Monday, April 4, 2011

If the Bible were your cell phone...

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 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 two more things.
 
You never have to worry about the battery dying, it has eternal life.

And unlike our cell  phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being
 
Disconnected because Jesus already paid the  bill. 

Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities? And no dropped calls!

When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you!
 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

ProLife...pretty basic stuff...


A worried woman went to her gynecologist and  said: 'Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help!  My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again.  I don't want  kids so close together.



So the doctor said: 'Ok and what do you want me to do?' 

She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm  counting on your help with this.' 

The doctor thought for a little,  and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better  solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.' 

She  smiled. Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take  care 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms.

Monday, March 21, 2011



Freedom and Jeff

Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken
wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way
even after surgery, it was broken in 4
places.  She's my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken. She was
emaciated and covered in lice. We made the
decision to give her a chance at life, so I took
her to the vets office.  From then
on, I was always around her. We had her in a
huge dog carrier with the top off,  and it
was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to
lay in.  I used to sit and talk to her,
urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay
there looking at me with those big brown eyes.
We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still
couldn't stand. It got to the point where the
decision was made to euthanize her if she
couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't
want to cross that line between torture and
rehab, and it looked like death was
winning.  She was going to be put
down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in
on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go
to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't
bear the thought of her being euthanized; 
but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone
was grinning from ear to ear. I went
immediately back to her cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful
eagle.  She was ready to live.  I was
just about in tears by then.  That
was a very good day. 

We knew she could never fly,  so the director
asked me to glove train her. I got her used to
the glove, and then to jesses,  and we
started doing education programs for schools in
western Washington. 
   We wound up in the newspapers,
radio (believe it or not) and some
TV.   Miracle Pets even did a show
about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with
non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I had stage 3,
which is not good (one major organ plus
everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of
chemo.  Lost the hair - the whole
bit.  I missed a lot of work. When I
felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey
and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would
also come to me in my dreams and help me fight
the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000, the day after
Thanksgiving.  I went in for my last
checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not
all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last
option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they
did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for
the results.  I went in Monday, and I was
told that all the cancer was gone.

So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and
take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty
and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her
up, and we went out front to the top of the
hill.  I hadn't said a word to
Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me
and wrapped both her wings around me to where I
could feel them pressing in on my back 
(I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she
touched my nose with her beak and stared into my
eyes, and we just stood there like that
for I don't know how long.  That was a
magic moment.  We have been soul mates ever
since she came in.  This is a very special bird.

On a side note:  I have had people who
were sick come up to us when we are out, and
Freedom has some kind of hold on
them.  I once had a guy who was
terminal come up to us and I let him hold
her.  His knees just about buckled and he
swore he could feel her power course through his
body. I have so many stories like that..

I never forget the honor I have of being so close
to such a magnificent spirit as
Freedom.

Hope you  enjoy this.
Jeff
 

Monday, March 7, 2011

Please Pray for Georgette's Elderly Mom...

Dear faithful...I just was speaking to a business associate who just returned from helping her 78 year old mother deal with being burglarized.  Fortunately her mother, who lives at home alone, was not home when the teenagers...seeking pharmaceuticals and money raided her home.

Please say a prayer for this elderly person...and for the elderly we all know...that they live a peaceful life going forward.

