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Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark.. ONE: Don't miss the boat. TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat. THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark. FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big. FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done. SIX: Build your future on high ground. SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs. EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs. NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile. TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals. ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting. My instructions were to send this to people, that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to people you want to be blessed. Give it! ! Don't just get it. Most people walk in and out of your life...... but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart. ~Author Unknown (but I believe it was the Holy Ghost!) Noah's Ark, Pieces Intact, Found 06.15.2006 Subject: Re: Fw: Noah's Ark, Pieces Intact, Found: Fox News Saturday at 8 EST, John Kasich. On June 5th Bible Historian and explorer Bob Cornuke led an expedition of 15 geologists, historians, archeologists, scientists and attorneys on an exhausting mission 13,300 feet above sea level to locate and document the tremendous sections of Noah's Ark located in the Ararat mountain range six hours North of Tehran, Iran. It had been essentially buried beneath the preservation of glaciers until last year when Iran recorded the hottest year on record which melted some of the snowcap revealing 450 by 75-foot footprint of the "object." Noah's Ark was found in Northern Iran rather than Turkey. Over a thousand expeditions had previously scoured Turkey's Mt Ararat, but by following the precise language of the Bible, Cornuke found what is believed to be Noah's Ark, nearly in tact. Turkey's Mt. Ararat was incorrect because Marco Polo named the large mountain during his journeys in the 13th century. Through mapping scriptures in Genesis with ancient maps, Cornuke pieced together the clues and found where the Ararat Mountain Range made home for Noah's Ark in Northern Iran not far from Turkey.After crawling on hands and knees miles above the earth's surface in four below zero weather, the expedition found an altar, which could very well be the altar Noah built because it was made from the same materials they later found in the Ark. They found grapevines over two inches think in the area, of which the DNA from the grapes is the oldest known to man. Genesis 9:20 says that Noah planted a vineyard. But most amazing was the ark itself. It was found in sections, somewhat like a house that had collapsed over the years. Sections of petrified wood 12 to 14 feet high and 40 feet long were found. They found a huge pile of timber, thought to be floors or walls, in four-to-six foot sections. Geologists took nine samples of the ark under the strict eye of a video team for analysis by the Smithsonian Institute Over 23,000 feet of video was taken and will be released to the public. You can get your first glimpse of it on Fox News with John Kasich Saturday at 8:00 Eastern time.

Let's cut to the chase... Why do women indulge themselves in shopping binges? Binging usually is related to actions of unrestraint. Sounds like a shopping spree to me! Webster's says that binge means: 1. A spree or bout of unrestrained imbibing (intake of alcoholic drink) or eating 2. Any completely unrestrained action liken unto a shopping spree. Binging is to indulge in an unrestrained manner - "SHOP 'TIL YOU DROP". Why do we do this? I used to shop like a maniac to make me feel better so I would buy for myself. Maybe I was sad or mad and just went out and spent money thinking it would help me. I used to shop 'til I dropped for my family and my home. People want things and it was nothing for me to spend $300 USD at the grocery store every week, take the kids to the mall and then everyone would love Mom because she made us happy in our bellies and on our bodies. Shopping is love, medicine, and fun in an evil sort of way... WHO ARE WE KIDDING?! What is a need, a want, or a desire? What is greed? Where is balance and moderation? Is indulgence a good thing or a bad thing? Is shopping medicinal? Does it cure or heal or relieve? Need is that which is a necessity, useful, or required. Essentials. Want is that which you feel the need of, like a craving to satisfy but is not required or a necessity. Desire is that which you have an appetite for - a wish or longing for. Greed is excessive desire for getting or having, especially wealth; desire for more than one's needs or deserves. Balance is the power or ability to decide value or importance. Moderation is the avoidance of excesses or extremes. Indulgence is giving way to one's own desires. The keys to determining what is a need, want, or desire is balance and moderation. What is our attitude about "things" in general? It's not about what we buy but about controlling indulgent spending. Debt in another consideration. Are we robbing Peter to pay Paul? Are you using monies set aside for a bill that should have been paid in order to get that "quick fix" on happiness? OUCH! It is your decision if you want to change. How did my problem get remedied? I gave the checkbook to my husband. It has taken away the source which was control of the cash flow. Obviously, you will find that there is an excess of money. The bills are being paid, there's food on the table, clothes on our back, a roof over our head and money is now available to help some else's needs. "But I don't have any willpower." Neither did I, but through God's grace and your desire to change, God will supply the power. Rev Carolyn P Elliott, as unctioned by the Holy Spirit "Let everyone see that you are unselfish and considerate in all you do. Remember that the Lord is coming soon. " Philippians 4:5

