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Let's Be Happy!
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I
feel a Christian has been
stereotyped, as a rigorous
person who walks around with a
bible under their arm. Well...
that may be so, but if we are to
be advertisements for God's
Children, let's have a spring in
our step and a smile on our
face.
God has given me a sense of
humour so I can laugh at
myself...and see the funny side
of life. Certainly, there are
times when the heart is heavy.
But even then, an optimistic
bright personality is of more
comfort then a worried, lost
look. Christianity offers Life -
Jesus calls it Abundant Life...
Eternal Life.
Let's make it an
exciting and joyful journey.
Sing to the Lord, all the world!
Worship the Lord with joy:
Come before Him with happy
songs! [Psalm 100:1-2] |
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 AUDIO
BIBLE
This is an
excellent site to hear Bible readings for each day of the year.
Pastor Joke
A little boy was waiting for his mother to come out of
the grocery store. As he waited, he was approached by a
man who asked, "Son, can you tell me where the Post
Office is?"
The little boy replied, "Sure! Just go straight down
this street a coupla blocks and turn to your right."
The man thanked the boy kindly and said, "I'm the new
pastor in town. I'd like for you to come to church on
Sunday. I'll show you how to get to Heaven."
The little boy replied with a chuckle, "Awww, come
on...You don't even know the way to the Post Office."
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Gossip
My name is Gossip. I
have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin
lives.
I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with
age.
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
I flourish as every level of society.
My victims are helpless. They cannot protect
themselves against me because I have no name and
face.
To track me down is impossible. The harder you try,
the more elusive I become.
I am nobody's friend. Once I tarnish a reputation,
it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
My name is Gossip.
By Corazon R. Santiago |
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Lunch
with God
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There once
was a little boy who wanted to
meet God. He knew it was a long
trip to where God lived, so he
packed his suitcase with
Twinkies and a six-pack of root
beer, and he started his
journey.
When he
had gone about three blocks, he
met an old woman. She was
sitting in the park just staring
at some pigeons. The boy sat
down next to her and opened his
suitcase. He was about to take a
drink from his root beer when he
noticed that the old lady looked
hungry so he offered her a
Twinkie. She gratefully accepted
it and smiled at him. Her smile
was so pretty that the boy
wanted to see it again, so he
offered her a root beer. Once
again, she smiled at him. The
boy was delighted! They sat
there all afternoon eating and
smiling, but they never said a
word.
As it
grew dark, 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
woman, and gave her a hug. She
gave him her 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? She's got the most
beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the old woman, also
radiant with joy, returned to
her home. Her son was stunned by
the look of peace on her face
and he asked, "Mother, what did
you do today that made you so
happy?" She replied, "I ate
Twinkies in the park with God."
But before her son responded,
she added, "You know, he's much
younger than I expected."
Too
often we under estimate 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! |
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Inspirational
Quotes
We don't stop playing because we grow old; We
grow old because we stop playing.- George
Bernard Shaw
Don't wait.
The time will never be just right.
- Napoleon Hill
Live as if you were to die
tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
- Mahatma Gandhi
The minute you
settle for less than you deserve, you get even
less than you settled for. - Unknown
Even if you
are on the right track, you will get run over if
you just sit there.- Will Rogers
Blessed is he who has learned to laugh at
himself for he shall never cease to be
entertained. - John Boswell
Nothing can hurt
unless you give it the power to. - Unknown
If the only
prayer you ever say in your entire life is
"Thank You", it will be enough. - Eckhart
The true measure of a man is how he treats
someone who can do him absolutely no good. - Ann
Landers
If you judge people, you have not time to love
them. - Mother Teresa
Nothing is worth more than this day. Rejoice in
the things that are present... all else is
beyond thee. - Unknown |
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 MY PITY PARTY
I planned an exclusive
party.
I worked on my plans lavishly.
The theme of my party was "pity"
And the only guest was "poor me."
I dwelt upon each hurt and sorrow,
And probed all the problems I faced,
While each of the slights I had suffered
Around me I carefully placed.
I spent endless hours in my misery,
Recalling the depth of each pain,
As each reappeared it grew larger,
Thus causing more pity to gain.
The longer I stayed at my party,
The more I felt sorry for me.
And the lower I sank in depression,
The less of real hope I could see.
I reluctantly opened my Bible,
And read of God's love and His grace.
The Lord touched my heart at that moment,
As tears coursed their way down my face.
I started to count all my blessings,
And realized as never before,
That when I think they're all numbered,
The Lord keeps on giving me more.
I prayed to the Lord for forgiveness
For failing His mercy to see.
Now I ask you to join my new party
And celebrate God's goodness with me!
Author- Unknown
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"The
Meanest Mother"
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While
other kids ate
candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast.
When others
had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As
you can
guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.
But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister
and two
brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times.
You'd
think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our
friends were and
where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone
an hour, that
we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I
am nearly
ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once,
but each
time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That
poor belt was
used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's
pants. Can you
imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he
disobeyed? Now
you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other
kids always
wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of
insults because
she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh
why, did we
have to have a mother who made us feel different from our
friends?
The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each
night
and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till
noon like our
friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the
nerve to break
the child-labour law. She made us work. We had to wash
dishes, make
beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I
believe she laid
awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole
truth and
nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly
did.
By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our
life
became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn
of a car for
us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making
our dates
and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the
night with a
girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I
were really
there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is
if I'd had a
boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my
friends were
dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned
mother refused
to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that
is, if you
dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe
twice a year.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could
not lie
in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If
our friends
had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could
stay home
from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our
friends'
report cards had beautiful colours on them, black for
passing, red for
failing. My mother being as different as she was, would
settle for
nothing less than ugly black marks.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us
was put
to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our
mother behind
us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was
allowed the
pleasure of being a drop-out.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four
children, a couple of us attained some higher education.
None of us
have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each
of my
brothers served his time in the service of this country.
And whom do we
have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're
right, our
mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to
march in a
protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft
cards, and a
million and one other things that our friends did.
She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest
adults.
Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three
children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with
pride when my
children call me mean.
Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in
the whole world.
Written
by
Bobbie Pingaro
(1967) and posted here with her permission |
A time to
ponder...
"Here lies the
body of Danny Day who died maintaining his right of way;
He was right, dead right, as he sped along
But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong."
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