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One day, Abraham invited a beggar to his tent for a meal.
When grace was being said the man began to curse God,
declaring he could not bear to hear His Name.
Seized with indignation, Abraham drove the blasphemer away.
When he was at his prayer that night, God said to him,
"This man has cursed and reviled me for fifty years and yet
I have given him food to eat every day.
Could you not put up with him for a single meal?"
One day, Abraham invited a beggar to his tent for a meal.
When grace was being said the man began to curse God,
declaring he could not bear to hear His Name.
Seized with indignation, Abraham drove the blasphemer away.
When he was at his prayer that night, God said to him,
"This man has cursed and reviled me for fifty years and yet
I have given him food to eat every day.
Could you not put up with him for a single meal?"
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2:23 And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.
2:24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.
2:23 And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.
2:24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.
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almost all churches have lukewarm worshippers. they treat the place like a social gathering, get together, sing afew songs, read about chapters, then dust off the sands off their butt and away they go.
where's the passion and drive to evangelize? when believers take on the belief of Jesus, they are supposed to share the goal and passion of Christ, not to be a sunday goers and pray-forgiven-thankyou-goodbye. Most will give excuses not to take up the cross... literally! How shameful that the leaders of the churches enjoyed opulence in life like NCC and CHC, who have modelled themselves after st Paul, Peter and the rest of the apostles who gave up everything for the cross and died in poverty in the end?? How many now share the same goal as Jesus? NONE!!
How many of these church goers are paying lip service and be lukewarm; neither here or there. no drive for saving souls, no drive to witness,.. all just stay in their comfort zone and prolong their enjoyment without putting in the effort.
if i CAN'T be with Jesus, then i WON'T be with Jesus.
at least im not a hypocrite.
where's the passion and drive to evangelize? when believers take on the belief of Jesus, they are supposed to share the goal and passion of Christ, not to be a sunday goers and pray-forgiven-thankyou-goodbye. Most will give excuses not to take up the cross... literally! How shameful that the leaders of the churches enjoyed opulence in life like NCC and CHC, who have modelled themselves after st Paul, Peter and the rest of the apostles who gave up everything for the cross and died in poverty in the end?? How many now share the same goal as Jesus? NONE!!
How many of these church goers are paying lip service and be lukewarm; neither here or there. no drive for saving souls, no drive to witness,.. all just stay in their comfort zone and prolong their enjoyment without putting in the effort.
if i CAN'T be with Jesus, then i WON'T be with Jesus.
at least im not a hypocrite.
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5 CENTS TOO MUCH - IT WILL MAKE YOU THINK!
A priest moved to a new parish and some weeks after he arrived, he had
occasion to ride the bus from his home to the city. When he sat down, he
discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a 5 cents too much
change.
As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You'd better give the
5 cents back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he thought, "Oh, forget
it, it's only 5 cents. 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, then he handed
the 5 cents to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change."
The driver with a smile replied, "Aren't you the new priest in my parish?
I
have been thinking lately about going to mass. 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 priest stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest
lamp post, held on, and said, "Oh God, I almost sold your Son for 5
cents."
Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read.
I'm glad I got this forwarded to me as a reminder.
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.
A priest moved to a new parish and some weeks after he arrived, he had
occasion to ride the bus from his home to the city. When he sat down, he
discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a 5 cents too much
change.
As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You'd better give the
5 cents back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he thought, "Oh, forget
it, it's only 5 cents. 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, then he handed
the 5 cents to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change."
The driver with a smile replied, "Aren't you the new priest in my parish?
I
have been thinking lately about going to mass. 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 priest stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest
lamp post, held on, and said, "Oh God, I almost sold your Son for 5
cents."
Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read.
I'm glad I got this forwarded to me as a reminder.
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.
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Thanks....all the best wishes.....
Thanks....all the best wishes.....
Thank you. May you and yours have a peaceful and wonderful Christmas and New Year full of blessings.
During World War II, a US marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and the crossfire he had lost touch with his comrades.
Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of
the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.
As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."
After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one." Then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the
front of his cave. As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.
"Hah, he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."
As the enemy drew closer he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while.
"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. "I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."
We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget what God can work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways. And remember with God, a mere spider's web becomes a brick wall of protection.
Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of
the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.
As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."
After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one." Then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the
front of his cave. As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.
"Hah, he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."
As the enemy drew closer he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while.
"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. "I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."
We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget what God can work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways. And remember with God, a mere spider's web becomes a brick wall of protection.
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I Made A 41
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Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 41.
I was in high school. The class was taught by one of the two teachers that impacted me most, Mr. Bales. The other teacher was Mrs. Drew from the seventh grade. It's amazing how I can remember from over 30 years ago my two most impacting teachers.
The eighth grade. It was a time when I, like most, didn't know what I was to be in life. The drama of that time of youth was simply get through school and make the long walk home.
There are some things that will still be like the eighth grade when you get to be eighty.
The test was the final for the class. I remember anxiously
waiting as Mr. Bales passed out test after test. It was a
rather difficult test. I didn't know how well I had done but I
knew there were things on it that I didn't know.
The air whooshed around the pages as it made a gentle sound plopping down. It was a rhythm as each student received their test - plop, plop, plop.
I heard groan after groan that accompanied the plops.
I could tell by the groans that the grades weren't looking good.
Mr. Bales dropped the stapled pages on my desk.
There in big red numbers, circled to draw attention,
was my grade.
41
Groan!!!
I moved my paper where it wasn't in plain view, a 41 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see.
After the final plop, Mr. Bales stood behind the worn desk that had stood guard over countless students before me. He addressed the none too jubilant class.
"The grades were not very good, none of you passed, so I will have to consider grading on a scale," Mr. Bales announced.
"The highest grade in the class was a 41, so all of you
flunked," were the final words that I remember.
A 41. That's me.
Suddenly my dismal looking final didn't look quite so bad.
There were at least 30 students in the class. I had the highest grade. I felt a whole lot better.
I walked home that day with the low but high grade safely tucked away in my book satchel. My mother knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, "how did you do on your test."
"I made a 41," I said.
My mother's expression changed. A frown now stood where a smile was a few seconds earlier. I knew that I had to explain and explain fast. "But mother, I had the highest grade in the class," I proudly stated.
I knew that statement would change things. I had the highest grade in the class, that made a difference.
My mother said, "You flunked."
"But I had the highest grade in the class!" I replied.
"I don't care what everyone else had, you flunked. It doesn't matter if everyone else flunked too, what matters is what you do," my mother firmly answered.
For years, I thought that was a harsh judgment. My mother was always that way. It didn't matter what the other kids did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.
We often don't understand the wisdom of good parents until we ourselves stand in the parenting shoes. My mother's philosophy has carried me throughout life. Don't worry about what the crowd does.
The crowd often goes the wrong way.
If you follow the crowd, you will go to the same destination as the crowd. The path of the crowd is wide and it is crowded.
The path to pass the tests of life is narrow and there are very few people on it.
The path up the mountain is narrow; it is not crowded.
The path to health is narrow; it is not crowded.
The path to harmony, peace and happiness with your spouse is narrow; it is not crowded.
The path to peace with yourself and the world is narrow; it is not crowded.
I made a 41 and was proud of it, but it would not have gotten me through the real tests.
The majority of spouses are not faithful, it's the crowd, and even though you may be the smoothest deceiver of the group, you are on the road to failure; it's not a passing grade.
The crowd eats fattening unhealthy fast food. That food sends you to an early appointment with the doctor and the funeral director. It's the food of the crowd.
The crowd spends no special time in prayer and meditation each day. That leads to an unhealthy spirit. It's the way of the crowd.
Thirty years after my mother said that she didn't care if I was the best failure in the class, I understand why.
"Wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to
destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."
That's a quote that my mother lives by.
We often take comfort in the crowd; the only problem is that the crowd is not comfortable.
PASS the class!
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Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 41.
I was in high school. The class was taught by one of the two teachers that impacted me most, Mr. Bales. The other teacher was Mrs. Drew from the seventh grade. It's amazing how I can remember from over 30 years ago my two most impacting teachers.
The eighth grade. It was a time when I, like most, didn't know what I was to be in life. The drama of that time of youth was simply get through school and make the long walk home.
There are some things that will still be like the eighth grade when you get to be eighty.
