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REMEMBER WHEN?
All the girls had ugly gym uniforms? Buffalo Nickels.
It took five minutes for the black and white only TV warm up? Nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school? Nobody owned a purebred dog? When a quarter was a decent allowance?
You'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
Your Dad worked everyday hard and he bought the groceries, while Mom stated home to watch the 7 or 8 children. Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?
All your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels? People said, Thank you, Excuse me and people smiled?
You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time?
And you didn't pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot? Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?
It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?
They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed, and they did?
When a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?
No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, the doors were never locked?
Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, "That cloud looks like a ." And playing the Quiet Game, Just getting very Quiet and naming the sounds that we heard. And the Ice-cream Truck, Music and All. Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger? And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once, You could slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the children of today?
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing
Compared to the fate that awaited the student at home? Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
Our Dad whopped us hard, He and We both cried.
Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
But We survived because their love was greater than the threat. We could pray at school and learned about SEX on our own, After getting married. There were lots of Virgin Girls, not boys. Gay meant laughing. Send this on to someone who can still remember----
Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Dowdy and the Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk. As well as summers filled with bike rides, Grooving on a Sunday afternoon, baseball games, Hula Hoops, bowling and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that?"
I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a double dog dare to pass it on. To remember what a double dog dare is, read on.
And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care. How many of these do you remember? Candy cigarettes Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside, Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles-Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes, Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum, Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers. Newsreels before the movie-P.F. Fliers-Telephone numbers with a word prefix....(Raymond 4-601) or 2454909...Party lines-Peashooters-Howdy Dowdy-45 RPM records-Green Stamps-Hi-Fi's-Metal ice cubes trays with levers-Mimeograph paper-Beanie and Cecil-Roller-skate keys-Cork pop guns-Drive ins-Studebakers and Henry J's
(Had One Too) Washtub wringers-The Fuller Brush Man-Reel-To-Reel tape recorders-Tinkertoys-Erector Sets-The Fort Apache Play Set-Lincoln Logs-15 cent McDonald hamburgers or What McDonald's? 5 cent packs of baseball cards-with that awful pink slab of bubble gum-Penny candy-35 cent a gallon gasoline-Jiffy Pop popcorn. Do you remember a time when...
What in the heck was Head Lice? Never had it or even heard of it until 1980. How did it get here?
Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"?
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming,
"Do Over!"
"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest?
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening? It wasn't odd to have two or three "Best Friends"? The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"? Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot? A foot of snow was a dream come true?
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action figures? On Christmas we new what it was and got only "ONE" Toy and we really did think we heard Santa on the roof.
I was VERY Broken hearted to find that some people still, do not believe in Santa Claus while all the time he was my Daddy."Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense?
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles, hula hoops and jumping ropes, pick up sticks and riding bikes and walking through miles and miles of underground tunnels. Tag you're it, Dick, Jane and Spot books? Transistor Radio, am only, and mono, ugh. And out door movies were a Blast.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team? War was a card game?
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a
motorcycle? Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin? Water balloons were the ultimate weapon and water was free. Wolf Man and Frankenstien and King Kong Movies.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have
lived!!!!!!!
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown-up" life..I double-dog-dare-ya!
Can you add to this? Let us keep it going and PLEASE add your memories and mail it back to me @ MouthForGod@Aol.com
Thanks,
Michelle
 
