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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/18/2008 10:50:05 PM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
Name the four seasons?
Salt, Pepper, mustard and vinegar.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 8:09:46 AM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
Explain the processes by which water can be made safe to drink?
Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 8:10:35 AM
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How do you keep milk fresh??? (My favorite one)
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 8:23:14 AM
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You keep it in the cow!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 8:25:05 AM
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Brenda, I talked to Mike and Barbara last night and she was going to check with you and see if we can work out a meet and eat soon. I asked her to choose a couple of dates so hopefully my schedule would be so we could be there.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 8:33:59 AM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
How is dew formed?
The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 8:56:33 AM
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Brenda, I talked to Mike and Barbara last night and she was going to check with you and see if we can work out a meet and eat soon. I asked her to choose a couple of dates so hopefully my schedule would be so we could be there.
That would be great! I haven't had time to go back to the floor to see her. I have driven over to Piney Flats a couple of times just out and about site seeing and such so I have a general idea of where its at. This past weekend was very, very busy and very, very sad. Yesterday, we ended up moving a patient to ICU and putting him back on the ventilator because his family wanted "to do everything" in spite of the patient having terminal cancer. People need to allow their loved ones to just go in peace instead of having medical people poke and prod them to death.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 10:27:56 AM
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HANKY ALERT!!!
From time to time I travel to town from my new found country home.
On this particular Saturday it was Adam's turn to accompany dad on the forty-five minute drive -- a coveted pleasure. As we left he promised his two brothers, Tyler and Brandon, he would return with a bounty of candy they all would share.
After parking the truck I woke Adam telling him we had arrived. His sleepy brown eyes opened peering out the window. "Can we get candy, daddy?" "Yes, honey. We will get you candy. We need to walk down the street."
Adam, 7, is a curious boy who never lacks for questions. As we walked, he asked about the grand limestone church to our left. "What is that, daddy?" "It's a church, honey. That's the house of God. People go there to pray," I say, trying to avoid a lengthy religious question and answer session -- it didn't work.
"What do they pray for?" "Well, they ask Gods' forgiveness for sins and ask God to help people who are less fortunate. "What is less fortunate?" "A person who is less fortunate is someone who may not have a home, food, love or a job -- not being fortunate can mean many things, Adam."
"How does God help them? Does he give them food?" "I guess he could give them food but God tends to use other people to help hungry people. God once said, 'What you do for the least of them, you do for me.'" "What does that mean, daddy?"
"It means that when you help the poorest of people, you are actually helping God. Do you understand?" "Yes. Can we get candy now?" "Okay, honey. Just a few more blocks."
Adam, like his brothers, has a profound fondness of candy. I am sure that if Adam knew there was a candy treat on the other side of a mountain he would move the entire mountain, stone by stone, to retrieve the treat.
We walked another two blocks toward the drug store. Adam had fallen silent. I glanced at him as we walked -- his stare falling on something further down the street.
As we crossed to the next block I discovered the source of Adam's attention. He was looking at an old man begging by the store entrance. His gray sweater had numerous holes and pulls exposing a stained T-shirt. He sat with his back to the wall, his hands cupped around an empty hat. As we passed entering the store, Adam briefly stared.
"Can I have my dollar, daddy?" I pulled a dollar from my pocket handing it to Adam. "Thank you, daddy." Adam raced toward a barrel of suckers. He stared wide-eyed, gently touching the packaged treasures with a reverence only a child can harbor. His little hands trembled with excitement.
I kept Adam in sight as I picked up the few items I needed. We converged on the cashier at the same time. Adam placed his suckers on the counter. "That will be a dollar fifteen," said the clerk. Adam placed his dollar on the counter. "You need fifteen more cents." Adam looked to me. "Dad, do you have fifteen more cents?" I nodded yes.
We left the store and walked the few feet to the corner. While waiting for the light, I felt Adam gently slip his hand from mine. I turned watching him as he walked back to the beggar extending his priceless treasure.
