CELL PHONE vs. BIBLE

I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat
our cell phone?
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to our kids as gifts?
What if we used it when we traveled?
What if we used it in case of emergency?

This is something to make you go....hmm...where IS my Bible

Oh, and one more thing. Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our
Bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill. And no dropped calls!

Another Favorite Prayer of Grandma's

PRAYER TO THE HOLY SPIRIT

COME, Holy Spirit.
Replace the tension within me with a
holy relaxation.
Replace the turbulence within me with
a sacred calm.
Replace the anxiety within me with a
quiet confidence.
Replace the fear within me with a
strong faith.
Replace the bitterness within me with
the sweetness of grace.
Replace the coldness within me with
a loving warmth.
Replace the night within me with
Your day.
Replace the winter within me with
Your spring.
Straighten my crookedness,
Fill my emptiness,
Dull the edge of my pride.
Sharpen the edge of my humility,
Light the fires of my love.
Quench the flames of my lust.
Let me see myself as You see me,
That I may see You as You have
promised me,
And be healed according to Your word.

Fr. Tom Duff. OSM

Crabby Old Man

CRABBY OLD MAN

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near
Tampa, Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they
found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that
copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One
nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity
has since appeared in the edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis
Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made
based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now
the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking.... ..when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ....not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ......with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice .the things that you do.
And forever is losing ............ .. a sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not......... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ....... the long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse......you' re not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am ....... as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ......as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten....with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen ..........with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. ..........a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ........my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows........ that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now ......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ........ and a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ....... my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ......... with ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons ........have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me......to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ........... babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me .......... my wife is now dead.
I look at the future ........... .I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ........young of their own.
And I think of the years...... and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man......... and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool
The body, it crumbles.... ......grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone...... where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass ...... a young guy still dwells,
And now and again .........my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys........ ..... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living...... .... ...life over again.

I think of the years all too few......gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact........ that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ...........open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see. .......ME! !