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Prayer for This Day

This Day ..........
My life shall touch so many lives, before this day is done,
Leave countless marks of good or ill, 'til sets the evening sun,
This, the wish I always wish, the prayer I always pray,
Lord, let my life help other lives, it touches everyday.


My grandparents were married for over half a century and played their own special game from the time they had met each other.

The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whomever was preparing the next meal.

They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.

At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.  There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up.

Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.  The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love - one that is pure and enduring.

However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat.

It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be.

She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune,
and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' lives: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way.

He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.

But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.

Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my Grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma
one last time.  Grandpa stepped up to my Grandmother's casket, and taking a
shaky breath, he began to sing to her.

Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment.

For I knew that although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty. S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

by Laura Jeanne Allen


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 jealous.
    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 speakable." 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.

Divine Plan

At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
the father of one of the school's students delivered a speech that would
never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question. "Everything God does is done with
perfection. Yet, my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He
cannot understand things as other children do. Where is God's plan reflected
in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe,"
the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay into the world,
an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself. And it comes in
the way people treat that child." Then, he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?" Shay's
father knew that most boys would not want him on their team. But the father
understood that if his son were allowed to play it would give him a
much-needed sense of belonging.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could
play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none,
he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are losing by six runs, and
the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team nd I'll try
to put him up to bat in the ninth inning." In the bottom of the eighth
inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. At the
top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield.
Although no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be on the
field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two
outs and bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base. Shay was
scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this
juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was
given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay
didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to
lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The
first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took
a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch came
in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The
pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to
the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the
game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right
field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling,
"Shay, run to first. Run to first." Never in his life had Shay ever made it
to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled "Run to second, run to second!" By the time Shay was rounding
first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to
the second baseman for a tag. But the right fielder understood what the
pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw the ball high and far over the
third baseman's head. Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of
him deliriously circled the bases towards home.

As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in
the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded
third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home." Shay ran
home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the hero, for hitting a "grand
slam" and winning the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face," the
boys from both teams helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into this

Do You Want a Donut?

There was a boy by the name of Steve who was attending high school.
Brother Christianson taught Bible at this particular school.
He had an open-door policy and would take in any student that had been thrown out of another class as long as they would abide by his rules.
Steve had been kicked out of his sixth period and no other teacher wanted him, so he
went into Bro. Christianson's Bible class.   Steve was told that he couldn't be late, so he would come in just seconds before the bell rang and he would sit in the very back of the room.   He would also be the first to leave after the class was over.

One day, Bro. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. After class, Bro. Christianson pulled Steve aside and said, "You think you're pretty tough, don't you?" Steve's answer was, "Yeah, I do."  Then Bro.  Christianson asked, "How many push-ups can you do?" Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."  "200?  That's pretty good, Steve." Bro. Christianson said, "Do you think you could do 300?" Steve replied,
"I don't know... I've never done 300 at a time."   "Do you think you could?" again asked Bro. Christianson.  "Well, I can try," said Steve. "Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I need you to do 300 in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it."  Bro. Christianson said. Steve said, "Well... I think I can... yeah, I can do it." Bro.
Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, Bro. Christianson pulled out a big box of donuts.  Now these weren't the normal kinds of donuts. They were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls.  Everyone was pretty excited -it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they
were going to get an extra early start on the weekend.

Bro. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want a donut?" Cynthia said, "Yes." Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?" Steve said, "Sure," and
jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Bro.
Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Bro. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut?" Joe said, "Yes."  Bro. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?" Steve did ten push-ups; Joe got a donut.  And so it went, down the first aisle. Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut.  And down the second aisle, till Bro. Christianson came to Pete.  Pete was captain of the
football team and center of the basketball team.  He was very popular and never lacking
for female companionship. When Bro. Christianson asked, "Pete, do you
want a donut?"  Pete's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups?" Bro. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."

Then Pete said, "Well, I don't want one then." Bro. Christianson then turned to Pete and asked, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Pete can have a donut he doesn't want?" Steve started to do ten pushups.  Pete said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"  Bro. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and my donuts.
Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it", and he put a donut on Pete's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little.  He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down, and a little perspiration appeared around his brow.  Bro. Christianson started down the third row. By now, the students were beginning to get a little angry.  Bro. Christianson asked
Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?" Jenny said, "No". Then Bro. Christianson asked
Steve, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?"  Steve did ten; Jenny got a donut. By now, the students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks. Steve was also having to really put forth a lot of effort to get these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, and his arms and brow were
beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Bro. Christianson asked Robert to watch Steve to make sure he did ten pushups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. Robert began to watch Steve closely.  Bro. Christianson started down the fourth row.  During his class, however, some students had wandered in and sat along the heaters along
the sides of the room. When Bro. Christianson realized this; he did a quick count and saw that there were now 34 students in the room.  He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it. Bro. Christianson went on to the next person, the next, and the next.

Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time.  He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.  Steve asked Bro. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?" Bro. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups. You can do them any way that you want." And Bro. Christianson went on.  A few moments later, Jason came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled, "NO!  Don't come in! Stay out!"  Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come." Bro. Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him." Steve said, "Yes, let him come in." Bro. Christianson said, "Okay, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now.  Jason, do you want a donut?" "Yes." "Steve, will you do ten pushups so that Jason can have a donut?"  Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Bro. Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those seated on the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each pushup in a struggle to lift him against the force of gravity.  Sweat was dropping off his face and, by this time, there was not a dry eye in the room.  The very last two girls in the room were cheerleaders and very popular. Bro.
Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a
donut?"  Linda, too choked up to talk, just shook her head.  Bro.Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"  Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.

Then Bro. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?" Susan, with tears flowing down her face, asked, "Bro. Christianson, can I help him?"  Bro. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, he has to do it alone." "Steve, would you do
ten pushups so Susan can have a donut?"  As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup,
with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Bro. Christianson then said, "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, pleaded to the Father, "Into Thy hands I commend my spirit," and with the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, collapsed on the cross and died - even for those that didn't want His gift."

(author unknown)

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait!"

"Wait?', you say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming your Word.

"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

"And Lord, you promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting. . .for what?"

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want--but, you wouldn't know ME.
"You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;

You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of my Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save. . .(for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night.
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I'm doing in you!

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
And though oft may my answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT.


A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling.  It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose. Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.  The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the  burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the  eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it  in a bowl.  Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see?"

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.  He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it.  After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled  egg.  Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she  tasted its rich aroma. She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"

He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.  "

Which are you?" he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?" Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength? Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart?  Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.  If you are like the coffee bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and make things better around you. How do you handle adversity?  Are you a carrot, an egg, or coffee?

How Could God...?

Billy Graham's daughter being interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "how could God let something like this happen?" and Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response, she said "I believe that God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives, and being the gentleman that He is, I believe that He has calmly backed out.  How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"

Who Can Walk?

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls.  He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. 
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.  The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle,"Here,Dolly!" he called.  Out from the dog house and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.  The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence.  His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the dog house. Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. 
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."  With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.  In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. 
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me," I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Letter from God Concerning Women

To whom it may concern,

When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being.
When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.
But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into  man
because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over
him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so
that he could not interfere with the creativity.
From one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life. I
chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you
are meant to do. Around this one bone, I shaped you. I modeled you. I created
you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet
delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man,
his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage  will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be  
under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him.  You were taken from his
side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my perfect angel. You are
my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes
fill when  I see the virtues in your heart.
Your eyes - don't change them. Your lips - how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose,
so perfect in form. Your hands so gentle to touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest
sleep. I've held your heart close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like 
me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see me or
touch me. He could only feel me.
So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you; my 
holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support. You are special
because you are an extension of me.
Man represents my image, woman my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of
God. So man - treat women well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her,
you  hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your
own heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.
Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In
gentle quietness, show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects
his inner self.

Did you not know that as "WOMAN" you are special in God's eyes!



A Nation's Prayer

Eaton, Pylar wrote:

Dear Heavenly Father,
We are moved by the alarming news and crisis that our country is
facing. This, the greatest nation, founded in the belief that "In God We
Trust" & the "Land of the Free".   Please have mercy on those suffering,
hurting and in fear, and give wisdom & strength to those who are assisting. 
May the forces of evil be broken by your power and may we humble before
thee, our strength and refuge.  Give wisdom to all our President & our
leaders and bring your comforting peace through the power of your Holy
Spirit.  Help us here to reach to those that have been affected by this tragedy.

In the name of our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus,


God's Boxes
I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me."
I asked, God why He gave me the boxes,
the gold, and the black with the hole.
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."
We should consider all of our friends a blessing.

God's Billboards                
Here's a list of all variations of the "God Speaks" billboards. The
billboards are a simple black background with white text. No fine print or
sponsoring organization is included. These are awesome...enjoy.

