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   JESUS IS LORD       JESUS IS LORD    ALWAYS

            
                                                   
     

                                         The Eucharist Gift of God for the Life of the World.    

                                     

                                                                                      

                                                                                                                                                              

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                                                                                        Christmas Love All Year              

                                                                                                                      Christmas Love all Year   
Chorus:                                                             Christmas is the time for Love, Christmas is the time for love. 
                             
                                                                           Let love overflow every day of the year.
                                                                           Then we will have Christmas all through the year
                                                                           Then we will have Christmas all through the year
                                                                                    
                       
 
    The Angel Gabriel came to Mary one day.
     To ask Her to be the Mother of God.,
     So Jesus lead us his way - Mary gave Her" Fiat."
     Our Saviour Jesus Christ was born,
     Giving way to the very first Christmas morn.. -         Chorus:
         

     Christmas is the time of year, we share gifts of Love with all who are dear.
     The Infant Jesus came to us humble and poor.
     By example that we might see, The hungry less fortunate and the lonely.
     That we might share a greeting, to brighten their way.
     Let love overflow every day of the year.
     Then we will Have Christmas all through the year.  -    Chorus:

                                                                                                                             
Songs by Amateur:  R. T .M .                       

The definition of the "amateur" has to do with motivation - not quality and is derived from amo, amas, amat - the latin verb "to love" e.g. one who does something for the love of it.

                                          ♥  The Heart
"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."    "You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted."
The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, to see how much damage has been done.." "But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there," said the boy.

The surgeon looked to the parents, who Sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up, and I'll plan what to do next."   "But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."

The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."

"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."

The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery,  "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:, " here he paused, "death within one year." He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.

"Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"

The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow." The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"

The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for He has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb." The surgeon wept.. The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"

"Yes," said the surgeon.        "What did you find?"    asked the boy.

"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.

Author Unknown -
Celebrate Jesus in 2009

 A HEART WARMING STORY, BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, THIS
STORY REALLY MAKES YOU - THINK TWICE ABOUT YOUR ACTIONS!


One day, when I was a freshman in high school.
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends
tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out
to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his
glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed
real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said
yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked
him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there
was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy,
you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books
everyday!

" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, !
Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a
problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a
football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being
a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't
me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I
had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jelous! Today was one
of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I
smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. " Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began  "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the
power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's
life. For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.


"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings
have trouble remembering how to fly."

There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.

 

What would you do?
I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't,
Than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is. 


St. Paul:   My strength is manifested in my weakness.


Seven Wonders Of The World                      
A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present “ Seven Wonder Of The World”  Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

Egypt’s Great Pyramids.       Taj Mahai                  Grand Canyon

Panama Canal                       Empire State Building

St. Peter’s Bascillica              China’s great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, “Yes, a little. I couldn’t quit make up my mind because there were so many.”

The teacher said, “ Well tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.”
The girl hesitated, then read. “ I think the ‘Seven Wonders of the World ‘ are:

To see.               To hear.            To touch.  

To taste.             To feel.              To laugh.         To love

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous.

A gentle reminder .... that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.
                                                                             
♥  GOD IS LOVE  
                         
            THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS
     AND THE IMMACULATE 
     HEART OF MARY - FLAMES OF
     UNCONDITIONAL LOVE               

God is love, and whoever remains in love remains in God and God in him. In this is love brought to perfection among us, that we have confidence on the day of judgment because as he is so are we in this world.
                 (1-Letter -John: 4, Testing The Spirits. God's Love And Christian Life. God Is Love.16-21)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

There is no fear in love, but perfect love drives out fear because fear has to do with punishment, and so one who fears is not yet perfect in love.

                                                      We love because he first loved us.
(1-John:18) 

If anyone says," I love God" but hates his brother, he is a liar; for whoever does not love a brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. This is a commandment we have from him: who ever loves God must also love his brother. (1-John:20-21)  TESTING THE SPIRITS * Beloved, do not trust every spirit but test the spirits to see weather they belong to God, because many false profits have gone out into the world. This is how we know the spirit of truth and the spirit of deceit.(1-John:4,1)

                                        
   MY  HEART      
                                              
I love my heart, because Jesus lives there.
                                              
I chose to see Jesus in every one I know and meet. 
                                               By learning the importance of loving, with a spiritual love.
                                              Love overflows, leaving no room for anger or resentment. 

                                               I have found a love for truth, because God is truth. 
                                               Acknowledging that without truth, there is no peace. 
                                              And without peace there is no love. 
                                              That the peace in my heart, can only come from God.


                                              My heart bursts, with an overflow of God's peace and love.
                                             
The feeling of heaven in my heart urges me to pass it on.
                                             
God 's love touches us, in that spreading His message of love.
                                             
Only God knows the depth of love within our hearts. God is Love.             
                                                                                       
                                            R.T.M.
"Yes, if we love one another God remains in us, and His love is brought to perfection in us.
John 4:12  God, "He Who Is" is truth and love.
C.C.C.# 214-218 

                                                    Truth and Freedom Under Siege
MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota, JAN. 22, 2004 (excerpts)
(Zenit.org)-  Truth and freedom are threatened in "our very hostile culture today," says Archbishop Sean O'Malley of Boston. He told his audience that without truth, there can be no freedom, and without freedom, there can be no love.