STORY OF ELIJAH The Sunday school teacher was carefully explaining the story of Elijah the Prophet and the false prophets of Baal. She explained how Elijah built the altar, put wood upon it, cut the steer in pieces, and laid it upon the altar. And then, Elijah commanded the people of God to fill four barrels of water and pour it over the altar. He had them do this four times. "Now," said the teacher, "can anyone in the class tell me why the Lord would have Elijah pour water over the steer on the altar?" A little girl in the back of the room started waving her hand, "I know! I know!" she aid, "To make the gravy!" ~~~~~~~~~~ LOT'S WIFE The Sunday School teacher was describing how Lot's wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little Jason interrupted, "My Mummy looked back once, while she was driving," he announced triumphantly, "and she turned into a telephone pole!" ~~~~~~~~~~ THE GOOD SAMARITAN A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan, in which a man was beaten, robbed and left for dead. she described the situation in vivid detail, so her students would catch the drama. Then, she asked the class, "If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?" A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, "I think I'd throw up." ~~~~~~~~~~ DID NOAH FISH? A Sunday school teacher asked, "Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark?" "No," replied David I. "How could he, with just two worms." ~~~~~~~~~~ A HIGHER POWER A Sunday school teacher said to her children, "We have been learning how powerful kings and queens were in Bible times. But, there is a higherpower. Can anybody tell me what it is?" One child blurted out, "Aces!" ~~~~~~~~~~ MOSES and THE RED SEA Nine-year-old Joey, was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday School. "Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. When he got to the Red Sea, he had his army build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then, he radioed headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved." "Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked. "Well, no, Mom. But, if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!" ~~~~~~~~~~ THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize: Psalm 23. She gave the youngsters a month to learn the Psalm. Little Rick was excited about the task - but, he just couldn't remember it. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line. On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, 'The Lord is my Shepherd...?' and that's all I need to know."

The Bible condemns the occult: http://www.ucg.org/booklets/HH/halloween.htm This fact sheet on Halloween has been compiled to inform you of the satanic influences behind a seemingly innocent children's holiday. While millions of Christians will permit their children to honor the devil on October 31st, it is our hope that this information will help you make a different decision for how your child approaches October 31st. HALLOWEEN HISTORY There were a people named the Celts who lived in what are now Great Britain, Ireland, and northern France. Historians believe that the Celtic Festival of Samhain which honored the Samhain, the Celtic lord of death, is the probable source of Halloween. The celebration, organized by the Celtic priests, the Druids, was held to mark the beginning of the season of cold, darkness, death, and decay. They believed that on this day, Samhain called together the wicked souls who had been condemned to inhabit the bodies of the animals in the form of ghosts, spirits, witches, or elves. The Celts also believed that on this one night of the year, souls of the dead returned to their original homes and that the wandering spirits terrorized those living in the house at the present time. References: Tract: "Halloween: Is It Really Satanic?" by John Brown, Christian Counter Attack, Columbus, Ohio USA Article: "Halloween: Satan's Celebration" by Robin Wright, October 1985 Encyclopedia: "Halloween", World Book Encyclopedia, 1986, pp 24-26 HALLOWEEN CUSTOMS & THEIR ORIGINS A. Bonfire 1. bonfires were used for exorcism of evil spirits 2. animal and human sacrifices were offered to appease the evil spirits 3. stones were cast into the fire to choose human sacrifices B. Trick or Treating 1. to free oneself and home from haunting evil spirits. Celts would give the demons a treat. If one didn't, the demons would trick him by casting evil spells. 2. going from house to house to beg fuel for the bonfire 3. in Ireland and Scotland it was the custom to go from house to house begging "soul cakes", a special cake made for the holiday. C. Dressing in Costume 1. people came to the celebration wearing costumes made of animal heads and skins. D. Black Cat 1. cats were considered sacred because cats were really human beings being punished for evil deeds E. Halloween Parades 1. people paraded to the bonfire dressed in animal heads and skins 2. in Scotland, people paraded through fields and villages carrying torches to set bonfires that would drive a way witches and other evil spirits F. Jack-O-Lantern 1. carved from large turnips and potatoes 2. ancient symbol of damned soul who could not enter Heaven or hell, so had to wander with his lantern until Judgment Day 3. lanterns lit the way for wandering souls that had died in the sacred sacrifices 4. used to ward off evil spirits G. Bobbing for Apples 1. the Romans added a ceremony to honor a goddess of fruit and trees to the festival

