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Tongues
Posted On 03/13/2007 19:16:03
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Hi. At my church, talking in tongues was brought up. Can anyone explain this to me? I was told as a child that this was evil. Is that true? Thanks, Rachel
I feel sad for the Goddess of Life has gone to the Underground and everything is dying. The leaves have started to wither and die, coasting on the fall breeze like the whispers of lost souls searching for peace for eternity and finding none while riding the tails of the wind. The trees start to look like skeletons that no one has yet buried, that have been left standing where they drew their final breaths, only to have the cold relentless rain wash away the last vestiges of life and leave them barren and cold for humanity to walk by and ignore. The flowers shrivel and die and are borne away on the wind, scattered like the ashes of some unfortunate soul, never to be remembered in their hours of glory, but to be forever trodden upon by the unfeeling footfalls of mankind. Snow falls upon the earth like a blanket of purity, hiding for a moment all of life's imperfections. But minutes after the snowflakes fall, they start to turn to a dirty, ugly mush, taking on the color of man's sins, creeping through the whiteness of the snow for everyone to see, making many a man shiver and shake fearing that his deepest sins will be uncovered and he will be shown for the weak coward that he is. And then, one day, a breath of spring comes winging down on the heavy shoulders of today and the trees start to grow with new life. The flowers start to bloom once again in their many colors and the snow has melted deep into the ground to make all that is green come out and shine. Winter feels so hopeless and desolate with all that is dead, but once again, spring seeps through the barren wasteland bringing life anew, such as faith brings us hope even in the darkest hours before the dawn. By Rachel F.
How are you? I just had to write to tell you how much I love you. Yesterday, I saw you walking with your friends. All day I waited, hoping you would walk with me and talk me. As evening drew near, I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you. Then I waited but you never came. Yes it hurts, but I love you so. Last night as you lay sleeping, I wanted to touch your face, so I spilled moonlight upon you. Again, I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so much to give you. You overslept this morning and rushed off for the day, never giving me a thought. I cried, My tears were the rain. Today, you looked so sad, so alone. It makes My heart ache. I try to tell you of My love for you in the quiet green grass, the soft white clouds, the whisper of the leaves, the mountain streams, colorful flowers and lovesongs of the birds. My love for you is endless. Life on earth is very hard, I know because I was there. My Father and I want to help you. I have chosen you. What is your decision? I wait for your call because I love you! Your friend, Jesus---Unknown
Can You Honestly Judge? Pray don't find fault with the man who limps or stumbles along the road. Unless you have worn the shoes he wears or struggled beneath his load. There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt though hidden from view. Or, the burden he bears placed on your back might cause you to stumble too. Don't sneer at the man who's down today unless you have felt the blow that caused his fall. Or, felt the shame that only the fallen know. You may be strong, but still the blows that we're his if dealt to you in the self-same way at the very same time might cause you to stagger too. Don't be too harsh with the man who sins or pelt him with words or stones, unless you are sure; yes, doubly sure, that you have no sins of your own. ---unknown
Remember me? My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age. The more I am quoted, the more I am believed. I flourish at every level of society. My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves because I have no name and no face. To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become. I am nobody's friend. Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never quite the same. I topple governments and wreck marriages. I ruin careers, cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion. I spawn suspicion and generate grief. I make innocent people cry into their pillows. Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip. Office Gossip. Shop Gossip. Party Gossip. I make headlines and headaches. Before you repeat a story, ask yourself--Is it true? Is it fair? Is it necessary? If not-SHUT UP!!!!!!---Unknown
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing
something nice for someone you care for? THAT'S GOD talking to you through
the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to talk to? THAT'S GOD wanting you to talk to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time
and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them?
THAT'S GOD. There is no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like
money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to
a department store where you had just seen something you needed, but couldn't afford? THAT'S GOD knowing the desires of your heart.
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it was going to get better,
how the hurting would stop, how the pain would ease, but now you look back on it.
THAT'S GOD passing us through tribulation to see a brighter day.
Do you think that this e-mail was accidentally sent to you? NO! I was thinking of you! !
Keep this going. You have no idea which one of your myspace buddies could use a little hope today
Dear God...
I know you're watching over me
And I'm feeling truly blessed
For no matter what I pray for
You always know what's best!
THE SCARS OF LIFE
"Love is when God became man."
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.
From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let you go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.
Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else.
Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go .
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Always Tell Your Family And Friends How Much You Love Them!!!
Some humor to share...
Lack of planning on your part does not necessarily mean an emergency on my part.
Many people don't get ulcers---they're only carriers.
There is no substitute for brains, but silence does pretty well.
There is a lot to learn from Socrates: He was a philosopher, he spent most of his time giving advice......he was poisoned.
Most parents chain their dog...yet let their children run wild.
Some complain because the rose has thorns...some give thanks because the thorns have roses.
We the willing led by the unknowing are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much for so long with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
They call it take-home pay because there is no other place you can afford to go with it.
The opinions expressed by the husband in this house are not necessarily those of the management.
Whatever women do they must do twice as well to be thought half as good. (Luckily this is not difficult!)
Women's faults are many, men have only two, everything they say and everything they do!
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Weeds
Posted On 03/02/2007 20:53:11
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Weeds All flowers once bouqueted the earth Blooming, untended, from their birth; Till man selected special seeds And left the rest to grow as weeds. That sprout with pride from spring through fall, Not knowing they are weeds at all. There is no way a weed could know It grows unwanted from the start. So unaware, it strives to grow, And stirred to life, it blooms--by heart! By Jean Carpenter Welborn
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