The test was the final for the class. I remember anxiously
waiting as Mr. Bales passed out test after test. It was a
rather difficult test. I didn't know how well I had done but I
knew there were things on it that I didn't know.
The air whooshed around the pages as it made a gentle sound plopping down. It was a rhythm as each student received their test - plop, plop, plop.
I heard groan after groan that accompanied the plops.
I could tell by the groans that the grades weren't looking good.
Mr. Bales dropped the stapled pages on my desk.
There in big red numbers, circled to draw attention,
was my grade.
41
Groan!!!
I moved my paper where it wasn't in plain view, a 41 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see.
After the final plop, Mr. Bales stood behind the worn desk that had stood guard over countless students before me. He addressed the none too jubilant class.
"The grades were not very good, none of you passed, so I will have to consider grading on a scale," Mr. Bales announced.
"The highest grade in the class was a 41, so all of you
flunked," were the final words that I remember.
A 41. That's me.
Suddenly my dismal looking final didn't look quite so bad.
There were at least 30 students in the class. I had the highest grade. I felt a whole lot better.
I walked home that day with the low but high grade safely tucked away in my book satchel. My mother knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, "how did you do on your test."
"I made a 41," I said.
My mother's expression changed. A frown now stood where a smile was a few seconds earlier. I knew that I had to explain and explain fast. "But mother, I had the highest grade in the class," I proudly stated.
I knew that statement would change things. I had the highest grade in the class, that made a difference.
My mother said, "You flunked."
"But I had the highest grade in the class!" I replied.
"I don't care what everyone else had, you flunked. It doesn't matter if everyone else flunked too, what matters is what you do," my mother firmly answered.
For years, I thought that was a harsh judgment. My mother was always that way. It didn't matter what the other kids did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.
We often don't understand the wisdom of good parents until we ourselves stand in the parenting shoes. My mother's philosophy has carried me throughout life. Don't worry about what the crowd does.
The crowd often goes the wrong way.
If you follow the crowd, you will go to the same destination as the crowd. The path of the crowd is wide and it is crowded.
The path to pass the tests of life is narrow and there are very few people on it.
The path up the mountain is narrow; it is not crowded.
The path to health is narrow; it is not crowded.
The path to harmony, peace and happiness with your spouse is narrow; it is not crowded.
The path to peace with yourself and the world is narrow; it is not crowded.
I made a 41 and was proud of it, but it would not have gotten me through the real tests.
The majority of spouses are not faithful, it's the crowd, and even though you may be the smoothest deceiver of the group, you are on the road to failure; it's not a passing grade.
The crowd eats fattening unhealthy fast food. That food sends you to an early appointment with the doctor and the funeral director. It's the food of the crowd.
The crowd spends no special time in prayer and meditation each day. That leads to an unhealthy spirit. It's the way of the crowd.
Thirty years after my mother said that she didn't care if I was the best failure in the class, I understand why.
"Wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to
destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."
That's a quote that my mother lives by.
We often take comfort in the crowd; the only problem is that the crowd is not comfortable.
PASS the class!
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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you because you're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,"We can't tell you because you're not a monk."
The man says, all right, all right. I'm dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236, 284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219, 999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, congratulations, you are correct, and you are now considered a monk ..
We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, May I have the key ?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it... Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went on until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...
...silver, topaz, and amethyst.
The man is relieved to be at the end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.
But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
Sorry guys
what a waste of time!
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you because you're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,"We can't tell you because you're not a monk."
The man says, all right, all right. I'm dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236, 284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219, 999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, congratulations, you are correct, and you are now considered a monk ..
We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, May I have the key ?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it... Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went on until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...
...silver, topaz, and amethyst.
The man is relieved to be at the end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.
But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
Sorry guys
what a waste of time!
Big
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You can tell how big a person is
by what it takes to discourage him
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You can tell how big a person is
by what it takes to discourage him
The Plug
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My better half and I were sitting in the living room and I said
to her,
"Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state,
dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle.
If that ever happens, just pull the plug."
So, she got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my beer.
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My better half and I were sitting in the living room and I said
to her,
"Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state,
dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle.
If that ever happens, just pull the plug."
So, she got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my beer.
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