"That is why the Church is very concerned about freedom," Archbishop O'Malley said. "Our mission in the Church is to lead people to the truth so that they can be free, so that together we can salvage a civilization of love. Truth and freedom are threatened in our very hostile culture today".

In the discussion of the book, Archbishop O'Malley pointed to possible sources of relativism in society. "Perhaps the idolatry of freedom has led to the belief that we can choose our own truth because the truth as absolute is rejected as too confining, too demanding of the autonomous self," he said. "But the traditional Catholic approach is faith seeking understanding."  

                                           GOD IS LOVE ( 1Jn 4:7-21) My peace I give to you (Jn 14: 23-31) 
“I pray that they may all be one. Father, may they be in us, just as You are in me and I am in You.” (John 17:21)

Pope John Paul II    Ut Unum Sint, n. 77,
The goal of authentic Catholic ecumenism, as Pope John Paul II reminds us in Ut Unum Sint, n. 77, is to restore full visible unity among all Christians in the fullness of the Catholic and Apostolic Faith: "The greater mutual understanding and the doctrinal convergences already achieved between us, which have resulted in an affective and effective growth of communion, cannot suffice for the conscience of Christians who profess that the Church is one, holy, catholic and apostolic. The ultimate goal of the ecumenical movement is to re-establish full visible unity among all the baptized."

Pope John Paul II writes: "Full communion of course will have to come about through the acceptance of the whole truth into which the Holy Spirit guides Christ’s disciples. Hence all forms of reductionism or facile ‘agreement’ must be absolutely avoided" (Ut Unum Sint, n.36); and further: "The unity willed by God can be attained only by the adherence of all to the content of revealed faith in its entirety. In matters of faith, compromise is in contradiction with God who is Truth. In the Body of Christ, ‘the way, and the truth, and the life’ (John 14:6), who could consider legitimate a reconciliation brought about at the expense of the truth?" (Ut Unum Sint, n. 18); and again: "To uphold a vision of unity which takes account of all the demands of revealed truth does not mean to put a brake on the ecumenical movement. On the contrary, it means preventing it from settling for apparent solutions which would lead to no firm and solid results. The obligation to respect the truth is absolute. Is this not the law of the Gospel?" (cf. Ut Unum Sint, n. 79; cf. Address to the Cardinals and Roman Curia (June 28, 1985),6:AAS 77 (1985), 1153).

Real Ecumenism Doesn't Compromise the Truth, Says Pope John Paul II
VATICAN CITY, SEPT. 30, 2002 (exerpts) (www.zenit.org) John Paul II urged bishops to foster a "healthy ecumenism," an authentic dialogue that does not make concessions to truth with Christian denominations.

DIRECTORY FOR THE APPLICATION OF PRINCIPLES AND NORMS ON ECUMENISM
The Directory is addressed to the Pastors of the Catholic Church, but it also concerns all the faithful, who are called to pray and work for the unity of Christians, under the direction of their Bishops.

The Bishops, individually for their own dioceses, and collegially for the whole Church, are, under the authority of the Holy See, responsible for ecumenical policy and practice.

"The Catechism of the Catholic Church" recently published (1992), includes the ecumenical dimension as part of the basic teaching for all the faithful of the Church.

Christ's Peace Isn't Based on Force, Says Pope
Touches on Theme of Christian-Unity Week
 
VATICAN CITY, JAN. 21, 2004 (Zenit.org ) (Excerpts) The peace proclaimed by Christ is not based on recourse to force or the simple balance of powers, John Paul II says. Reflecting on the theme of the current Week of Prayer for Christian Unity,  "My Peace I Give to You," the Pope offered the more than 4,000 pilgrims present at today's general audience a reflection on the Christian view of peace. 

SINGING IS TWICE PRAYING -St.Augustine
SINGING IS THE SIGN OF THE HEARTS JOY
- St.Augustine

What About 1967's "Musicam  Sacram"? ROME, JAN. 13, 2004 (Excerpts) (Zenit.org) Father Edward McNamara, professor of liturgy at the Regina Apostolorum Pontifical Athenaeum.Extract from the General Instruction  
The Importance of Singing  39. The Christian faithful who gather together as one to await the Lord's coming are instructed by the Apostle Paul to sing together psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs (cf. Col 3:16). Singing is the sign of the heart's joy (cf. Acts 2:46). Thus Saint Augustine says rightly, "Singing is for one who loves." There is also the ancient proverb: "One who sings well prays twice."

                                                        HeartWarmers

                                                                                                     A VERY POWERFUL 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 M AN '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 THE 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."

 

Just Checking In


A minister passing through his church
in the middle of the day,

Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,

A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"

The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY."


The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.


Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.

As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while everyday at noon
He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS

CHECKING IN TODAY."

If this blesses you, pass it on ..

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave
footprints in your heart.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand
and Angels watch over

Please pass this page on to your friends or loved ones.

