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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 1:25 pm
I figure we can post forwards here. I hate sending forwards on, but i do like to read the serious ones, although some of the funny ones are pretty cool. So post them here, if you want to.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 1:34 pm
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr.. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly
remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him.
I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the
fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important..Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was
exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every
piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was
'the thing I value most, '" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the
house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured
someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get
some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and
looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was
difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr Harold
Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package There inside
was the gold box and an envelope Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.
It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the
letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked
the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time." Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away." Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
* At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
* At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
* A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't know you.
* Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
* You mean the world to someone.
* If not for you, someone may not be living.
* You are special and unique.
* When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
* When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
* When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
* Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
* Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
* If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:37 pm
Thats really cool...Anyway this forward is called 14 things a man can do while his wife is taking her time. Its only 13 cause there was one that might not have abided with 13+ rule.
01.Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5 minutesintervals.
02. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the ladies toilet.
03. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone:'Code 3 in Housewares... and see what happens.
04. Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on credit.
05. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
06. Set-up a tent in the Camping Department and tell other shoppers
you are sleeping over and invite them in if they bring pillows from the Bedding Department.
07. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask:"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"
08. Look right into the security camera, use it as a mirror and pick
your nose.
09. While handling large knives in the Kitchen Dept, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are located.
10. Dart around the store suspiciously, while loudly humming the
theme from Mission Impossible.
11. Hide in a clothing rack . . . and when people browse through, say:
"PICK ME!!! PICK ME!!!"
12. When an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, hit the floor
and assume the fetal position and scream "NO!...It's those voices
again!!!"
13. Go into a fitting room, shut the door and wait a while... then
yell loudly: "There's no toilet paper in here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 11:56 pm
((LMAO! xp Icy-I am going to do 1,5,6,6(i wanna do that a couple of times),6,7,10,11 xp 11 xp all of those next time I visit K-mart!-maybe i will fish in the women's department with some pro fishing rods razz ! razz ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:16 pm
As a holder of a St Johns First Aid certificate, I feel I am perfectly qualified to annoy you all with this very important announcement
During a BBQ a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured
everyone that she was fine (they offered to call
paramedics) and just
tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned
up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken
up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's
husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken
to the hospital - (at 6:00pm, Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a
stroke at the BBQ - had they known how to identify the signs of a
stroke perhaps Ingrid would be with us today.
It only takes a minute to read this-
Recognizing a Stroke
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within
3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally.
He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed and getting
to the patient within 3 hours, which is tough.
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify.
Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke
vitim may suffer brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize
the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three
simple questions:
1. *Ask the individual to SMILE.
2. *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
3. *Ask the person to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE
(Coherently) ( i.e. . . It is
sunny out today)
If he or she has trouble with any of these tasks, call 000 or
112 on
your mobile
immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
After discovering that a group of non-medical volunteers could
identify facial weakness, arm weakness and speech problems,
researchers urged the general public to learn the three questions.
They presented their conclusions at the American Stroke Association's
annual meeting last February. Widespread use of this test could
result in prompt diagnosis and treatment of the stroke and prevent
brain damage.
A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10
people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.
BE A FRIEND AND SHARE THIS ARTICLE WITH AS MANY FRIENDS AS POSSIBLE,
You could save their lives.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 1:24 pm
Some examples of why the human race has probably evolved as far
as possible. These are actual instruction labels on consumer goods...
On Sears hairdryer:
Do not use while sleeping.
(Gee, that's the only time I have to work on my hair!)
On a bag of Fritos:
You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(The shoplifter special!)
On a bar of Dial soap:
Directions: Use like regular soap.
(and that would be how?)
On some Swann frozen dinners:
Serving suggestion: Defrost.
(But it's 'just' a suggestion!)
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)
Do not turn upside down.
(Too late! you lose!)
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
Product will be hot after heating.
(Are you sure? Let's experiment.)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
Do not iron clothes on body.
(But wouldn't that save more time?)
On Boot's Children's cough medicine:
Do not drive car or operate machinery.
(We could do a lot to reduce the construction accidents if we just keptthose 5 year olds off those fork lifts.)
On Nytol sleep aid:
Warning: may cause drowsiness.
(One would hope!)
On a Korean kitchen knife:
Warning: keep out of children.
(hmm...something must have gotten lost in the translation...)
On a string of Christmas lights:
For indoor or outdoor use only.
(As opposed to use in outer space.)
On a food processor:
Not to be used for the other use.
(Now I'm curious.)
On Sainsbury's peanuts:
Warning: contains nuts.
(but no peas?)
The instructions to remove the Xbox 360's harddrive are on a sticker inside the console, behind where the harddrive is removed from.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 7:05 pm
((LMAO Icy-OMFG, I want that Korean knife xp ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 6:34 am
Quote: On packaging for a Rowenta iron: Do not iron clothes on body. (But wouldn't that save more time?) I've always thought it might. Tried it once, got this awesome burn on my finger. Didn't try it again, though i have been tempted to more then once. You know, when you put it on and find you've missed a spot?
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 12:47 am
Lol, I do. I really, really do. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 1:26 am
This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug
charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail.
As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as
she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from
jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.
Please keep praying for People to understand.
This thing is worse than any of us realize...
My Name: "Is Meth"
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to, just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 1:52 am
((That's really sad...))
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 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.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:23 pm
Just got this one from the mother: Subject: FW: KEEP PLAYING From: "Camilla Choake"
Date: Tue, December 6, 2005 12:06 pm
To: gareth@devfiles.net (more)
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>From: "Kerrie Morgan"
>To: "Terry Kelly" , "Camilla Choake"
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>Subject: FW: KEEP PLAYING
>Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2005 10:45:51 +1100
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>THE CONCERT
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>When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the
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>Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at
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>"Keep playing."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 6:35 am
I like that one. I had tears in my eyes, i think i've heard some of it before, but not the bit after the story about the boy and the master.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:26 am
O.o crying That is a good one...
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 8:48 pm
Read only if you have time for God
Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.
When I received this e-mail, I thought...
I don't have time for this... And, this is inappropriate.
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is...
Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...
Maybe, Sunday night...
And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness...
And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
Because... That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.
May God forgive me for ever thinking...
That... there is a time or place where..
HE is not to be FIRST in my life.
We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this...
Please follow the directions.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
Not ashamed?
Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!!
Yes, I do Love God. HE is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But - I can do all things through HIM who strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)
This is the simplest test.
If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the
marvelous things HE has done for you...
Send this to as many people as you know. It's hard to find many friends that believe in God, and that would also in turn send this message again. But the question is, DO YOU BELIEVE?
THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in His hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Make sure that you scroll through to the end.
Easy vs. Hard
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church but
Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian book, but yet so easy to read one that is "controversial", "eye-opening" and talks about the devil?
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the meaningless ones that promise us happy lives and our biggest crush to propose?
Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?
Do you give up?
Think about it
Are you going to forward this, or delete it?
Just remember-God is watching you and He will always love you.
The Prayer Wheel - Let's see the devil stop this one!
Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you....
That's all you have to do....
There is nothing attached....
This is so powerful....
Do not stop the wheel, please....
Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one....
There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!
May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?
There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.
Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"
"Just some old birds," came the reply.
What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered.
"I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation
Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.
Note: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. Or is it scary?
Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).
Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?
Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.
Are you laughing?
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