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Words To You From God:
My Children, You have failed many times although you may not want to remember. With each time you grew closer to me, my Love is warm and Tender.
You were bullied around in life and sometimes some were Cruel, but your heart was always leaning towards me. I am always here to help you and I always will see you get through the hard times into a better life you will go. So I command you to Praise me and let your love start to grow. Don.t worry, that Insults me, for I take care of the birds, with you of a much more value to me.
Just think about all the chances you miss, when you just don,t even try. You have a Real Strong Spirit
So Pray It- Believe It- Love Your Life-LIVE IT...I did not ever say you would not have problems, But I Am here to help you get through everyone.
 
~~~
 
Recently we took our kids on a vacation to a historical city. While going on a tour through an old house, we followed a family from New York City. They didn't tell me they were from New York. They didn't have to. I could tell.  They wore New York City clothes. Their teenager had one half of his head shaved and on the other half of his head, his hair hung past his shoulders.
The daughter wore layered clothes and long beads. The mother looked like she'd raided her daughter's closet, and the dad's hair was down the back of his neck.
I had them all figured out. The kid was probably on drugs. The parents were going through a mid-life crisis. They were rich and miserable and in need of counseling. Good thing I was nearby in case they wanted spiritual counsel.
After a few moments they introduced themselves. I was right; they were from New York City.  But that is all I got right.
When I told them my name, they were flabbergasted.
We can't believe it She said "We've read your books.
We use them in our Sunday school class in church.
I tried to get over to hear you when you spoke in our area, but that was our family night and ..."
Sunday school? Church? Family night? Oh, boy.
I'd made a mistake. A BIG mistake.
I'd applied the label before examining the contents.
We've all used labels. We stick them on jars and manila folders so we'll  know what's inside. We also stick them on people for the same reason.
John tells of a time the disciples applied a label.
Jesus and his followers came upon a man who had been blind from birth.
 
Here is the question the  disciples asked Jesus: "Teacher, whose sin caused this man to be born blind- his own sin or his parents' sin?" (John 9:2.)

Never mind that the man is a beggar in need of help.
Never mind that the man has spent his life in a dark cave.
Never mind that the man seated in front of them is in earshot of their voices. Let's talk about his sin.
How could they be so harsh? So insensitive?
So...blind.

The answer? (You may not like it.)
 
 
It's easier to talk about a person than to help a person. 
It's easier to debate homo-sexuality than to be a friend to a gay person.  
It's easier to discuss divorce than to help the divorced.
It's easier to argue abortion than to support an orphanage.
It's easier to  complain about the welfare system than to help the poor.
It's easier to label than to love.
Is that to say we should be unconcerned for doctrine or lax in a desire for holiness? Absolutely not. That is to say there is something wrong with applying the label before examining the contents.
It's easier to label than to love.

From "A Gentle Thunder" Max Lucado
 
~~~This Pastor has guts~~~

Enjoy this interesting prayer given in Kansas at the opening session of their Senate.
It seems prayer still upsets some people.
When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard:
"Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our
spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We confess that we have ridiculed the absolute truth of Your Word and call it Pluralism.

We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.

We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.

We have killed our unborn and called it choice.

We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.

We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.

We have abused power and called it politics.

We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.

We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.

Guide and bless these men and women who have been sent to direct us to the center of Your will and to openly ask these things in the name of Your Son, the living Savior, Jesus Christ.

Amen!"

The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out during the prayer in protest..

In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively.

The church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa and Korea.

Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, "The Rest of the Story," and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired.

With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called "one nation under God."

If possible, please pass this prayer on to your friends. "If you don't stand for something, you will fall for anything."

Think about this: If you forward this prayer to everyone on your e-mail list, in less than 30 days it would be heard by the world.
 
~~~
 





1st Thessalonians 4:13-18I DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE IGNORANT BROTHER'S CONCERNING THIS,THE LORD HIMSELF WILL DESCEND FROM HEAVEN WITH A SHOUT, AND THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST AND WE WHO ARE ALIVE AND REMAIN WILL BE CAUGHT UP TOGETHER WITH THEM IN THE AIR.You know alot of people out there beleave that Jesus has already come, if so how and when did this happen? The Bible says what it means and means what it says.DO NOT BE CAUGHT DEAD WITHOUT JESUS!


You may Email me @ MouthForGod@Aol.com with any comments you may have about this matter if you want too.

God Loves Homosexual's.

I want to see You Cast The First Stone...
My friend has been Gay for 15 years but she has a Praying friend, ME.)
I just wish people could understand that GOD LOVES HOMOSEXUAL'S, HE HATE'S THE SIN OF IT, just as he hate's the sin of stealing, lying or using His Holy Name in vain, or any other sin's that we have "ALL" committed in our Life time.
15 years ago when I found out my friend was gay, I told her God Hated that and she left me and moved far away. After 2 years, she came back after I had cried and prayed and my arms were OPENED WIDE.
Anyone who has a gay friend or loved one, Please do not run them down or tell them God Hate's them for He does not hate them, He Loves Them and just pray for them and watch and see what God will do for them and You.
My God Is God. 

May You Be Blessed, and I do not think any show should act as if this Lifestyle is OKAY, for it is Not, God Created Adam For Eve "NOT STEVE" .-)

In Him,
Michelle 

~~~
Pastor Danny and I use to go and we would pack the Omega Band up and go to the Prison's and Play for Free. 

