Christmas Invitation

You are cordially invited to

A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!!!

Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ

Date: Every day. Traditionally, December 25
but He's always around, so the date is flexible...

Time: Whenever you're ready.
(Please don't be late, though, or you'll miss out on all the fun!)

Place: In your heart.... He'll meet you there.
(You'll hear Him knock.)

Attire: Come as you are... grubbies are okay.
He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about
new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.

Tickets: Admission is free. He's
already paid for everyone...
(He says you wouldn't have been
able to afford it anyway...
it cost Him everything He had. But
you do need to accept the ticket!!

Refreshments: Bread of Life, and a
far-out drink He calls "Living Water,"
followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!

Gift Suggestions: ; Your life. He's one of those
people who already has everything else.
(He's very generous in return though.
Just wait until you see what He has for you!)

Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth,
Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness,
Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power,
Eternity in Paradise, Contentment, and much more!
(All "G" rated, so bring your family and friends.)

R.S.V.P. Very Important!
He must know ahead so He can
reserve a spot for you at the table.
Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for future
reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life."

Party being given by His Kids (that's us!!)!
Hope to see you there! For those of you whom I will
see at the party, share this with someone today!

Twas the Month Before Christmas

Thank you, Ginger:

Twas the month before Christmas*

*When all through our land,*

*Not a Christian was praying*

*Nor taking a stand.*

*See the PC Police had taken away,*

*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*

*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*

*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*

*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say*

* December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.*

*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*

*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*

*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*

*Something was changing, something quite odd! *

*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*

*In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda..*

*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*

* At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.*

*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears*

*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.*

*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-is-ty*

*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*

*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*

*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !*

*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*

*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*

*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*

* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*

*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*

*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*

*So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'*

*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*

*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*

*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS ,

Not Happy Holiday !*

Please, all Christians join together and

Wish everyone you meet during the

Holidays a

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Christ is The Reason for the Christ-mas Season!

Tennessee Football Game

Thank you Fritz& Helen!
I checked it out at Truth or fiction.com - TRUTH - br

True Story...Check it out at www.snopes.com/politics/religion/mcloud.com


Tennessee Football Game


This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game
at  Roane  County High School , Kingston , Tennessee by school Principal, Jody McLoud


"It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games, to say a prayer and play the National Anthem, to honor God and Country."

Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a Prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law. As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it "an alternate life style," and if someone is offended, that's okay.

I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity, by dispensing condoms and calling it, "safe sex." If someone is offended, that's okay.

I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an unborn baby as a "viable means of birth control." If someone is offended, no problem.

I can designate a school day as "Earth Day" and involve students in activities to worship religiously and praise the goddess "Mother Earth" and call it "ecology."

I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that depicts people with strong, traditional Christian convictions as "simple minded" and "ignorant" and call it "enlightenment."

However, if anyone uses this facility to honor GOD and to ask HIM to Bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, then Federal Case Law is violated.

This appears to be inconsistent at best, and at worst, diabolical. Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone, except GOD and HIS Commandments.

Nevertheless, as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do otherwise would be inconsistent at best, and at worst, hypocritical. I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression.

For this reason, I shall "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's," and refrain from praying at this time.

"However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank GOD and ask HIM, in the name of JESUS, to Bless this event, please feel free to do so. As far as I know, that's not against the law...yet."



One by one, the people in the stands bowed their heads, held hands with one another and began to pray.

They prayed in the stands. They prayed in the team huddles. They prayed at the concession stand and they prayed in the Announcer's Box!

The only place they didn't pray was in the Supreme Court of the United States of America - the Seat of "Justice" in the "one nation, under GOD."


Somehow, Kingston , Tennessee remembered what so many have forgotten.
We are given the Freedom OF Religion, not the Freedom FROM Religion.
Praise GOD that HIS remnant remains!

55 Years Ago

 Thank you, Sandy!

Comments made in the year 1955!

That's only 55 years ago!

I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $10.00.

Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long before $1,000.00 will only buy a used one.

If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. Twenty cents a pack is ridiculous.

Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging seven cents just to mail a letter?

If they raise the minimum wage to $1.00, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store.

When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 25 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage.

I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying DAMN in GONE WITH THE WIND, it seems every new movie has either HELL or DAMN in it.

I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century. They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas .

Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $50,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the President.

I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now.

It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet.

It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work.

I'm afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business.

Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to government.

The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on.

There is no sense going on short trips anymore for a weekend, it costs nearly $2.00 a night to stay in a hotel!

No one can afford to be sick anymore, at $15.00 a day in the hospital, it's too rich for my blood.

If they think I'll pay 30 cents for a hair cut, forget it.

thanks for the emails - I've learned a lot

Thank you Theresa H for sharing this -

As we progress toward the year 2011, I want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.