"This is from God," Adam said softly.
The old man looked up at Adam. Through gray tired eyes he seemed to smile for an instant. He said nothing as Adam passed the suckers to his cupped shaking hands. Walking to Adam, I picked him up then paused. The beggar looked into Adam's eyes saying, "Thank you, Lord." "You're welcome," replied Adam.
I hugged Adam saying, "Daddy is very proud of you Adam. That was very thoughtful."
"It certainly was," confirmed a female voice to my right. I turned and watched a middle-aged woman place five dollars in the man's hat. "May I?" she asked as she leaned over to kiss Adam's cheek. I nodded and smiled -- Adam giggled.
"I did all right in my life. It could have been different." A dapper elderly man had knelt beside the beggar placing his hand on a shoulder of the tattered gray sweater. He set five dollars along with a business card in the old hat. "If you are able to work, call my number." The stylish gentleman struggled to stand as the middle-aged female helped him to his feet. "Thank you madam... thank you both," said the beggar faintly, his gray eyes welling with tears of gratitude.
We crossed with the others when the light changed.
"Look, daddy." Adam was looking over my shoulder to the man on the sidewalk. A small group of people had gathered around him placing money in his hat. I couldn't help but recall a thought from the Bible: A child shall lead them.
"Adam? You gave away your treats. What are we going to do now?" His lip started to quiver realizing he had nothing to share with his brothers. He buried his face in my neck. "I don't know," he said in a broken voice. "Well, perhaps I will buy you a cake. There will be lots to share."
He pushed away from my neck staring with brown, tear-filled eyes.
"Can we?" he asked, rubbing away the tears.
"Yes honey?"
"Can we get writing on it?"
"Yes, Adam. It will read: Adam the Selfless."
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 10:30:05 AM
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Angels Unaware??
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People were filling the church to its full capacity! As they entered, each were given a bulletin filled with announcements, topic of today's sermon, what songs they would sing and who to pray for.
At the end of the line stood an older man. His clothes were filthy and you could tell that he had not bathed in days. His face was covered with whiskers, for he had not shaved for a very long time. When he reached the usher, he removed his tattered old brown hat in respect. His hair was long, dirty, and a tangled mess. He had no shoes on his feet, and wore only soiled black socks to cover the sores upon his feet. The Usher looked at him turning up his nose at the old man and said, "Uh, I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid we can't let you in. You will distract the congregation and we don't allow anyone to disrupt our service. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."
The old man looked down at himself and with a puzzled look on his face, he placed his old brown hat back upon his head and turned to leave. He was sad as he loved to hear the choir sing praises to the Lord. He loved to watch the little children get up in front of the church to sing their little songs. He carried in his pocket a small worn out Bible and loved to see if the minister preached a passage from the Bible that he had underlined. But he was respectful, and didn't want to cause any commotion, so he hung down his head and walked back down the steps of the big brick church.
He sat down on the brick wall near the edge of the church yard and strained to listen through closed doors and windows to the singing going on in the church. Oh how he wished he could be inside with all the others.
A few minutes had passed by when all of a sudden a younger man came up behind him and sat down near him. He asked the old man what he was doing? He answered, "I was going to go to church today, but they thought I was to filthy, my clothes to old and worn, and they were afraid I would disrupt their service.
Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is George." The two men shook hands, and George couldn't help but notice that this man had long hair like his. He wore a piece of cloth draped over his body tied with a royal purple sash. He had sandals on his feet, now covered with dust and dirt.
The stranger touched George's shoulder, and said: "George, don't feel bad because they won't let you in. My name is Jesus, and I've been trying to get into this same church for years -- they won't let me in either."
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 10:45:00 AM
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HANKY ALERT!!
