all we have to do to prove that
god has a sense of humor is to
take a good look
at ourselves

 laugh  and the world laughs with you.
cry, and you cry alone.
 
 
 
 

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THE HARDEST SIN TO RID SELF OF IS EGO.
  .............................(SOME DO NOT SEE IT AS A SIN)..........................
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WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING
By MARY RITA SCHILKE KORZAN
When you thought I wasn't looking you hung my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn't looking you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking you baked a birthday cake just for me,
and I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking you said a prayer,
and I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking you kissed me good-night, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt--but that it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty, also.
When you thought I wasn't looking you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking--I looked . . . and wanted to say thanks
for all those things you did when you thought I wasn't looking.
 

Human hearts are restless until they rest in Jesus.
                                                                                      ............................St. Augustine

A Variation on "Footprints"
"Now imagine you and the Lord Jesus walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along
steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your prints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops,
turnarounds, circles, departures and returns.
For much of the way it seems to go like this. But gradually, your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon
paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends. This seems perfect, but then an interesting
thing happens: your footprints that once etched the sand next to the Master's are now walking precisely in His steps.
Inside His larger footprints is the small 'sandprint', safely enclosed. You and Jesus are becoming one.
This goes on for many miles. But gradually you notice another change. The footprint inside the larger footprint seems
to grow larger. Eventually it disappears altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one.  Again,
this goes on for a long time. But then something awful happens. The second set of footprints is back. And this time it
seems even worse.
Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Deep gashes in the sand. A veritable mess of prints.  You're amazed and
shocked. But this is the end of your dream. Now you speak.'Lord, I understand the first scene with the zigzags and fits
and starts and so on. I was a new Christian, just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to
walk with you.'
'That is correct.'
'Yes, and when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps. I followed
You very closely.'
'Very good. You have understood everything so far.'
'Then the smaller footprints grew and eventually filled in with Yours. I suppose that I was actually growing so much that
I was becoming like you in every way.'
'Precisely.'
'But this is my question. Lord.. Was there a regression or something?The footprints went back to two, and this time it
was worse than the first.'
The Lord smiles, then laughs. 'You didn't know? That was when we danced'."
For God will turn your mourning into dancing.
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REFLECTIONS:
   There is so much bad
     in the best of us
    And so much good
    in the worst of us
    That it doesn't behoove
     any of us
   to talk about
  the rest of us
    (Author Unknown)
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Do not just open my eyes - open my heart"
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ALONG THE ROAD

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!
by Robert Browning Hamilton

 Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway.
   Spencer Michael Free

 
LOYALTY
He may be six kinds of a liar,
He may be ten kinds of a fool,
He may be  a wicked high flyer
Beyond any reason or rule;
There may be a shadow above him
Of ruin and woes to impend,
And I may not respect, but I love him,
Because -- well, because he's my friend.
I know he has faults by the billion,
But his faults are a portion of him;
I know that his record's vermilion,
And he's far from the sweet Seraphim;
But he's always been square with yours truly,
Ready to give or to lend,
And if he is wild and unruly,
I like him -- because he's my friend.
I criticize him but I do it
In just a frank, comradely key,
And back-biting gossips will rue it
If ever "they" knock him to me!
I never make diagrams of him,
No maps of his soul have I penned;
I don't analyze -- I just love him,
Because -- well, because he's my friend.
  by Berton Brale
A MILE WITH ME

O who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And let his frolic fancy play,
Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way
Where he walks a mile with me.
And who will walk a mile with me
Along life's weary way?
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
And the quiet rest at the end o' the day, --
A friend who knows, and dares to say,
The brave, the sweet words that cheer the way
Where he walks a mile with me.
With such a comrade, such a friend,
I fain would walk till journey's end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
And then? -- Farewell, we shall meet again!

  by Henry Van Dyke


 

Romans 8:26:
"Likewise the Spirit helpeth our infirmities: 
for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercessions for
us with groanings which cannot be  uttered....."


 
This was recently said to me by a very close friend --
"Do the works of light, for she who sows to her light and life will of that life reap life everlasting."

 
 
 
 
