The Clock is Ticking......

Hillary Clinton died and went to Heaven. St. Peter was giving her a tour of Heaven when she noticed that there were dozens of clocks on the wall. Each clock displayed a different time of day.

When she asked St. Peter about the clocks, he replied, ''We have a clock for each person on earth and every time they tell a lie the hands move. The clock ticks off one second each time a lie is told.'' Special attention was given to two clocks. The clock belonging to Mother Teresa has never moved, indicating that she never told a lie. The clock for Abraham Lincoln has only moved twice. He only told two lies in his life. Hillary asked ''Where is Bill's clock?''

St. Peter replied, ''Jesus has it in his office... he's using it as a ceiling fan.'''

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What is your clock saying about you?  



Sincerely,

 

In His Sandals

 Poem I love and wanted to share.  Thanks Louis Gander who wrote it!!!  Enjoy!

In His Sandals
 
I cannot serve two masters. I serve, but only one,
for if I love some sinfulness, I hate God's only Son.
Could I walk in His sandals? Do I really understand?
Of what would it encompass? Of what would it demand?

Could I put up with some abuse, and could I humbly be,
a whipping board of insults, for all to scoff at me?
Could I withstand a whipping? Tell me, would I know,
the pain down in my open wounds, torn flesh from every blow?

Could I, but bear the privilege - to be a king renowned,
my face stained in bloody streaks from such a thorny crown?
Would I know the cost of love, and God's most precious grace,
or would I simply think of me, and hate the human race?

Could I endure the anguish, as ropes bind hands and feet,
knotted up so tightly that - I'd give in to defeat?
There on my back, could I stare at - a spike set on my skin,
then watch them take a heavy stone, and slam it deep within?

Oh, I'd know what's coming next - I'd clench my other fist.
Could I endure another nail - or would I just resist?
When tortured even further, could pain be so complete,
when to the cross I'm nailed with - another through my feet?

Slowly ropes raise cross and I. The base slides in the hole.
Then in ghastly, horrid pain, would that jerk shake my soul?
And there I'd hang, alone up high - for all to mock and hate.
Could I endure the anguish then? Can I, to that relate?

Could I survive for hours, in pain and endless shame?
Would I ask Gods forgiveness - for those that I could blame?
Could I die for ALL the world - their sinful sacrifice -
and know that few would love me? Would that, for me, suffice?

Would my final miracle call for a heavenly host?
Or would I yield to Father's will and then give up the ghost?
Hate and anger would not end - the sword would pierce my side....
Oh, would I slip away and hide? Which way would I decide?

His sandals are too large to fill. His time, so long ago,
and Heaven - much too far away, while I'm down here below.
But could I wear His sandals - if I was called upon,
and are my trials greater that - I'd gladly put His on?

He demands my little faith. He holds no speck of wrath,
when He's a lamp unto my feet - a light unto my path.
Yes, I wear His sandals - for I've been called upon,
and faithful every morning I - slip them boldly on.

This poem may explain it - but who truly understands?
For every sin that we commit puts nails through Jesus' hands....
We cannot serve two masters. We serve, but only one.
We have to hate all sinfulness, to love God's only Son.

~Louis Gander
 

 Sincerely,

Big Rocks

This story is dear to me.  It was emailed to me and I found it very helpful especially since the big rocks in my life has not fit in my jar.  Worrying about the small stuff is unnecessary, and not called for.  So, I will do better in my thinking to keep it from stinking.  Enjoy and be blessed from the story!!!

The Big Rocks
One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students. To drive home a point, he used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high powered overachievers he said, "Okay, it is time for a quiz." Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed Mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?"

Everyone in the class said, "Yes." The management expert asked, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?" By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. "Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?" No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim.

At this point he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?"

One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!"

"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all."

