Please Lord, grant me patience during this holiday season. So many people have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas. We're so busy shopping for expensive gifts while there are people in our own country suffering. Many are hungry, penniless, homeless, & often feel hopeless. Are we doing our part as Christians? Is it not better to give to those who really need it? That's what Jesus did. He gave His life for sinners.(the one's who truly needed salvation) I pray for the children who are without. I pray for the parents that are hurting for their children. I pray for the homeless that they can see that someone DOES care. Last but not least, I pray for those who can help, but choose not to. Amen & MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
The Handwriting on The Wall
A weary mother returned from the store, Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son, Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done."While I was out playing and Dad was on a call T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall It's on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again." She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,"Where is your little brother right now?" She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide. She called his full name as she entered his room. He trembled with fear - he knew that meant doom! For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved About the expensive wallpaper, and how she had saved. Lamenting all the work it would take to repair, She condemned his actions and total lack of care The more she scolded, the madder she got, Then stomped from his room, totally distraught! She headed for the den to confirm her fears When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears. The message she read pierced her soul with a dart. It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart. Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it, With an empty picture frame hung to surround it. A reminder to her, and indeed to all, Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.
The Little Old Lady & The Atheist
There was a little old lady who would come out every morning on the steps of her front porch, raise her arms to the sky and shout, "Praise the Lord!" Well, one day an atheist moved into the house next door. Over time, he became irritated at the little old lady. So every morning he would step out onto his front porch and yell after her, "There is no God!" Time passes with the two of them carrying on this way every day. Then one morning in the middle of winter, the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted, "Praise the Lord! Lord, I have no food and I am hungry Please provide for me, oh Lord!" The next morning she stepped onto her porch and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there. "Praise the Lord!" she cried out. "He has provided groceries for me!" The atheist jumped out of the hedges and shouted, "There s no Lord. I bought those groceries!" The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted, "Praise the Lord! He has provided me with groceries and He made the devil pay for them!"
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