
- You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
- You sing along with elevator music.
- Your eyes won’t get much worse.
- Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
- You can’t remember who sent you this list.
Hi, Dubya! Love, love, LOVE your posts....some funny, some silly, some inspirational and some (like the boy missing from church) make my screen all blurry.
I am glad things are going ‘alright’ for you - I just wish they were going ‘GREAT’! Prayers continue, my FRIEND!
(((HUGS)))
Thank you. I believe we are going to win this battle of mine.
Work Sayings
And your crybaby whinny opinion would be...?
I started out with nothing & still have most of it left.
I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
Does your train of thought have a caboose?
Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.
A PBS mind in an MTV world.
Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.
Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.
Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.
I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.
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