What are the 'big rocks' in your life? GOD. Your children; Your loved ones; Your education; Your dreams; A worthy cause; Teaching or mentoring others; Doing things that you love; Time or yourself; Your health; Your significant other. Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you'll never get them in at all. If you sweat the little stuff (the gravel, the sand) then you'll fill your life with little things you worry about that don't really matter, and you'll never have the real quality time you need to spend on the big, important stuff (the big rocks).

So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the 'big rocks' in my life?

Start with God... and put that rock in the jar first.
 


Sincerely,

Are We Too Busy?

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Are We Too Busy?
I would like think that I always time for God but that would be a lie.  I am always doing something and I don't always stop and give God my time, the time he deserves.  Even when I am in this church all week I walk into sanctuary and pray all the way to the other end.  I don't stop and reflect on His goodness like I use to.  Nothing is more important than paying dues where they are owed.  I owe God!  It's just that simple.  So......I vow to begin my devoted behavior in prayer right now.  So until we meet again, here is poem written by Leona Miller.  Enjoy!  P.S.  Go pray and give your time to God!  I'm Just Saying!

Are We Too Busy? 
Another beautiful sunrise is shining,
And casts sparkles among the trees,
The sun rises higher each moment,
Have we taken time, upon our knees?

Do we hurry through, with God, in Prayer....
So we can rush about, this day?
Do we take time....for others, to care?
Or, are we "too busy"....to even Pray?

The way of Life goes so much better,
If we spend time with our Father,
Remember Jesus...and ask for Guidance,
And always Praying, daily, for one another.

How quickly the day comes to an end,
And the sun sinks...in the Western sky,
God Loves us...and walks with us,
And He will be with us...when we die.

~Leona I. Miller


Sincerely,

I Refuse.....

Life has a way of kicking us down.  It's up to us to allow it or we can do refuse to give up.  I was looking over my email when I say this poem "I refuse."  It was right on time for me.  Today has been such a trying morning, after all my weekend was filled with aches and pain.  I want to share this and I pray that your spirit is touched and filled with the promises of God.  I did not write it and I am not sure who did.  Feel free to leave me a message, I check daily.  :-)

I Refuse!
I refuse to be discouraged, To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted, and here's the reason why:
I have a God who's mighty, Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me, and I am on His team.
He is all-wise and powerful. Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable, My God remains the same.
My God knows all that's happening; Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort; He is my dearest Friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me, To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God; Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten to rob me of my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast, Where all my strivings cease.
When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms, He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me. My life is in His hand.
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope. It's in His strength I stand.
I refuse to be defeated. My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me, As through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances, To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God I'm resting in His love.
I give God thanks in everything. My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory mine; He'll help me win the race.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!!!!



Sincerely,

21 Again (I'm Just Saying!)

Life is just too short.  I remember when I was 21 thinking the world was mine!  I was in better health.  My joints didn't ache.  I could run for distance without having an asthma attack or become out of breath.  My home phone, no such thing as a cellphone back then, would ring for me all the time making my mother crazy!  The biggest issue I had was my eczema and how bad my skin looked.  Today I look back wishing I was 21 again.  The only time my phone ring now is for doctor's wanting me to come into their office or a nurse giving me bad news of a test or calling in a new prescription.  

No one tells you to exercise when you are 21.  No one tells you to eat right when you're 21.  Its always "have something to eat", "are you hungry?" "Here try these smoother pork chops, corn bread, greens and mac and cheese."  "Eat some more and get some meat on them bones."  

No ones tells you that if you're thick and popping in the body, you'll get thicker.  Now the word "thick" is no longer what you are called.  It's FAT and OBESE and your once perky breast or nice round bottom will all go south without your permission.  Which by then your sagging will have you spending your retirement on a plastic surgeon.  Not a good look.  

I mean seriously no one tells you not to drop it like its hot because your knees will be replaced one day.  No one tells a 21 year old that those high heels with be replaced with those handicap old people shoes with the thick soles that has no laces only the straps. 

No one tells you that all the candy and sweets you use to live for will have your teeth falling out and now you're one tooth from having dentures.  Let's hope you could afford them!!  Otherwise you would look a hot mess in the mouth!  

