“Justice is the insurance we have on our lives and property. Obedience is the premium we pay for it.” – William Penn
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Pun-ishment: The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
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They Walk Among Us: My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car designed to cut through a seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the trunk.
(. . . and they Vote!)
A PENCIL MAKER TOLD THE PENCIL 5 IMPORTANT LESSONS
THAT EVERY CHRISTIAN SHOULD LEARN!
1.) EVERYTHING YOU DO WILL ALWAYS LEAVE A MARK.
2.) YOU CAN ALWAYS CORRECT THE MISTAKES YOU MAKE.
3.) WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS WHAT IS INSIDE OF YOU.
4.) IN LIFE , YOU WILL UNDERGO PAINFUL SHARPENINGS, BUT THEY WILL MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSON.
5.) TO BE THE BEST PENCIL, YOU MUST ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE HELD AND GUIDED BY THE HAND THAT HOLDS YOU.
“Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.” – Ephesians 6:4
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Two men met at a bus stop and struck up a conversation. One of them kept complaining of family problems.Finally, the other man said: "You think you have family problems? Listen to my situation.
A few years ago I met a young widow with a adult daughter. We got married and now I have a stepdaughter. Later, my widowed father married my stepdaughter. My stepdaughter became my stepmother and my father became my stepson. Also, my wife became mother-in-law of her father-in-law.
A few years later, the daughter of my wife, my stepmother, had a son. This boy was my half-brother because he was my father's son. But he was also the son of my wife's daughter which made him my wife's grandson. That made me the grandfather of my half-brother.
This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now the half-sister of my son, my stepmother, is also the grandmother. This makes my father, the brother-in-law of my child, whose stepsister is my father's wife, I am my stepmother's brother-in-law, my wife is her own child's aunt, my son is my father's nephew and I am my OWN GRANDFATHER!
And you think YOU have family problems!!!
A few years ago I met a young widow with a adult daughter. We got married and now I have a stepdaughter. Later, my widowed father married my stepdaughter. My stepdaughter became my stepmother and my father became my stepson. Also, my wife became mother-in-law of her father-in-law.
A few years later, the daughter of my wife, my stepmother, had a son. This boy was my half-brother because he was my father's son. But he was also the son of my wife's daughter which made him my wife's grandson. That made me the grandfather of my half-brother.
This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now the half-sister of my son, my stepmother, is also the grandmother. This makes my father, the brother-in-law of my child, whose stepsister is my father's wife, I am my stepmother's brother-in-law, my wife is her own child's aunt, my son is my father's nephew and I am my OWN GRANDFATHER!
And you think YOU have family problems!!!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.” – George Orwell
True enough. Others of us sleep peaceably in our beds at night, because we sleep in the eternal arms of the Prince of Peace! – Bob Preston
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Sometimes Ice Cream is Good for the Soul!
Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!" Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?" As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied. Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
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True enough. Others of us sleep peaceably in our beds at night, because we sleep in the eternal arms of the Prince of Peace! – Bob Preston
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Sometimes Ice Cream is Good for the Soul!
Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!" Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?" As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied. Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
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Inquiring minds want to know: Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Hmmmm!
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything. ~ They just make the most of everything!
Hmmmm!
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything. ~ They just make the most of everything!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
“Let us not go over old ground; let us rather prepare for what is to come.”
– Cicero
[I agree . . . with the stipulation that we never forget the lessons we should have learned from history – from the experiences of those who have gone before, lest we repeat the error of the past at our own peril. ~ Bob
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Pun-ishment: A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. Oooohhh!
Inquiring minds want to know: Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke?
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What Love means to a 4-8 year old children: “When someone loves you , the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'” ~ Billy - age 4 ~~~~~~~```
BROTHERS: Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew all about it. If any mischief occurred in their town, the two boys were probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys.
The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.
The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Do you know where God is, son?" The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.
So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?” Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, “Where is God?”
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, “What happened?” The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time.”
"GOD is missing, and they think we did it!"
– Cicero
[I agree . . . with the stipulation that we never forget the lessons we should have learned from history – from the experiences of those who have gone before, lest we repeat the error of the past at our own peril. ~ Bob
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Pun-ishment: A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. Oooohhh!
Inquiring minds want to know: Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke?
~~~~~~~```
What Love means to a 4-8 year old children: “When someone loves you , the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'” ~ Billy - age 4 ~~~~~~~```
BROTHERS: Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew all about it. If any mischief occurred in their town, the two boys were probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys.
The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.
The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Do you know where God is, son?" The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.
So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?” Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, “Where is God?”
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, “What happened?” The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time.”
"GOD is missing, and they think we did it!"
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