 I no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, or have the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.

I can’t use the remote in a hotel room because I don’t know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.

I can’t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one’s nose.

Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.

I can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.

I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.

ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny  Brown) who is about to die for the  1,387,258th time.

I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOLare sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s Novenahas granted my every wish.

I can’t have a drink in a bar because I’ll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.

I can’t eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.

I can’t use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

THANKS TO YOU ALL I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer buy gas without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer doesn’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Fanta since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put ‘Under God’ on their cans.

I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.

AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face. Disfiguring me for life.

I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit  down.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda agents in disguise.

And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer buy cookies from Neiman-Marcus since I now have their recipe.

THANKS TO YOU ALL I can't use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can’t ever pick up the coin dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.

I no longer drive my car because buying gas from some companies supports Al Qaeda, and buying gas from all the others supports South American dictators.

I can’t do any gardening because I’m afraid I’ll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.

If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s best friend’s beautician.

Oh, by the way.....

A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.

Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late.

P. S.  I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.  

A Boy Singing to his little sister.....

I checked this out at Truth or Fiction.com and it's true!

Thank you Cyndi W.

Like any good mother, when  Karen found out that another baby was on the  way, she did what  she could to help her
3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new  sibling.


They found out that the new baby was going be a  girl,
And  day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in  mommy's tummy.


He was building a bond of love with his  little sister
Before  he even met her.

The pregnancy progressed normally for  Karen,
An  active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist  Church in Morristown , Tennessee

In time, the labor pains came.  Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious  complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours  of labor.

Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a  long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very  serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance  rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's  Hospital, Knoxville , Tennessee

The  days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to  tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the  worst.

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a  burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their  new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a  funeral.

Michael however, kept begging his parents to let  him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying.

Week  two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the  week was over.

Michael kept nagging about singing to his  sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to  take Michael whether they liked it or not.

If he didn't see his  sister right then, he may never see her alive.  She dressed him  in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.  He looked  like a walking laundry basket.

The head nurse recognized him as  a child and bellowed, 'Get  that kid out of here now. No children are allowed!'
  The  mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady  glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm  line. 
  'He  is not leaving until he sings to his sister' she stated.
Then Karen  towed Michael to his sister's bedside.

He gazed at the tiny  infant losing the battle to live.
After a moment, he began to  sing.

In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael  sang:

'You are my sunshine, my only  sunshine,   You  make me happy when skies are gray.'
  Instantly  the baby girl seemed to respond. The  pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

'Keep on  singing, Michael,' encouraged Karen with tears in her  eyes.

'You never know, dear, how much I love  you,   Please  don't take my sunshine away.'
  As  Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing  became as smooth as a kitten's purr 'Keep  on singing, sweetheart.'

'The other night, dear, as I lay  sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms'
  Michael's  little sister began to relax as rest, Healing  rest, seemed to sweep over her.

'Keep on singing,  Michael.'   Tears  had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen  glowed.

'You are my sunshine, my only  sunshine.   Please  don't take my sunshine away.'

The next day...the very next  day.   The  little girl was well enough to go home

Woman's Day Magazine  called it
The Miracle of a Brother's Song.

The medical  staff just called it a miracle.

Karen called it a miracle of  God's love.

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.

LOVE  IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

Life is good.

DADDY - HOW WAS I BORN?

thank you Susan R.

DADDY - HOW WAS I BORN?

A little boy goes to his father and asks 'Daddy, how was I born?'

The father answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway!

Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo.

Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe.

We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other.

There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.

As soon as I was ready to upload,

we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall,

and since it was too late to hit the delete button,

nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said:


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YOU GOT MALE!

A 9/11 Survivor shares his experience

Propostion 21 FAQs

How much will it cost?

The initiative establishes an $18 annual surcharge per vehicle registered in the State of California.

2. Is this a tax?

The Attorney General’s summary refers to the $18 as a “surcharge”. 

3. Who pays the surcharge?

Owners of all California vehicles subject to the surcharge.  Vehicles NOT subject to the surcharge:

• Vehicles subject to the Commercial Vehicle Registration Act (Section 4000.6 of the Vehicle code) (generally, vehicles exceeding 10,000 pounds gross vehicle weight)
• Trailers subject to Section 5014.1 of the Vehicle Code
• Trailer coaches as defined by Section 635 of the Vehicle Code. 

4. Do visitors driving out-of-state vehicles pay entrance fees?

Yes.

5. When do I pay the surcharge?

On or after January 1, 2011.  The fee will be collected when vehicle registration fees are paid.

6. What happens with vehicle day-use?

Typically, most state parks charge a vehicle day-use fee that covers entry into the park and parking.  Under Proposition 21, all California vehicles subject to the surcharge would have free vehicle admission, parking, and day-use at all units of the state parks system which charge for vehicle access.

