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Volume 15 / Issue 4 / Date 4th Quarter 2006 *
In this
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[A Different
Christmas Poem]
[Christian
One-Liners]
[Interesting Facts - That May Be True]
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1.
A Different Christmas Poem!
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out there!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
Source:
DON'T LET YOUR WORRIES GET THE BEST OF YOU, REMEMBER, MOSES STARTED OUT AS A
BASKET CASE
MANY FOLKS WANT TO SERVE GOD, BUT ONLY AS ADVISERS.
IT IS EASIER TO PREACH TEN SERMONS THAN IT IS TO LIVE ONE.
THE GOOD LORD DIDN'T CREATE ANYTHING WITHOUT A PURPOSE, BUT MOSQUITOES COME
CLOSE.
WHEN YOU GET TO YOUR WIT'S END, YOU'LL FIND GOD LIVES THERE.
PEOPLE ARE FUNNY; THEY WANT THE FRONT OF THE BUS, THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD,
AND THE BACK OF THE CHURCH.
OPPORTUNITY MAY KNOCK ONCE, BUT TEMPTATION BANGS ON YOUR FRONT DOOR FOREVER.
QUIT GRIPING ABOUT YOUR CHURCH; IF IT WAS PERFECT, YOU COULDN'T BELONG.
IF THE CHURCH WANTS A BETTER PASTOR, IT ONLY NEEDS TO PRAY FOR THE ONE IT
HAS.
GOD HIMSELF DOES NOT PROPOSE TO JUDGE A MAN UNTIL HE IS DEAD. SO WHY SHOULD
YOU?
SOME MINDS ARE LIKE CONCRETE, THOROUGHLY MIXED UP AND PERMANENTLY SET.
PEACE STARTS WITH A SMILE.
A LOT OF CHURCH MEMBERS WHO ARE SINGING "STANDING ON THE PROMISES" ARE JUST
SITTING ON THE PREMISES.
WE WERE CALLED TO BE WITNESSES, NOT LAWYERS OR JUDGES.
BE YE FISHERS OF MEN. YOU CATCH THEM. HE'LL CLEAN THEM.
COINCIDENCE IS WHEN GOD CHOOSES TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS.
DON'T PUT A QUESTION MARK WHERE GOD PUT A PERIOD.
DON'T WAIT FOR 6 STRONG MEN TO TAKE YOU TO CHURCH.
FORBIDDEN FRUITS CREATE MANY JAMS.
GOD DOESN'T CALL THE QUALIFIED, HE QUALIFIES THE CALLED.
GOD GRADES ON THE CROSS, NOT THE CURVE.
GOD LOVES EVERYONE, BUT PROBABLY PREFERS "FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT" OVER
"RELIGIOUS NUTS!"
GOD PROMISES A SAFE LANDING, NOT A CALM PASSAGE.
HE WHO ANGERS YOU, CONTROLS YOU!
IF GOD IS YOUR COPILOT - SWAP SEATS!
PRAYER: DON'T GIVE GOD INSTRUCTIONS -- JUST REPORT FOR DUTY!
THE TASK AHEAD OF US IS NEVER AS GREAT AS THE POWER BEHIND US.
THE WILL OF GOD WILL NEVER TAKE YOU TO WHERE THE GRACE OF GOD WILL NOT
PROTECT YOU.
WE DON'T CHANGE THE MESSAGE, THE MESSAGE CHANGES US.
YOU CAN TELL HOW BIG A PERSON IS BY WHAT IT TAKES TO DISCOURAGE HIM.
"GOD, BLESS MY FRIENDS READING THIS IN WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU KNOW THEY
NEED"
Source: Anonymous, 11/2006
In the 1400's a law was set forth in England that a man was allowed to beat
his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of
thumb".
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Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen
Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English
language.
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The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and
Wilma Flintstone.
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Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the U.S. Treasury.
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Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.
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Coca-Cola was originally green.
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It is impossible to lick your elbow.
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The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska
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The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% (now get this...)
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The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
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The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $6,400
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The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour:
61,000
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Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.
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The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.
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The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.
Source: Anonymous, 11/2006
Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."
This verse puzzled some men in a Bible study and they wondered what this
statement meant about the character and nature of God.
One of the men offered to find out the process of refining silver and get
back to the group at their next Bible Study.
That week, the man called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him
at work. He didn't mention anything about the reason for his interest beyond
his curiosity about the process of refining silver.
As he watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and
let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the
silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn
away all the impurities.
The man thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then he thought
again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of
silver." He asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in
front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.
The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver,
but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the
fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be
destroyed.
The man was silent for a moment. Then he asked the silversmith, "How do you
know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at him and answered, "Oh,
that's easy -- when I see my image in it"
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye
on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you
Pass this on right now. This very moment, someone needs to know that God is
watching over them.
And, whatever they're going through, they'll be a better person in the end.
Submitted: R. Crandell, 03/2006
5. Take One or Leave It On The Desk!
There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr Christianson, a studious man
who taught at a small college in the western United States. Dr. Christianson
taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular
institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman
year, regardless of his or her major.
Although Dr Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in
his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing
but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take
Christianity seriously.
This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a
freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the
ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical
specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was
the best student in the professor's
class.
One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with
him.
"How many push-ups can you do?"
Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."
"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you could
do 300?"
Steve replied, "I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time."
"Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson.
"Well, I can try," said Steve.
"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to
do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you
to tell me you can do it," said the professor.
Steve said, "Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it"
Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain
what I have in mind."
Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When
class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these weren't
the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream
centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last
class of the day, and they were going
to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.
Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do
you want to have one of these donuts?"
Cynthia said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"
"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat
in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.
Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want
a donut?"
Joe said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a
donut?"
Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle,
Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the
basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and
never lacking for female companionship.
When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"
Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups?"
Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."
Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."
Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you
do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?"
With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten pushups.
Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"
Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and
these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put
a donut on Scott's desk. Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a
little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort
to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming
out around his brow.
Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to
get a little angry. Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"
Sternly, Jenny said, "No."
Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more push-ups so
Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?"
Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.
By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were
beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.
Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these pushups
done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor
beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the
physical effort involved.
Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class,
to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten pushups in a set
because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten
donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and
watch Steve closely.
Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some
students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the
radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this,
he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He
started to worry if Steve would be
able to make it.
Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the
end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more
time to complete each set.
Steve asked Dr Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"
Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups. You are in
charge now. You can do them any way that you want." And Dr. Christianson went
on.
A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was
about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "No! Don't come in!
Stay out!"
Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let
him come."
Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have
to do ten pushups for him?"
Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut"
Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way
right now. Jason, do you want a donut?"
Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me
a donut."
"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?"
Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was
handed a donut and sat down.
Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors
seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a
struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat was
profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy
breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.
The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders,
and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked,
"Linda, do you want a doughnut?"
Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."
Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that
Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"
Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.
Then Dr Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a
donut?"
Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why
can't I help him?"
Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone, I
have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an
opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a
party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here is the only
student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or
offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player
messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my
party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for
your sakes."
"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?"
As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he
had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms
buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.
Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it was, that our Savior,
Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into thy hands I commend my
spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of
Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us
leave the gift on the desk, uneaten."
Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted,
but wearing a thin smile.
"Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding "Not all
sermons are preached in words."
Turning to his class, the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand
and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to
you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not
only His Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for the whole Church, now and
forever. Whether or not we choose
to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid."
Source: Anonymous, Eternity
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