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- October 21, 2008 at 8:09 am#212115TiffanyParticipant
Quote (Nick Hassan @ Oct. 21 2008,09:43) life survivors hardened travellers freed from torment by their pain
youthful exuberance departed acceptance replaced ambition
worn down by persistent failures knowing fun and laughter is gain
self is sidelined others importance giving better that receiving
resting from their own endeavours finding that current carries on
lifting guiding using blessing reaping surging towards life eternal
Wonderful Sweet Endeavoures our Son's Sweet Bakery Goods.
Oh, ja that's right!!!!!!
You would have to come to Cincinnati, Ohio and then to Fairfield, Ohio.Peace and Love Irene
October 21, 2008 at 9:16 am#212113charityParticipantQuote (Tiffany @ Oct. 21 2008,20:09) Quote (Nick Hassan @ Oct. 21 2008,09:43) life survivors hardened travellers freed from torment by their pain
youthful exuberance departed acceptance replaced ambition
worn down by persistent failures knowing fun and laughter is gain
self is sidelined others importance giving better that receiving
resting from their own endeavours finding that current carries on
lifting guiding using blessing reaping surging towards life eternal
Wonderful Sweet Endeavoures our Son's Sweet Bakery Goods.
Oh, ja that's right!!!!!!
You would have to come to Cincinnati, Ohio and then to Fairfield, Ohio.Peace and Love Irene
ymmm….October 21, 2008 at 9:18 am#212114charityParticipantcopy;
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.'
October 21, 2008 at 9:08 pm#212111NickHassanParticipantburdened servants searching, seeing vast hordes of unrepentant men
whip themselves as failures for not trying to reach out to all of them
not realising that few can choose, the road is narrow, hard and none
will listen unless first the finger of God reaches to and touches them
the gospel is our work to share but not all that deeper mercy brings
and underneath the everlasting arms to catch the ignorant but loving
who will meet the higher standards yet and will pass heaven's testOctober 21, 2008 at 9:29 pm#212112NickHassanParticipantgoats are hard to manage, delightful vagrants of the earth
they're feisty, independant and will eat almost anything
yet man makes religious boundaries to meet their every need
sheep however can be led, will know their master's voice
their security is their insecurity without the rod and staff.October 21, 2008 at 11:10 pm#212110charityParticipantThe Kingdom of God is alive in the hearts while others a consumed with the Law of self need
the full price is requiredCopy;
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady return ed and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white ro se in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
October 22, 2008 at 2:49 am#212124NickHassanParticipantwhat have i done to meet this fate have i not been righteous
poor job found man's view didn't quite align with heaven's gaze
he thought his behaviours merited a pleasant walk through life
and only sinners suffered for their wicked and irreligious ways
what of this man what caused his blindness him or his parents
again the answer unexpected,so Jesus could make him healed
get down you fool begin at the place where Job was finally met
we have nothing are owed nothing submit and all will be wellOctober 22, 2008 at 7:47 pm#212118NickHassanParticipantwhen the heroes are the actors what hope does a society have
professional liars highly paid to say and be what they are not
how can truth survive when fantasy and folly are the glory of man
images replacing people, passionate imaginations hotly pursued
all these things just hide the awful doubts that separate us all
from the living God Who waits for those prepared to face the dayOctober 22, 2008 at 8:58 pm#212123charityParticipantQuote Nick; from the living God Who waits for those prepared to face the day
2000 yrs ago they decided to predict a Day to Dom to hope in?
When did God change his mind?
the other option to consider is…
that day shall never arrive, and all that have faith in another s destruction shall perish wearied for waiting?.Ecc 4:16 [There is] no end of all the people, [even] of all that have been before them: they also that come after shall not rejoice in him. Surely this also [is] vanity and vexation of spirit.
Ecc 12:12 And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books [there is] no end; and much study [is] a weariness of the flesh.October 22, 2008 at 10:14 pm#212119charityParticipantBaled Hay
“Wheels of baled hay bask in October sun:
Gold circles strewn across the sloping field,
They seem arranged as if each one
Has found its place; together they appeal
To some glimpsed order in my mind
Preceding my chance pausing here —
A randomness that also seems designed.