No one say to a 21 year old wearing weave with all that glue or not properly taken care of their hair will require them to wear those wigs yo granny use to wear.  You know the ones that is crooked, matted & raggedy & every time she bends her head the wig lifts up in the back.  

No one ever tells a 21 yr old that twerking and showing their body off will be a time of the pass.  Especially when you can no longer see beneath the top of the belly that use to be flat.  

No..........they wait until you reach the age when you have no energy, no time, no patience, no cares, no reason , no vision, and no clue.   No they wait to tell all the stuff you've done at 21 is now the price you'll pay today.  

Yes people you'll gain high blood pressure (salty food), diabetes (all that candy and sweets), high cholesterol (fatty foods), arthritis (joints keep dropping it like it hots folks), gout (say by to those heels), balding of the hair (wig/weave/glue), irritable bowl syndrome, diverticulitis, thyroid issues the list goes on and on.  

Isn't it funny that with age comes a new set of issues?  It's remembering to take "my" medication or where was I going kind of thing.  With age comes a list of things that would get on your nerves when at 21 you would laugh at it or keep on moving.  If you are 21 or young in that arena.  Listen up!  With age comes wisdom......wisdom to know that your tail is old or will be old and 21 is never coming again!!!!!  I'm Just Saying!!!!

Sincerely,

 

Possibilites

In a world where there is so much hate

how can one create

an wonderful atmosphere

where there is so much fear?

People judging and pointing fingers

while others are hating while their emotions linger

Yet they won't understand

how much power they give to one man

Power they no longer hold

Yet their life crumbles and unfold

Before their very eyes

Yet I wondered.....how many more lies

will our government tell

As they yell...."WE WILL RISE"

So much for freedom of speech

Can't be a Christian and believe

in what the Pastor preach

You either hate gays

or denounce God for many more 

non better days

Personally I stand, ME, on the Word of God

Call me what you may

pin me or stab me with your rod

I will neva' turn back

I stand on his track

the world has gone nuts

Washington is corrupt

This group trash talk another

and that group discredits his brother

Sisters shaking what they think is their

money maker

disappointed again cause no man

would take her

to be his wife

yesterday, today never in this life

so she settles for anything

since she can't get that wedding ring

"God is on His way"

so they say

Will you retire your sin

and give in

or will you continue to judge those who has

or keep talking until you

run out of gas

this world has gone nuts

America is on the verge of bankrupt

Other countries slaughter their own

for standing and protesting even in their home

While we as Americans sit on our throne

racing to jump to fight another battle

that's not even our home.

Why do we allow millions of Americans to be on the street

Die from hunger, be killed by police or beaten?

So many battles to date

So many people who hate

From Afghanistan, Iraq, and many others

to Cali, Miami, Ohio  with daughters

against mothers

and sons against father

and no one seems to even be bothered

Why is this world nuts

Are people all talk while sitting on their butts?

The possibilities are small

Too many people had to fall

Free yourself of hate

Free yourself to create

Free your mind

Don't waste your time

or mine

Get it right this time

or you will get left behind.

God told me it wouldn't be easy

Yet I wish I could only say, "Be Breezy"

and bounce with wind

and worry only about my sin

The destruction in us all

is enough to make heaven fall

How does God worry about the mess

I'm on this earth and its hard not to stress

Children have no respect

thugs without a job hollering.......next!

Single mothers go for broke to raise their kids

Huh....and daddy thinks he has a degree in biz.......ness

What a mess!

Afraid to make a legal dime

But want to sit on my clock doing nothing only to whine

You're not winning

When the head is spinning

out of control

get a hold

on life

it ain't right!

I tell you this world is nuts

When will we get off our butts

We are truly bankrupted

our acceptance of foolishness is corrupted

One thing I am certain of 

is God unconditional love

America was the land of opportunities

now its a land limited possibilities.

Peace,