Kidney Failure...Please Pray For this young son, Chris Brown

A quick note...a very good friend of my sister's has a young son (everybody is young to me these days) who mysteriously experienced kidney failure.  Please say a quick and kind prayer for Chris Brown and his family.

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God, Our Father....

God our Father, walk through my house and take away all my worries and illnesses and please watch over and heal my family in Jesus name, Amen. 

A Baby's Love is without prejudice...

We were the only family with children in the restaurant.
I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands
on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was
bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment.
It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes
poked out of would-be shoes.

His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it
looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved
and flapped on loose wrists.

Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'

Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old
geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty
cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed.
We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire
for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay
the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot.

The old man sat poised between me and the door.
'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I
drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any
air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both
arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had
propelled himself from my arms to the man.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and
kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head
upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover
beneath his lashes.

His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and
stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes
opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice,

You take care of this baby.'

Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain.

I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my
Christmas gift.'

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was
crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God,
forgive me.'

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child
who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul,
and a mother who saw a suit of clothes.

I was a Christian who was blind,
holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking,
Are you willing to share your son for a moment?'
when He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,

'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'

My Aunt Pat's Sister needs your prayers...

Rosemary Burnett / Needs prayers

Amy Robison
Dear Family needed let everyone know Grandma is in St Joseph's in St Charles, not well and needs to be relocated to a home. Her room number is 359. I hope everyone who reads this will pass the word on, I can not leave Farmington yet to get to be with her. Yes, Gene has been there with her. Thnx

Zach Kraus...needs your prayers to give his last days comfort...

Sadly I must share with you that 16 yr old Zach Kraus from Schnecksville who we have been praying for these last few years – he’s had many complications post leukemia treatment, has had a kidney transplant, - you name it, he has gone through it – he asked to be transferred from DuPont Children’s Hospital to St. Christopher’s in Philly – where his battle began – he wants to die there.  His family is respecting his wish – they have all gathered there with him and today offered for any others who wish to see him to come down.  Please pray for this very special family as they guide Zach on his journey.  God’s peace be with them. www.carepages.com : zachskraus

Would you pray for a 2-year old with cancer?

Reposting at the request of a friend...Prayers need to go out for a FB friend's daughter Audrin King and her family. Her two year old daughter was just diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. If you see this post, even if you don't know her, God knows...Please post this to your profile for 1 hour and say a prayer for that little girl. Please and God bless you for doing it.

Please Pray for the Kekeris Family

Rick,
Please add the Kekeris Family to the prayer list.  Mary Signaigo Kekeris'
Father-in-law has recently passed.

Thanks to all,
Bob

God vs. The Atheist Professor

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. 
 'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'


'Yes sir, 'the student says.

'So you believe in God?' 

 'Absolutely.'

'Is God good?' 

 'Sure! God's good.'

 'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'


'Yes'

 'Are you good or evil?'


'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!  He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'

 'Yes sir, I would.'

 'So you're good...!' 

 'I wouldn't say that.'

 'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Can you answer that one?' 
The student remains silent. 'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. 'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?' 

 'Er..yes,' the student says.

 'Is Satan good?' 

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'

 'Then where does Satan come from?'

 The student falters. 'From God'


 'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

 'Yes, sir..'

 'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'?


'Yes'

 'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?' 


 The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'


 'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'


 The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

 The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?' 

 'No sir. I've never seen Him.'

 'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'?


'No, sir, I have not..'

 'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'


 'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

 'Yet you still believe in him?' 

 'Yes'
 'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist... What do you say to that, son?' 

 'Nothing,' the student replies.. 'I only have my faith.'


 'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

 The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such a thing as heat?'

 'Yes. 

 'And is there such a thing as cold?'

 'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.'


The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit down to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'


 Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.


 'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

 'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation.. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

 'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

 The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?' 

 'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'


 The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?' 

 'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains.. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.' 'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.' 'Now tell me, professor.. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'

 'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.' 

 'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

 The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going.  A very good semester, indeed. 

 'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'


 The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. 'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter. 'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.' 'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?

 Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I Guess you'll have to take them on faith.' 

 'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.' 

 The professor sat down.

 If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when you finished, mail to your friends and family with the title 'God vs. Science'

 PS: the student was Albert Einstein.

 Albert Einstein wrote a book titled “God vs. Science” in 1921...