THOUGHTS FOR LIFE
The greatest handicap.......................FEAR
The best day......................................TODAY
The easiest thing to do.......................FIND FAULT
Most useless asset............................PRIDE
The greatest mistake..........................GIVING UP
The greatest stumbling block..............EGOTISM
The greatest comfort............................WORK WELL DONE
The Most Disagreeable person...........THE COMPLAINER
The worst Bankruptcy..........................LOSS OF ENTHUSIASM
The greatest need................................COMMON SENSE
The meanest feeling.............................REGRET ANOTHER'S SUCCESS
The best gift..........................................FORGIVENESS
The greatest moment............................DEATH
The greatest knowledge........................GOD
The greatest thing in the world..............LOVE
NO TIME ????
I knelt down to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
Must hurry off and get to work,
for bills would soon be due.
And so I said a hurried prayer,
While I jumped up from my knees.
My christian duty was now done,
My soul could now rest with ease.
All through the day, I had no-time
To speak a word of cheer.
No-time to speak of Christ to friends,
They would laugh at me I feared.
No-time, No-time, I had so much to do,
that was my constant cry.
No-time to give to those in need.
At last, It was time to die.
And when before the Lord I came,
I stood with down cast eyes.
Within his hands, he held a book.
It was the "Book of Life."
He looked into the book and said
"Your name I can not find"
"I once was going to write it down.
but never found the time."
To make it possible for everyone to attend church next Sunday, we are
going to have a special "No Excuse Sunday".
Cots will be placed in the foyer for those who say, "Sunday is my only day to sleep in."
There will be a special section with lounge chairs who feel that our pews are too hard.
Eye drops will be available for those with tired eyes from watching T.V. late
We will have steel helmets for those who say " The roof would cave in if I ever came to church."
Blankets will be furnished for those who think the church is too cold and fans for those who say it is too hot.
Score cards will be available for those who wish to list the hypocrites present.
Relatives and friends will be in attendance for those who can't go to church and cook dinner, too.
We will distribute "Stamp Out Stewardship" buttons for those who feel that church is always asking for money.
One section will be devoted to trees and grass for those who like to seek God in nature.
Doctors and nurses will be in attendance for those who plan to be sick on Sunday.
The sanctuary will be decorated with both Christmas poinsettias and Easter lilies for those who never have seen the church without them.
We will provide hearing aids for those who can't hear the preacher and cotton for those who say he is to loud.
No more excuses left for not attending church next Sunday.......
To a Personal enemy - Give forgiveness
To a friend - Give your heart
To your child - Give a good example
To yourself _ Give respect
To all men _ Give Charity
Children are the Flowers in the Garden of Life
Children are the Apple of God's eye and the Core of Life
Mothers of little boys work from SON up till SON down
IT'S UP TO YOU.....
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must search journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know whats true.
One life can make the difference,
You see, its up to you
If Jesus came to your house
to spend a day or two
If He came unexpected
I wonder what you would do.
Would you have to change
your clothes before you let him in?
Or hide the magizines,
and put Bibles where they had been?
Would you hide your wordly
music, and put some song books out.
Could you just let Jesus in
or would you rush about?
Would you wish you hadn't
uttered that last loud hasty word,
and hope "He" hadn't heard.
I wonder, would you go on doing
the things you usually do,
and would you go on saying
the things you usually say?
Would life continue as it does
from day to day?
Would you take Jesus with you
everywhere you go?
Or would you change your
plans for just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him
meet your very closest friends,
Or would you wish they'd stay
away until his visit ends.
oh I know you'd serve your finest
meal to such an honered guest.
And I know that your table
would look it's very best.
Would you find it easy to say a
meal time prayer?
Or would you hang your head in
shame and wish he wasn't there?
Would you be glad to have him
stay forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great
releif when at last he'd gone?
It might be interesting to know
the things that you would do
If Jesus came to Your house
to spend a day or two.
What Do Women Do All Day?
Every minute, to and fro,
That's the way my hours go;
Bring me this, and take me that,
Feed the dog, take out the cat.
Standing up, I eat my toast,
Drink my coffee, thaw the roast.