The burly miner blinked as he left the dark interior of the coal mine. Stopping at a faucet near the mine entrance, he washed the worst of the grime from his face and hands, then headed towards his home on the outskirts of the village. As he trudged along the dusty lane, he passed the open door of a little church. Inside, a small crowd listened intently as an energetic man gesticulated from the pulpit. Interested, the miner stepped to the door.
"Absolute surrender is what we must have," the minister was saying. "Are you willing to surrender yourself absolutely into His hand? If not, you are not ready to meet your God." The minister paced back and forth on the platform. "We do not know how much longer our earthly probation will last. Tonight you are living; tomorrow may be too late. Ask yourself, I beg of you, 'Am I ready to meet the Lord?'"
The miner, touched to the quick, slipped into the back pew. I am not ready to meet God, he thought. I have lived a careless, godless life. How can I make peace with Him? The meeting ended, and the people filed out. Still the miner remained in the pew, his head in his hands.
Finally, the minister touched him on the shoulder. "Brother, are you ready to meet the Lord?"
Blindly, the miner shook his head. "I know I am not. Oh, help me find peace!"
An hour passed as the minister shared the plan of salvation; yet something held the miner back from full surrender.
"It's getting late," the minister finally said. "Go home, and continue to seek the Lord."
The miner shook his head."Stay with me a little longer; it must be settled tonight."
Once again the minister explained the way of salvation and prayed, but in vain. Another hour passed.
"You must go home," the minister told him. "It's late, and I cannot make it any clearer."
"It must be settled tonight," the miner repeated,his eyes burning with earnestness.
"Then we shall stay here together," the minister agreed. Once more he spoke of Jesus, and shared promise after promise. Once more he prayed, but in vain. "I must go," the minister finally said. "It will soon be morning. Go home, and return tomorrow night. Maybe then you will find peace."
"Sir, I cannot leave this place until I find peace."
The poor man's voice trembled. "Tomorrow may be too late. It must be settled tonight."
The minister could not resist his appeal. "By the help of God." he said, "it shall be settled tonight."
Again he explained the steps of conversion; again he prayed. As he spoke, the miner broke into sobs and tears, and at last the light pierced his darkness.
"I see it!" he cried. "I give myself absolutely to God, to His will, to do only what He wants. It is settled.
Praise His name, it is settled!" The two men knelt again, but this time to thank God for bringing light to a sinner's soul.
The next morning the miner went to work as usual. During the day he was sent to a distant part of the mine to fetch some tools. When he did not return, his fellow workers went to look for him. They found that the mine walls had caved in on him, and he was buried in the debris. Working with pick and shovel, they began to dig. Finally, from the fragments of rock and rubbish and stone which hid him from sight, came a faint sound: "Tonight ---- would have been ---- too late. Thank God ---- it was settled ---- last night!"
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 11:01:59 AM
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Wow! Good posts Brenda. Thanks.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 11:29:21 AM
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Stalled
I have a friend that at one time had a daughter in college. She called one day to tell him that she was having a problem with her car. Being the good dad that he was, he traveled to where she was and hopped in his daughter’s car to analyze the problem.
His daughter had said that the car stalled at the main intersection in town. He kept trying to get it started and it just would not turn over.
Behind him was a little old lady, and she began to blow her horn continuously at him. He threw his hands up and turned around to look at her to see if he could get some relief. No matter what he did, she kept blowing her horn. Eventually, my friend got out of the car, went back to the little old lady, and said, “Lady, why don’t we trade places, you go up and try to start my car for a while and I will stay back here and blow your horn.” A passing tow truck finally came by to help, the horn finally ceased, and he was on the road again.
Do you ever run out of patience? Have you ever had emotional road rage? Maybe someone is blowing their horn at you right now. How we handle our frustrations and exercise patience is very important.
The Bible says this in James 1:2-4: “My brethren count it all joy when you fall into various trials knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be made perfect and complete, lacking nothing.”
We live in an “in an instant,” “I want it now,” “get out of my way” world. We want it now and we want it fast. Deadlines are more important than lifelines. Something is wrong. We want patience and we want it now!