Letters to God from kids
a contribution from joe boston
Dear God,  In Sunday school they told us what You do.
Who does it when you are on vacation? – Jane
Dear God, The bad people laughed at Noah - "You made
an ark on dry land you fool". But he was smart, he
stuck with you. That's what I would do. – Eddie
Dear God,  Did you really mean "do unto others as
they do unto you?" Because if you did,  then I'm
going to fix my brother. - Darla
Dear God,  Instead of letting people die and having
to make new ones,  why don't You just keep the ones
You have now? –Jane
Dear God,  Is it true my father won't get in Heaven
if he uses his bowling words in the house? – Anita
Dear God,  I didn't think orange went with purple
until I saw the sunset You made on Tuesday. - Margret
Dear God,  I read the Bible. What does "begat" mean?
Nobody will tell me. - Love,  Allison
Dear God, I went to this wedding and they kissed
right in church. Is that okay? – Neil
Dear God,  Did you mean for the giraffe to look like
that or was it an accident? – Norma
 Dear God, Thank You for the baby brother,  but what I
prayed for was a puppy.- Joyce
 Dear God, Please send me a pony. I never asked for
anything before,  You can look it up. – Bruce
Dear God, If we come back as something - please don't
let me be Jennifer Horton because I hate her. – Denise
Dear God, Why is Sunday School on Sunday? I thought
it was supposed to be our day of rest. - Tom L.
Dear God, You don't have to worry about me. I always
look both ways. – Dean
Dear God, I bet it is very hard for You to love all
of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4
people in our family and I can never do it.- Nan
Dear God, Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each
other so much if they had their own rooms. It works
with my brother.- Larry
Dear God, My brother told me about being born but it
doesn't sound right. They're just kidding,  aren't they?  Marsha
 Dear God, Of all the people who work for You,  I like
Noah and David the best.- Rob
Dear God,  I think about You sometimes even when I'm
not praying. – Elliot
Dear God, What does it mean You are a Jealous God? I
thought You had everything. – Jane
 Dear God, If You watch me in Church Sunday.  I'll show
You my new shoes. - Mickey D
   Dear God, Are you really invisible or is that a trick? - Lucy
 Dear God, I do not think anybody could be a better God.  Well,  I just want You to know but I am not just saying that because You are God already. - Charles
Dear God, We read Thomas Edison made light.  But in
sunday school they said You did it.  So,  I bet he stoled
Your idea.  Sincerely,  Donna
Dear God, I want to be just like my Daddy when I get
big but not with so much hair all over. – Sam
Dear God, My brother is a rat. You should give him a
tail. Ha ha. – Danny
Dear God, Who draws the lines around countries? – Nan
Dear God,  I would like to live 900 years like the
guy in the Bible.- Love,  Chris

 

The tide recedes but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand;
The sun goes down,
but gentle warmth still lingers on the land
The music stops, and yet it echoes o
in sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
Hadin Marshall

Friendship poems by fifth graders
FRIENDSHIP POEMS: These poems were written by
Mrs. Swagerty's fifth grade students at Jenks East Elementary
in Tulsa, Oklahoma. They copied their poems onto hearts, decorated them with beads,
bangles, and bows, then hung them up.  And now just for your amusement sit back and enjoy

by DON B.
Describe love and friendship?
It's like a space ship, It has an up; it has a down,
Sometimes ending in a mental breakdown.
Also going throgh hyperspace,
But not letting it blow up in your face.
Sometimes though it is hard to find,
Which may really make your teeth grind.
If you listen to what I've said,
Then you know it can lead to your death bed!
by Jeffrey J.
Friends are like a link of chain.
When one breaks the rest are slain.
Ones who have a heart of stone,
Their whole lives have just been blown.
A true friend is really loyal,
Friends together are 100% royal.
Friends are a straight line that does not coil,
They are friends in never ending soil.
by Rebecca S. 
Friendship is like a budding flower,
Whose simple beauty is its power.
It changes an grows as we spend time sharing-
 A life time of hopes and dreams and of caring.
It is always knowing your friends wil be there,
It's a gift of self, a gift that is rare.
Friendship was given by God up above. 
So we could experience a sense of his love.
by Emily R.
You need friendship everywhere you go.
It brings strong bones and helps you grow.
Friends are sunshine in a storm.
They come in all different forms.
Friends are special to you and me.
You're the lock and I'm the key.
Friends are good to you and I.
I will enjoy them till I die.
by Natalie Young
Friendship is a kitten, sleeping by your side.
Kittens are a meeting point where love and trust
collide. Cats are very patient,
except when catching mice. Every
cat is faithful, faithful and so nice.
They are great examples of very worthy friends.
When you're with a good pal, the fun never ends.
Cats are not the only friends a girl or boy can get, But through all my experience, they are the very best yet.
by Emmy R. 
Your friends may not always be right,
But they're there day after day, night after
night. If you're upset wiht your friends,
Your problems will most likely mend.
When you're low, and you frown,
Your friends will cheer you up trying to act
like a clown. Friends are great, you see.
Being a friend to someone, is the best thing  you can be!
by Chris R.
Tyler is a wonderful friend.
He stays with me through thick and thin.
Joel is my good buddy
He is made of silly putty.
Chris is a real good guy.
He always makes me laugh, not cry.
To have these three stand by me.
I'm as lucky as can be.
by Jessica Hutton
I never thought of it When I was young.
That time grows short, My heart is stung.
Their friendship I could have had,
But they were nowhere near.
I wish they could stay longer,
Because to me they're dear. But their life is almost gone,
Soon it will be time for me to weep.
To think of the friendship I could have had.
Sometimes a few tears will seep.
by Evan S.
Friendship is very sweet, Especially if you do something neat.  Love and friendship are almost the same thing,
Which does include some comforting.
In friendship peace is a key thing.
It is found right after forgiving.
Being fair is also very good, Especially
when everybody has done what they could.
Sometimes if can be as painful as a shove,
                        But usually it as sweet as a dove.
by Lacey T.
Love is the quiet whistle of the wind.
When you're in an argument, you're willing to bend.
Love is God's hand upon your shoulder,
To help you step out bolder.
Love is your mom's hands
Around you to keep you from getting colder.
Love comes to you, whether you're younger or older.
by Matt F.
Love is Patient.
Love is Kind.
Love is all the nice things you've got in mind.
Love will never stop loving you,
No matter what hard things you go through.
If you start to shed a tear,
Just remember, love is near.
by Ryann Blair
Love is a barrier from above,
Shining down, like a protective glove.
Love is a sparkle, a shine in the night,
A thing that makes people's faces turn bright.
Love is a feeling, Special indeed.
It will pop up,
When it has no need.
by Lara O.
Love is based on compromise.
It often is like sugar and spice.
Love should be in harmony,
Not driving people up a tree.
Love is having trust in one another,
And about having fun with the other.
Love is forgiving,
As long as you're living.
by Elizabeth J.
I did not have my grandma long.
She faded very early on.
She was only well and kept alive until the summer
of '95. And after that she
slipped silently away as an autumn
day. And ever since I've felt the grief,
Of my grandma's life-so short and brief.

