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Important message about prayer's gift and power, the God I worship
When I received this e-mail, I thought...
I don't have time for this...
And, this is really inappropriate during work.
Then, I realized its message was vital so I edited it slightly. I thought you would read it through, consider its intent. It follows:
that my thinking is...
Exactly, what causes problems in our world today, and in our nation, our state, city, school, neighborhood, on my street, and even in my house.
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...
Maybe, Sunday night...
And, the unlikely event of a midweek vespers.
We do like to have Him around during sickness...
And, of course, at funerals.
However, I don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
That's the part of my life I think...
I can, and should, handle myself.
May God forgive me for ever thinking...
That... there is a time or place where...
He is not to be FIRST in my life.
Should I always have and make time to remember all He has done for me? If, I am not ashamed to do this...will I try...
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
Yes, I do Love God.
He is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am, will be nothing. But, with Christ, He strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)
Do I know 10 people who eagerly admit they love Jesus? Do you love Him?
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of my life.
God looked into his book and said, "Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Easy vs. Hard
Why is it so hard for me to tell the truth, yet so easy to fudge it?
Why am I so sleepy in church, but as soon as the sermon is over, suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard for me to talk about God, but yet, so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet, so easy to linger with a titillating one?
Why is it so easy to delete any Godly e-mail, but forward trivia?
Why do churches shrink as bars and dance clubs expand?
Have I watched any wholesome television or movie content, recently? It's mind food.
Give up? Think about it. Will I forward this, or click delete?
There is nothing attached....
This is so powerful....
Of all the free gifts I may receive, prayer is the very best one....
There are no costs, but wonderful rewards.
May God keep you and bless you. Oh God, whose fatherly care, reaches everywhere.
George Thomas pastored in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by his pulpit.
Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas told them, "I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this very bird cage. Huddled at the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, 'What have you got there, son?'
"Just some old birds," came his reply.
"What will you do with them?" Thomas asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "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?" Thomas asked.
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "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?" Thomas asked.
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even very pretty!"
"How much?" Thomas asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy, and offered, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket for a ten dollar bill. He put 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 alley where there was a tree and grassy spot. He put the cage down, opened the door, and by barely tapping the bars, persuaded the birds out, freeing them.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then Thomas continued with 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.
Satan replied, "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. I'm gonna teach them 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," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. Ain't no good. Why, you'll take them - they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you. They'll curse you, then kill you. You don't want any of those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears. And your life."
"DONE!" Jesus instantly agreed. Then He paid that exact price.
Thomas picked up his bird cage, opened the door, then walked away from the pulpit.
Is it funny how simple it is for me to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell?
Is it funny how I say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God)?
Is it funny how I e-mail a thousand notes/jokes, spread them like a Santa-Anna wind blown wildfire, but when I ponder sending messages about my Lord, I think more than twice and usually wince about sharing that?
Is it funny how when I want to forward this message, I carefully parse my address list because who is ever sure what they believe, or what they will think of me for sending it to them?
Is it funny how I worry about what other people think of me maybe more than what God thinks of me?
I pray, for each one of you who sends this to an entire address book. It takes a special kind of courage.
If you send it back to me, I will be encouraged to know indeed it was important and you wanted to share it, too.
Thanks...and warm regards......dmn
Don M. Nixon II
#EZ.24202 Exp 02-17
Ref: Pat Hanna