There are thirty books of the Bible in this paragraph. Can you find them? This is a most remarkable puzzle. It was found by a gentleman in an airplane seat pocket on a flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu, keeping him occupied for hours. He enjoyed it so much he passed it on to some friends. One friend from Illinois worked on this while fishing from his john boat. Another friend studied it while playing his banjo. Elaine Taylor, a columnist friend was so intrigued by it she mentioned it in her weekly newspaper column. Another friend judges the job of solving this puzzle so involving, she brews a cup of tea to help her nerves. There will be some names that are really easy to spot. That's a fact. Some people, however, will soon find themselves in a jam, especially since the book names are not necessarily capitalized. Truthfully, from answers we get, we are forced to admit it usually takes a minister or scholar to see some of them at the worst. Research has shown that something in our genes is responsible for the difficulty we have in seeing the books in this paragraph. During a recent fund raising event, which featured this puzzle, the Alpha Delta Phi lemonade booth set a new sales record. The local paper, the Chronicle, surveyed over 200 patrons who reported that this puzzle was one of the most difficult they had ever seen. As Daniel Humana humbly puts it, "the books are all right here in plain view hidden from sight". Those able to find all of them will hear great lamentations from those who have to be shown. One revelation that may help is that books like Timothy and Samuel may occur without their numbers. Also, keep in mind, that punctuation and spaces in the middle are normal. A chipper attitude will help you compete really well against those who claim to know the answers. Reminder, there is not need for a mad exodus. There really are 30 books of the Bible lurking somewhere in this paragraph waiting to be found.

In today's American society, many young people and even some my age and older, do not understand what the military is all about. My father served in the Army from 1953-55 in Germany. My father-in-law served as a medic during the Koren Conflict, and my husband was in the Ohio Army National Guard for 9 years. My husband didn't have to serve; he wanted to serve. It's all about maintaining our freedom and our freedoms, not just for Americans in the United States, but we are responsible for maintaining a lot even around the world because of our wealth and super-power status. It's kinda like a business in a city that is expected to sow into the community they "live" in. Carolyn Elliott General Douglas MacArthur's Farewell Speech Given to the Corps of Cadets at West Point May 12, 1962 General Westmoreland, General Groves, distinguished guests, and gentlemen of the Corps. As I was leaving the hotel this morning, a doorman asked me, "Where are you bound for, General?" and when I replied, "West Point," he remarked, "Beautiful place, have you ever been there before?" No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code - the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the meaning of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always. "Duty," "Honor," "Country" - those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you want to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean. The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule. But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid. They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman. And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory? Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world's noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless. His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast. But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements. In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people. From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God. I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light. And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war. Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory - always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country. The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training - sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him. However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country, is the noblest development of mankind. You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind - the chapter of the space age. In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time. And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purpose, all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishments; but you are the ones who are trained to fight. Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country. Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice. Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government. Whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be. These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country. You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds. The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country. This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war." The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished - tone and tints. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll. In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country. Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps. I bid you farewell. More interesting speeches: http://www.nationalcenter.org/HistoricalDocuments.html

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