This is too good not to share -
So this is me .... Just Checking In

                                  

                                                                                                To A Keeper

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       One day someone's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away . . never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you."

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       So while we have it . . . it's best we love it . . . and care for it ... and fix it when it's broken . . . and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage . . and old cars . . . and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

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       Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a  classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us  happy, no matter what.

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       Life is important, like people we know who are special . . . and so, We keep them close!

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       I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send  this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life.

 

 

 

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       Thank you for being a special part of my life!

 

 

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 You're A Keeper!
 Unknown

 

 

                                                                   The Road of Life

At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president.. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.

But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable it was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds. It was all I could do to hang on!

Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure, and when I'd say, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand. I gained love, peace, acceptance and joy; gifts to take on my journey, My Lord's and mine. And we were off again.

He said, "Give the gifts away. They're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it; but he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten, scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore, He just smiles and says... "Pedal."
 

 

                                                                       YOUR CROSS

                           Whatever your cross,                   Whatever your pain
                           There will always be sunshine after the rain


                           Perhaps
you may stumble,            Perhaps even fall
                           But God's always there, t
o help you through it all.

 

                                                   "I Am Too blessed to be stressed!"
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.
                                                   God answers knee mail ! ! !



                                         THE HOLY ALPHABET
Although things are not perfect    Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving              Do not begin to blame
               Even when the times are hard    
               F
ierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able                     Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love       Joy would cease to be
               Keep thanking Him for all the things
                    Love imparts to thee
Move out of "Camp Complaining" No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power        Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future             Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship       To "thank" is a command
Until we see Him coming            Victorious in the sky
               We'll run the race with gratitude
               Xalting God most high
Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!

 

                                       MY QUILT

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.

I glanced around me.

Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of my cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth.


The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter, and forgiveness and acceptance of others. But there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false accusations that took from me my
world, as I knew it.

I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life.

 I had often been held up to ridicule, and been the object of gossip, which I endured painfully~~ each time offering it up to Spirit, in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.

An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many
holes, creating an image, the face of Christ.

Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time you turned over your problems of life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you."

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing the Lord and our angels
to shine through.

Remember~~ God and our angels are always there by our side...ready to help and guide us through our life.

                      All you have to do is "ask ~...~ and believe.


                                   EMAIL TO MOTHER
       
                                          WORRY:  DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR?

Is there a magic cut-off period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do you stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage."   My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. 

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a class-room and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them."  My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. 

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said: "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults."  My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle, there was nothing I could do about it.  My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.

My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother's warm smile and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?  Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?" 

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one and other handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life? 

One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried." I smiled a warm smile.  The torch has been passed.


MOTHERS REPLY:
Sounds familiar, this is so good and real, thank you for sharing this email.

Concern is a good thing, the love and joy children give makes everything worth while, as you are experiencing. I have learned to trust in God. I wish I had trusted in God earlier in life and learned not to worry.

And yes, I believe concern is a virtue of love, that elevates us to the highest form of life? We can give our love, always in truth, do our best and let God do the rest!

                                                          
GOD BLESS   ( Reply: R.T.M )



                                                         Children learn What they Live

                                                 If a child lives with criticism.  
                                                                    He learns to condemn.
                                                 If a child lives with hostility.   
                                                                    He learns to fight.
          If a child lives with ridicule.     
                                                 He learns to be shy.
          If a child lives with shame .
                                                  He learns to feel guilty.
          If a child lives with tolerance.
                                                  He learns to be patient.
                                                 If a child lives with encouragement.
                                                                        He learns to be confident.
                                                 If a child lives with praise.
                                                                       He learns to appreciate.
                                                 If a child lives with fairness.
                                                                        He learns justice.
          If a child lives with security.
                                                     He learns to have faith.
          If a child lives with approval.
                                                      He learns to like himself.
           If a child lives with acceptance and friendship.

                                 He learns to find love in the world.
                                                                                               Author Unknown
 

                                            The Pink Dress

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.

Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.

She never tried to speak.     She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.  For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.

As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped.

I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.

Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare.

As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello".

The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.

I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different".
I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?"

"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am."

I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself.
My job here is done".

I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
I pray that your Guardian Angel watches over you always.
 

 

Like the story says, we all need someone...

And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.

The value of a friend is measured in the heart.

Let them know you're glad they care about you.



                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                       Author Unknown
 

                                        YOUR LITTLE ANGEL

When God calls little children to dwell with him above,

We mortals sometime question the wisdom of his love.

For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,

Who does so much to make the world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God gets tired of calling the aged of his fold.

So he picks a rosebud before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them, so he takes just but a few.

To make the land of Heaven, a beautiful place to view.

Believing this is difficult, somehow we must try.

The saddest words that mankind knows, will always be “Goodbye”

So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,

Must realize God loves children.

                             Angels are hard to find.  Author unknown

                                                    THANKSGIVING FOR BEAUTIFUL BLESSINGS  

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who won't survive the week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 20 million people around the world.

If you attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed than almost three billion people in the world.

If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still married and alive, you are very rare, especially in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer God's healing touch.

If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read anything at all.

                              We are so blessed in ways you may never even know.

                                                                           GOD BLESS