We met a guy there named Bruce Martin in which he has kept in touch with us for all these years. I just must give him Credit for what he did with this Mis Printed Picture of me, and I am Deeply Blessed by his words that he added to my picture here and it actually happened the way he tells what I said and how he heard, That it is truly JESUS CHRIST is LOVE. We are chuildren of light not darkness. I added the picture and the poem above the picture and I thank God that he allowed me to show all those prisoners that one day, HIS LOVE.       

                         ~~~DO  YOU LOVE~~~

She started with the question
"Do you love ...?"
Then she started to sing
about God up above,
how He sent down His Son
to die for mankinds sin.
She said"You must believe
if you ever want to win!"
I now believe what she said
and I believe I have won,
Because I now believe in God
and His only begotten Son.
In this mad world of ours,
when push becomes shove
I have to stop and ask myself
"Do you love ...?"
"Oh do you love ...?"
"Do you love ...?
Remember not to get mad
when people push and shove."
Then she wrapped up her song
and then she said good-night
then she reminded us just once more
that Jesus Christ is the Light.
 
Bruce W. Martin
April 13, 1988
   P. T. L  



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YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER SOMEWHERE.

I use to be a fanatic, I drove people away from Jesus, instead of to Him. I guess I thought I was above Sin. I thought I had to quit EVERYTHING I was doing to be a, so called Christian. I was very boring. I did not even like myself. I tried not to curse or swear and all the other bad habits I had collected through out my life time, but I always found myself slipping back to the same old things, that I had tried so not to do. I was Saved in 1972, at an Assembly Of God Church, and I had a small child so when I went to church, I winded up in the nursery anyway. So I soon I went back to sin, and it was terrible, I will save you all the Gross details.
I was a failure even with God, "Poor-Poor" me... So I made Jim Beam one of my best friends. Then a few years later I would return to God, who was always waiting on me, and I would be Crying and Sobbing.

With each experience I just knew the church would have to do a Exorcism on me, but that never happened, God simply held me close and forgave me each and every time. But I thought that all people who did not believe as I did was going to an Everlasting Hell, and I did not want them to go there. I actually thought I could live without sinning and they could too, But as I am sometimes, I was wrong. I missed it, our flesh will always Sin,
that is a fact. But now I understand that our Spirit
is the one to read the bible in, to pray in and to worship in, because our Spirit will not Sin.
Our Spirit has been with God, so lets keep our Spirit in charge, not our Flesh! Beat it down, make it mind. Do without a meal for a day or whatever you can handle, because our Spirit is willing, but our flesh is weak.

I have a lot to let you in on and it is a few hidden secrets of the Bible that God has allowed us to find through a whole lot of different doors and people. I will need to make another page or add it in somewhere but it will make you think about what Bible to read from. One of the many bibles I read from is a Hebrew, Greek, English Interlinear Bible.

~~~


If you have not ask Jesus to come Into your Heart, Please DO IT NOW!
Just Say: God, I am a sinner, But, I believe in You,
Come Into My Heart and Forgive Me Of All The Bad Things I have Did, and I will do my best to read your Words that you left For Me To Read.
I believe that you died on the cross and arose in 3 days, Thank-You Jesus, I Am Forgiven and going to Your House One Day:) AMEN- So Be It.
Now Go Tell Someone Jesus Is In Your Heart.

~~~The Wemmicks:

You are special because God made You!

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli.

His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short.
Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.
The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes.

Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell.
And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was
afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason.

"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person"

After a while Punchinello believed them.

"I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say.

The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots.

He felt better around them.
One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met.

She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden.

Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star.

But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.

That's the way I want to be, thought Punchinello.

"I don't want anyone's marks"

So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it?
"It's easy," Lulia replied. "every day I go see Eli"
"Eli?"
Yes, Eli. The woodcarver.

I sit in the workshop with him, Why?
Why don't you find out for yourself?

Go up the hill. He's there.
(And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away.)
"But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out.
Lulia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli.