Gold circles strewn across the sloping field
Evoke a silence deep as my deep fear
Of emptiness; I feel the scene requires
A listener who can respond with words, yet who
Prolongs the silence that I still desire,
Relieved as clacking crows come flashing through,
Whose blackness shows chance radiance of fire.
Yet stillness in the field remains for everyone:
Wheels of baled hay bask in October sun.”
– Robert PackOctober 22, 2008 at 10:19 pm#212120NickHassanParticipantthe great and terrible day of the lord has been predicted
without manifestation since the days he walked the earth
but the only day we know is the day called today when we
can choose to serve heaven or rather serve just ourselves
for the muses and the sages only want more life control but
therin is the myth, watch and wait, keep your lamp suppliedOctober 22, 2008 at 10:24 pm#212121charityParticipantHonest harvesting
“Harvest home, harvest home!
We've plowed, we've sowed
We've reaped, we've mowed
And brought safe home
Every load.
-unkown“Withered vines, gnarled trees, twilight crows,
river flowing beneath the little bridge,
past someone's home.
The wind blows from the west
where the sun sets, it blows
across the ancient road,
across the bony horse,
across the despairing man
who stands at heaven's edge.”
– Ma Chih-Yuan“A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me–a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic–or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.”
– Denise LevertovOctober 22, 2008 at 10:29 pm#212122NickHassanParticipantbe established planted rooted deep, but then stop and listen
wait for if we choose heaven's rest we desist our own works
no useful toils by our insights will help the kingdom awaken
but tiny works in His big plan can move even mighty mountainsOctober 23, 2008 at 1:41 am#212084NickHassanParticipantlet peace reign within your heart as your mind is redisposed
to service in the kingdom no such servant need ever stress
for needs are met and blessings follow you every passing day
for joy abounds and answers come before we think to pray
enough spare change to help His friends we pass along the wayOctober 23, 2008 at 2:10 am#212085NickHassanParticipantfaith is enough obedience blesses we cannot improve the gift
by struggling striving daily as if we needed to convince ourselves
that salvation could be earned by extraordinary efforts of men
we should know peace is what guides our feet along the pathOctober 23, 2008 at 2:23 am#212087NickHassanParticipantfear of failure, fear that drives, fear that cannot dare change
is not from the throne of heaven faith needs to be challenged
a voice behind this is the way walk here, yet cannot be heard
if we are busily beavering, stop, rather abhor the plans of menOctober 23, 2008 at 2:39 am#212086NickHassanParticipantknowledge is vanity, understanding just a glimpse
but the deeper answers are of faith and of grace
both are freely supplied when they are sought so
let not our epitaph be that we knew lots of stuff
and it formed a fine picture but we wasted it for
we didn't climb that ladder to reach heaven's doorOctober 23, 2008 at 3:08 am#212088NickHassanParticipantfaith establishes, gives confidence, it sets the captives free
but freedom's challenges are too much for some folk today
give me rules and regulations write a regime hard and cruel
make me hated and despised let me whip myself each day
for my martyrdom speaks volumes now I cannot be ignored
then I know you will be pleased with me, my works will say
I have tried my very best and I have obeyed all those laws
I am serious about religion, I have served, I deserve full pay
I could not stand waiting for a task appointed, too insecure
but did you hear him calling to you, stop working and parlayOctober 23, 2008 at 3:34 am#212089NickHassanParticipantif you take the parts of scripture that conflict with our fine doctrine
and take another look you'll see they cannot be taken just as read
so we remove them from the bible and put them in this allegory bin
then immediately it will manifest that we were right, just as we saidOctober 23, 2008 at 8:09 pm#212090NickHassanParticipantHe spoke to men in parables and then explained them to his friends
and now men have taken on themselves to parabolise everything
if you call it just a symbol and then you need not believe it as truth
but what is written cannot teach us if you treat it with such abuse - AuthorPosts
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