Random wisdom and platitudes - the fuzzy ones
One thing I've noticed with all chain letters, the fuzzy-inspirational kind anyway, is a sneaky, pervading hope that is very annoying. It's hard to explain, but something about the way they're written just rubs me mildly the wrong way. Any thoughts on this? What causes it, or what about the writing style is so annoying? Send them to me.
The New School Prayer
Now I sit me down in school
An Interview with God
I dreamed I had an interview with God.
"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?"
"If you have the time," I said. God smiled and said: "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything what questions do you have in mind to ask me?"
"What surprises you most about mankind?"
That they lose their health to make money
That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present,
That they live as if they will never die,
God's hands took mine and we were silent for while and then I asked...
"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?"
God replied with a smile:
To learn that what is most valuable
To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.
To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most,
To learn that it only takes a few seconds
To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.
To learn that there are persons that love them dearly,
To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.
To learn that two people can look at the same thing
To learn that a true friend in someone who knows everything about them...
To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others,
I sat there for awhile enjoying the moment. I thanked Him for his time and for all that He has done for me and my family, and He replied, "Anytime. I'm here 24 hours a day. All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer."
People will forget what you said.
A Beautiful Prayer
I asked God to take away my pain.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
I asked God to grant me patience.
I asked God to give me happiness.
I asked God to spare me pain.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.
Uh, self-explanitory. Good story, but it reminds us of the same thing as all the others I've read. One's ok, but when shoud one move on to other things? When do we get to apply all this love, mercy, and grace stuff?
The price of freedom
There once was a man named George Thomas, a pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old birdcage, and set it by the pulpit. Several 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. 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 then?"
"Oh, I got some cats. 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!"
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 birdcage 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.
"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. 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."
"How much do you want for them?"
"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!!"
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your tears, and all your blood."
Jesus paid the price. The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.
Some interesting thoughtsFunny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
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?
Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).
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.
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.
FUNNY, 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?
Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.
Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.
Let's continue praying for one another.
A Militairy Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed. Happy Holidays!