Thanks,
RGB

St. Martin of Tours


The Episode of the Cloak

The Charity of St. Martin, by Jean Fouquet
While Martin was still a soldier at Samarobriva (modern Amiens) he experienced the vision that became the most-repeated story about his life. He was at the gates of the city of Samarobriva with his soldiers when he met a scantily dressed beggar. He impulsively cut his own military cloak in half and shared it with the beggar. That night Martin dreamed of Jesus wearing the half-cloak he had given away. He heard Jesus say to the angels: "Here is Martin, the Roman soldier who is not baptised; he has clad me." (Sulpicius, ch 2). In another story, when Martin woke his cloak was restored, and the miraculous cloak was preserved among the relic collection of the Merovingian kings of the Franks.
St Martin and the Beggar, by El Greco, ca. 1597-99 (National Gallery of Art, Washington)
The dream confirmed Martin in his piety and he was baptized at the age of 18.[3] He served in the military for another two years until, just before a battle with the Gauls at Borbetomagus (nowWorms, Germany) in 336, Martin determined that his faith prohibited him from fighting, saying, "I am a soldier of Christ. I cannot fight." He was charged with cowardice and jailed, but in response to the charge, he volunteered to go unarmed to the front of the troops. His superiors planned to take him up on the offer, but before they could, the invaders sued for peace, the battle never occurred, and Martin was released from military service.[4]
Martin declared his vocation and made his way to the city of Caesarodunum (now Tours), where he became a disciple of Hilary of Poitiers, a chief proponent of Trinitarian Christianity, opposing theArianism of the Imperial Court. When Hilary was forced into exile from Pictavium (now Poitiers), Martin returned to Italy, converting an Alpine brigand on the way, according to his biographerSulpicius Severus, and confronting the Devil himself. Returning from Illyria, he was confronted by the Arian archbishop of Milan Auxentius, who expelled him from the city. According to the early sources, he decided to seek shelter on the island then called Gallinaria, now Isola d'Albenga, in the Ligurian Sea, where he lived the solitary life of a hermit.

Friday, March 4, 2011

UNEMPLOYED GRADUATE...a message for all of us



An unemployed graduate woke up one morning and checked his pocket. All he had left was $10. He decided to use it to buy food and then wait for death as he was too proud to go begging. He was frustrated as he could find no job, and nobody was ready to help him.

He bought food and as he sat down to eat, an old man and two little children came along and asked him to help them with food as they had not eaten for almost a week. He looked at them. They were so lean that he could see their bones coming out. Their eyes had gone into the socket. With the last bit of compassion he had, he gave them the food. The old man and children prayed that God would bless and prosper him and then gave him a very old coin .  The young graduate said to them "you need
 
prayer more than I do". 

With no money, no job, no food, the young graduate went under the bridge to rest and wait for death.  As he was about to sleep, he saw a newspaper on the ground.  He picked it up, and suddenly he saw an advertisement for people with old coins to come to a certain address.

He decided to go there with the old coin the old man gave him. On getting to the place, he gave the proprietor the coin. The proprietor screamed, brought out a big book and showed the young graduate a photograph. This same old coin was worth 3 million dollars. The young graduate was overjoyed as the proprietor gave him a bank draft for 3 million dollars within an hour.  He collected the Bank Draft and went in search of the old man and little children.

By the time he got to where he left them eating, they had gone.  He asked the owner of the canteen if he knew them.  He said no but they left a note for you.  He quickly opened the note thinking it would lead him to find them.

This is what the note said: "You gave us your all and we have rewarded you back with the coin," signed God the Father , The Son and The Holy Ghost . 1 Kings 17:10 -16; Matthew 11:28 -30
 

PRAYER:
 

Heavenly Father, most Gracious and Loving God,
I pray to you that You abundantly Bless my family and me. I know that You recognize, that a family is more than just a mother, father, sister, brother husband and wife, but all who believe and trust in You.

Father, I send up a prayer request for financial blessing for not only the person who sent this to me, but for me and all that I have forwarded this message on to.  And that the power of joined prayer by those who believe and trust in You is more powerful than anything.

I thank You in advance for your blessings.
Father God, deliver the person reading this right now and those who will read it in the near future from debt and debt burdens. Release your Godly wisdom that I may be a good steward over all that You have given me Father, for I know how wonderful and mighty You are and how if we just obey You and walk in Your word and have the faith of a mustard seed that You will pour out blessings.
I thank You now Lord for the recent blessings I have received and for the blessings yet to come Because I know You are not done with me yet.
In Jesus name, I pray,
Amen 






Sunday, February 27, 2011

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.

Thanks...
RGB

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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. 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

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

Saturday, February 5, 2011

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

Friday, February 4, 2011

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.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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...