 

We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.
-----Robert Louis Stevenson
 
 

To all my friends
Who are in their own kind of pain remember

O Lord
Make me an instrument of your Peace.
Where there is hatred,
let me sow Love;
Where there is injury,
Pardon.
Where there is discord,
Unity.
Where there is doubt,
Faith.
Where there is error,
Truth.
Where there is despair,
Hope.
Where there is sadness,
Joy.
Where there is darkness,
Light;
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled, as to console,
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning, that we are pardoned,
it is in dying, that we are born to Eternal Life.
-St. Francis

24 Things to Always Remember
and......One Thing to Never Forget

Your presence is a present to the world.
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You'll make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Don't put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life's treasures are people . . . together.
Realize that it's never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have health and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a star.
And don't ever forget . . .
For even a day . . .
How very special you are.


Oh you of wounded spirits, I offer you a place of rest:
Walk among my mountains, and climb to Eagle's  nest.
Come swim in my oceans, or feel my desert's fire.
Sit beside running waters, to reclaim your heart's desire.
Seek my silent forests, or walk my open plains,
Travel the deepest jungles, til you hear my love's refrain
I am always waiting to allow each child to heal,
to cradle the wounded spirits, and teach them how to feel.
I am Mother Earth, who loves without regret,
lending all my children who through tears,
have paid all debts.
- Jamie Sams


 
 

THE JUNK BOX

My father used to say,
"My boy, don't throw a thing away;You'll find a use for it someday."
So in a box he stored up things, Bent nails, old washers, pipes and rings
And bolts and nuts and rusty springs.  Despite each blemish and each flaw,
Some use for everything he saw;  With thing material, this was law.
And often when he'd work to do  He searched the junk box through and through
And found old stuff as good as new.  And I have often thought since then
That father did the same with men;  He knew he'd need their help again.
It seems to me he understood.  That men, as well as iron and wood,
May broken be and still be good.  Despite the vices he'd display,
He never threw a man away,  But kept him for another day.
A human junk box is this earth,  And into it we're tossed at birth
To wait the day we'll be of worth.  Though bent and twisted, weak of will,
And full of flaws, and lacking skill, Some service each can render still.
 ...................... by Edgar Guest


 

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what theywanted to become when they grew up.  The first little tree lookedup at thestars and said: "I want 
to hold treasure.  I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones.
I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!"  The second little tree looked out
at the small stream trickling by on it'sway to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"  The third
little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a
busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all.  I want to grow so tall that
when people stop to look at me, they'll raisetheir eyes to heaven and think of God. I 
will be the tallest tree in the world." Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and
the little trees grew tall.  One day three  woodcutters climbed the mountain.  The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful
chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure! " The first tree said. The second woodcutter 
looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a
swoop of his shining ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought
the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mightykings!" The third tree felt her heart 
sink when the last woodcutterlooked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do
for me.  " He muttered. With a swoop of his shining ax, the third tree fell.  The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals.  The once beautiful tree was not covered
with gold, nor with treasure.  She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for
hungry farm animals.  The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a
shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree
was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak
to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead she was taken to a little lake.  The third tree
was confused when the woodcutter cut her intostrong beams and left her in a
lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered."All I ever wanted was 
to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."  Many many days and night passed.
The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.  But one night, golden starlight poured over
the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox.  "I wish I 
could make a cradle for him." her husband whispered.  The mother squeezed his hand
and smiled as thestarlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. This manger is beautiful." she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest 
treasure in the world.  One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the
old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the
lake.  Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose.  The little tree shuddered.  She
knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with
the wind and the rain.  The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand,
and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly
the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. 
She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.  But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy 
beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything.
It had made the third tree strong. And every time people  thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
The next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, sit tight and be
happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.

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I was
mad
at the 
world
when I 
couldnt

work or breath.  I had been diagnoised with the progressive 
Disease of COPD. I was mad at every one and everything.

Then I 
asked
JESUS,
"How... 
could you
let this
happen
to me?"
How much
do You
love me?
 .......And 
Jesus said, 
"This much" 
 As He
spread 
His arms
And he
died 
for me


 
 

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