Well, stop blowing your emotional horn and just be patient. It is no telling what God will reveal to you during those special moments in limbo. The Bible also says be still and know I am God. It will be in your patience, your stillness and your quiet times that you will be the nearest to God. Sounds like it would be ok to be stalled every now and then and just let God recharge your battery, fill your radiator with living water and put you back on the road with peace in your soul.
David Goode
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First Baptist, Sevierville, Tn.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 1:23:11 PM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
What are Steroids?
Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/19/2008 9:17:16 PM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
What causes the tides in the ocean?
The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature hates a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/20/2008 9:46:23 AM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
What happens to your body as you age?
When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/20/2008 9:48:15 AM
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Church Bulletin Bloopers:
Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/20/2008 3:46:31 PM
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Just for your information:
Advice from Snopes
1) Almost all emails that ask you to add your name and forward on to others are similar to that mass letter years ago that asked people to send business cards to the little kid in Florida who wanted to break the Guinness Book of Records for the most cards. All it was, and all any of this type of email is, is a way to get names and "cookie" tracking information for telemarketers and spammers - - to validate active email accounts for their own purposes.
2) Any time you see an email that says forward this on to "10" of your friends, sign this petition, or you'll get bad luck, or whatever, it has either an email tracker program attached that tracks the cookies and emails of those folks you forward. The host sender is getting a copy each time it gets forwarded and then is able to get lists of "active" emails to use in SPAM emails, or sell to others that do.
You can do your friends and family members a GREAT favor by sending this information to them; you will be providing a service to your friends, and will be rewarded by not getting thousands of spam emails in the future!
If you have been sending out (FORWARDING) the above kinds of email, now you know why you get so much SPAM!
Do yourself a favor and STOP adding your name(s) to those type listings regardless how inviting they might sound!
You think you are supporting a GREAT cause, but you are NOT in the long run. Instead, you will be getting tons of junk mail later in life!
Also: email petitions are NOT acceptable to Congress or any other organization. To be acceptable, petitions must have a signed signature and full address of the person signing the petition.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/20/2008 3:48:34 PM
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Children's Science Exam questions and answers:
What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/20/2008 3:52:19 PM
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Church Bulletin Bloopers:
The outreach committee has enlisted 25 people to make calls on people who are not afflicted with any church.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/21/2008 2:41:39 PM
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"IF" is the saddest word in the history of language. You hold on to that "IF" long enough, it can eat a hole right into your heart.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/21/2008 2:58:47 PM
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Received in an email from Kelly Nelon Clark:
Dear Friends,
I have just returned from the Home-Going Celebration service for Dottie Rambo. As you travel your whole life on a bus with other groups and individuals you sometimes forget the magnitude of talent the Lord has given them. I loved Dottie as a friend and she was always so kind to me and continually encouraging. I must say that as I left the Home going I was awestruck with her amazing talent as it was so wonderfully showcased. The songs have continually stayed in my mind and on my heart. This is one of my favorites,
How fortunate are we to be in an industry with such wonderful people and
talents. As I looked around the room my heart was overwhelmed at not just the talent, but the people. Bill and Gloria, Sandi Patty(who has always been my favorite), The Isaacs, The Hoppers, Russ Taff, The Greenes, Jeff and Sheri, The Speers, and so many more who like us have spent their lives spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ. No, none of us are perfect but I dare say that the love for
what we do and the One we serve comes from the depths of our hearts. I can truly say that I love these people as my family. I couldn’t help but cry a little on the way home of all the family that we have lost in the past few years, including my wonderful father, Rex Nelon. Time really is a vapor, and you never realize how soon the ones you so dearly love , will be gone. I pray that the Lord will allow me to spend my remaining time here to spread his Gospel to all who will hear and if I ever fail Lord,…… please! remind me.
Blessings to all!
Kelly Nelon Clark
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