He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard.

"I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave.

Then he heard his name.

"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.

Punchinello stopped.

Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you"

Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded
craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.
Of course I do. I made you.

Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."

I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.

Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think.

"You don't?"

No, and you shouldn't either.

Who are they to give stars or dots?
They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think.

And I think you are pretty special.

Punchinello laughed. Me, special, Why? I can't walk fast.

I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly."Because you're mine" "That's why you matter to me"

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.

Every day I've been hoping you'd come, Eli explained.

"I came because I met someone who had no marks"

I know. She told me about you.

"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"

"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think.

The stickers only stick if you let them.

"What?"

The stickers only stick if they matter to you.

The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers.

"I'm not sure I understand."

You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care.

Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. Remember, Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door.

You are special because I made you.

And I don't make mistakes. Punchinello didn't stop, But in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."
(And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.)

Max Lucado

~~~

THERE WAS A CHILD NAMED SAMUEL WHO HEARD HIS NAME CALLED , BUT HE THOUGHT IT WAS THE PREIST ELI,
WHOM WAS SAYING IT. SAMUEL WENT TO ELI 3 TIMES BECAUSE HE HEARD HIS NAME SO CLEAR, EVERY TIME HE LAYED DOWN. AFTER THE 3RD TIME THE PREIST TOLD HIM THE NEXT TIME HE HEARD HIS NAME CALLED TO ANSWER 'SPEAK LORD, 'YOUR SERVANT HEARETH' AND GOD TOLD THE CHILD WHAT TO DO. YOU CAN READ THIS STORY IN 1ST SAMUEL 3RD CHAPTER AND THE 1ST THROUGH 11TH VERSES.

~~~

Just A Very Touching Story:

AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS,
THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP,
WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND,
BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING,
BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER
WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING.
IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE. WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK.
"A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE SAILING OFF THE
PACIFIC COAST." HE BEGAN.
"WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY ATTEMPT TO GET BACK TO THE SHORE. THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH
THE FATHER WAS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR, HE COULD NOT KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED."
THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT, MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWO TEENAGERS WHO WERE, FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN, LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY.
THE AGED MINISTER CONTINUED WITH HIS STORY, "GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF
HIS LIFE: TO WHICH BOY WOULD HE THROW THE OTHER END OF THE
LIFE LINE. HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION.
THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS SON WAS A CHRISTIAN AND HE ALSO KNEW THAT HIS SON'S FRIEND WAS NOT. THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED BY THE TORRENT OF WAVES. AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT, 'I LOVE YOU, SON!' HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON'S FRIEND.
BY THE TIME THE FATHER HAD PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED BOAT, HIS SON HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH THE RAGING SWELLS INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT.
HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED. BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING
UP STRAIGHT IN THE PEW, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT WORDS TO COME OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER'S MOUTH.
THE FATHER," HE CONTINUED, "KNEW HIS SON WOULD STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON'S FRIEND STEPPING INTO AN ETERNITY WITHOUT JESUS. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON'S FRIEND.
HOW GREAT IS THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED. I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE LIFE LINE HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE." WITH THAT, THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE FILLED THE ROOM.
THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END. HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL. WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN'S SIDE.
"THAT WAS A NICE STORY," POLITELY STATED ONE OF THEM, "BUT I DON'T
THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE UP HIS ONLY SON'S LIFE IN HOPES THAT THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN."
"WELL, YOU'VE GOT A POINT THERE," THE OLD MAN REPLIED GLANCING DOWN AT HIS WORN BIBLE. A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE. HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT HE BOYS AND SAID, IT SURE ISN'T VERY REALISTIC, IS IT? BUT I'M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME. YOU SEE...
I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND.

~~~*Remember*~~~

In the End of our Time
All that will have mattered in our lives
Is the Love we gave to the lives we touched!

~~~

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their
assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.
She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin.
The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes" Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot"
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something" his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket.
"They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it"
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it" All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list, It's in the top drawer of my desk at home" Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album"

"I have mine too" Marilyn said, Its in my diary" Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times" Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued:

"I think we all saved our lists"
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.

Tell them, before it is too late.
May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You Are.

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