    Let's meet at my house Sunday before the game. -God

   C'mon over and bring the kids.   -God

    What part of "Thou Shalt Not..." didn't you understand?   -God

    We need to talk.  -God

    Keep using my name in vain, I'll make rush hour longer.   -God

    Loved the wedding, invite me to the marriage.   -God

    That "Love Thy Neighbor" thing... I meant it.  -God

    I love you and you and you and you and...  -God

    Will the road you're on get you to my place? -God

    Follow me.  -God

    Big bang theory, you've got to be kidding. -God

    My way is the highway. -God

    Need directions? -God

    You think it's hot here? -God

    Have you read my #1 best seller? There will be a test. -God

    Do you have any idea where you're going? -God

    (And my personal favorite...)
    Don't make me come down there. -God

He has been looking forward to this mo- ment all day long.  After six days of
labor it has finally arrived- Visiting Day!  The men with the keys arrive to
swing open the large, heavy doors. The cold grey hall springs to life in the
warm glow of light. He can hardly control his emotions.
The families begin to arrive.
He peers from the corner of the room longing for the first glimpse of his
loved ones.
He lives for the weekends. He lives for these visits.  As the cars arrive, he
watches intently.
Then, finally, they arrive, for whom he would do anything.  They embrace, eat
a light lunch and reminisce about how things used to be.  At one point, they
break into singing, with interruptions of laughter and applause.  But all too
soon it is over.  A tear comes to his eyes as they depart.
Then the men with the keys close the heavy doors.  He hears the key turn in
the locks, marking the end of a special day.  There he stands, alone again.
He knows that most of his visitors will not contact him again til next week.
As the last car pulls away from the parking lot, Jesus retreats into
loneliness as He waits until next Sunday - Visiting Day.
"Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst
of them."  Matt. 18:20

New PC Prayer
Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls, Study witchcraft, and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, No word of God must reach this crowd. 
It's scary here I must confess, When chaos reigns the schools a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot; My soul please take!

He is!
He is the First and Last, the Beginning and the End!  He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all! He is the Architect of the universe and The Manager of all times. He always was, He always is, and He always will be... Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone! He was bruised and brought healing! He was pierced and eased pain! He was persecuted and brought freedom! He was dead and brought life! He is risen and brings power! He reigns and brings Peace! The world can't understand him, The armies can't defeat Him, The schools can't explain Him, and The leaders can't ignore Him. Herod couldn't kill Him,  The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and The people couldn't hold Him! Nero couldn't crush Him, Hitler couldn't silence Him, The New Age can't replace Him, and Donahue can't explain Him away! He is light, love, longevity, and Lord. He is goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God. He is Holy, Righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure. His ways are right, His word is eternal,  His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me. He is my Redeemer, He is my Savior, He is my guide, and He is my peace! He is my Joy, He is my comfort, He is my Lord, and He rules my life! I serve Him because His bond is love,  His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life. I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise, The power of the powerful,  The ancient of days, the ruler of rulers, The leader of leaders, the overseer of the overcomers, and  The sovereign Lord of all that was and is and is to come. And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size. His goal is a relationship with ME!  He will never leave me, Never forsake me,  Never mislead me, Never forget me,  Never overlook me, and Ever cancel my appointment in His appointment book! When I fall, He lifts me up! When I fail, He forgives! When I am weak, He is strong! When I am lost, He is the way! When I am afraid, He is my courage! When I stumble, He steadies me! When I am hurt, He heals me! When I am broken, He mends me! When I am blind, He leads me! When I am hungry, He feeds me! When I face trials, He is with me! When I face persecution, He shields me! When I face problems, He comforts me! When I face loss, He provides for me! When I face Death, He carries me Home! He is everything for everybody, everywhere,  Every time, and every way. He is God, He is faithful. I am His, and He is mine! My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world.  So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this...He said it and that settles it. God is in control, I am on His side, and That means all is well with my soul. Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is!

Daddy's Day by Cheryl Costello-Forshey copyright 2000
** Tissue Alert **
Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go but her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.  But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say, What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone, and that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all about a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats one by one the teacher called, a student from the class to introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed at last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shou. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends and looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak and out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away, but I know he wishes he could be with me on this day and though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know all about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart. I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart" With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd she finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star, And if he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far, but sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day and to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise a room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.