Empty the garbage, make the bed,
Rush to church, then wash my head.
Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,
Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors;
Scour the bathtub, then myself;
Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves.
Eat my sandwich on the run...
Now my afternoon's begun.
To the baseball game I go,
When will there be time to sew?
Meet the teacher, stop the fight,
See the dentist, fly the kite.
Help with homework, do the wash,
Iron the clothes, put on the squash.
Shop for groceries, cash a check,
Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck;
Dinner time it soon will be,
"What's for dinner?" they ask,
Wait and see.
Dirty dishes crowd the sink,
Next there's popcorn, then a drink.
Will they never go to bed?
Will I ever get ahead?
"Bring me water." "Get the light."
Turn off the TV, lock the bike.
"Where's my pillow?" "Hear my prayers."
"Did you lock the door downstairs?"
At last in bed, my spouse and I,
Too tired to move, too weak to cry.
But e'er I doze, I hear him say,
"What do women do all day?"
~Marshall H. Hart~
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray thee Lord my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at
and what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!
~ RULES FOR BEING HUMAN ~
You will receive a body.
You may like it or hate it,
but it's yours to keep
for the entire period.
You will learn lessons.
You are enrolled in a full-time,
informal school called life.
There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial, error
The "failed" experiments are as much
a part of the process as the experiments
that ultimately "work".
Lessons are repeated until they are learned.
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms
until you have learned it.
When you have learned it,
you can go on to the next lesson.
Learning lessons does not end.
There is no part of life that doesn't
contain it's lessons.
If you're alive,
there are still lessons to be learned.
"There" is no better than "here".
When your "there" has become "here",
you will simply obtain another "there"
that will again look better than "here".
Other people are merely mirrors of you.
You can not love or hate something
about another person unless it reflects to you
something you love or hate about yourself.
What you make of your life is up to you.
You have all the tools and resources you need.
What you do with them is up to you.
The choice is yours.
~Dr. Cherie Carter-Scott~
Flowers always grow in the garden of hope
To the ARTIST He is the One Altogether Lovely.
To the ARCHITECT He is the Chief Corner Stone.
To the BAKER He is the Living Bread.
To the BANKER He is the Hidden Treasure.
To the BIOLOGIST He is the Life.
To the BUILDER He is the Sure Foundation.
To the CARPENTER He is the Door.
To the DOCTOR He is the Great Physician.
To the EDUCATOR He is the Great Teacher.
To the ENGINEER He is the New and Living Way.
To the FLORIST He is the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.
To the GEOLOGIST He is the Rock of Ages.
To the HORTICULTURIST He is the True Vine.
To the JUDGE He is the Righteous Judge, Judge of All Men.
To the JEWELER He is the Pearl of Great Price.
To the LAWYER He is the Counselor, the Lawgiver, the Advocate.
To the NEWSPAPER He is the Good Tidings of Great Joy.
To the OCULIST He is the Light of the Eyes.
To the PHILANTHROPIST He is the Unspeakable Gift.
To the PHILOSOPHER He is the Wisdom of God.
To the PREACHER He is the Word of God.
To the SCULPTOR He is the Living Stone.
To the SERVANT He is the Good Master.
To the STATESMAN He is the Desire of All Nations.
To the STUDENT He is the Incarnate Truth.
To the THEOLOGIAN He is the Author and Finisher of our Faith.
To the TOILER He is the Giver of Rest.
To the SINNER He is the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of the World.
To the CHRISTIAN He is the Son of the Living God, the Savior, the Redeemer and the Lord.
THE CROSS ROOM
The young man was at the end of his rope.
Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer.
"Lord, I can't go on," he said.
"I have too heavy a cross to bear."
The Lord replied,
"My son, if you can't bear it's weight,
just place your cross inside this room.
Then open another door and pick any cross you wish."
The man was filled with relief.
"Thank you, Lord,"
he sighed, and did as he was told.
As he looked around the room he saw many different crosses;
some so large the tops were not visible.
Then he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall.
"I'd like that one, Lord,"
he whispered. And the Lord replied,
"My son, that's the cross you brought in."