7. Which fees would remain?
• Camping fees
• Tour fees (for example Ano Nuevo State Reserve or Hearst Castle tours)
• Swimming pool fees
• Boating fees
• Museum and special event fees (for example, fees charged at the State Railroad Museum)
• Supplemental fees (for example, charges for extra vehicles at campsites)

8. Will there be changes to other existing fees?

The proposition only addresses fees for vehicle day-use access.  

9. Am I guaranteed entrance at any unit of the California State Park System?

No.  Park entrance remains subject to space limitations.  This will vary by park and time of day.  Entrance is usually based on a first-come first-served basis. It is best to check with park staff to learn more.

10. When would I see more services in the state parks? 

The timeline for adding staff and increasing services depends on a number of factors:

·         Receiving approval from the Legislature to expend funds

·         When the funds are received from the Department of Motor Vehicles

·         Time required to recruit, hire and train new staff

11. Who gets the money?
• California State Parks (76%)
• Department of Fish and Game (7%)
• California Ocean Protection Council (4%)
• State conservancies (2%)
• Wildlife Conservation Board (2%)
• Urban River Parkways (4%)
• Locally operated State Parks units (5%)

12. When will the money be available?

The funds will be available when they’re appropriated into Parks’ budget by the Legislature and governor

13. How will State Parks use the additional funds?

Subject to approval by the governor and Legislature, the additional funds could only be spent for purposes contained in the initiative:

·         Operation, maintenance, and repair of facilities, including visitor centers, restrooms, campsites, and ranger stations, in the State Park System.

·         Wildlife conservation and protection of natural resources, including forests, other natural lands, and lands that provide clean water, clean air and protect the health of people and nature.

·         Expanding public access to the State Park System and natural areas through outreach, public education, improved transportation access and providing for the safety and security of park visitors.

·         Development, management and expansion of state park units and facilities as needed to provide and enhance public access and recreational opportunities.

·         Protecting rivers, lakes, streams, coastal waters and marine resources.

·         Grants to local agencies that operate units of the State Park System to offset the loss of day use revenues as provided in this chapter, and to state and local agencies that manager river parkways.

·         Protecting and restoring state park cultural and historical resources.

·         Auditing and oversight of the implementation of this act to ensure that funds are only spent in accordance with the provisions of this act and are not diverted or misspent.

·         Other costs related to the operation and management of the State System.

·         Collection costs for the State Park Access Pass.

14. Who will oversee how the funds are spent?

The initiative requires an annual audit by the State Auditor and the formation of a public oversight committee.  Funds for oversight of administration are limited to 1% of the total funds received.              

15. Where can I find more information?

The entire text can be found on the California Secretary of State website www.sos.ca.gov .   Additional information is available in newspapers and on the web including at www.yesforstateparks.com and www.voteno21.com

The Telephone on the Wall

 Thank you, Cyndi!  This is one of those maybe it's true, maybe not stories that have a message.  I think it's a beautiful story.

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood... I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.. 
"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.   "Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough
now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered

.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. 

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice... 

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything... I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.

I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well..  

"Information." 

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 
"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." 

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. 

I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."  

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle .  A different voice answered,
"Information."

I asked for Sally. 

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered. 

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, " 
Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
 
Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you.  She wrote it down in case you called.  
Let me read it to you."

The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
 
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..

Whose life have you touched today?

Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.


  

FW: SNOPES.COM SAYS THIS IS TRUE!!!!! BE AWARE!

I also checked this out at Truth or Fiction.com in case somehow this Snopes link was fake.  It is real.  I frequently pick up litter and encourage my children to also, stewards of the earth and all that, but from now on, BE CAUTIOUS OF BOTTLES!   - Barbara YIKES!  IT REALLY TICKS ME OFF THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE THAT WOULD DO THIS SORT OF THING...(IT ALSO BOTHERS ME THAT THEY GIVE OUT THE FORMULA BELOW) BUT IT'S BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. More scary stuff - it really is true. NOT A JOKE - VERY SERIOUS Pass this on to everybody you know.  Anybody that sees a plastic bottle in their yard would think nothing of picking it up to throw it away. Looks like these things are starting to pop up around the U.S. Check the Snopes web site below, it's pretty scary.   Important warning!  NOT A JOKE!  Pay attention to this. 1.  A plastic bottle with a cap (Like a normal water bottle). 2.  A little Drano. 3.  A little water. 4.  A small piece of foil. 5.  Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM (Less than 30 seconds)!! 6.  No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc. People are finding these bombs in mailboxes and in their yards, just waiting for someone to pick it up intending to put it in the trash. It takes about 30 seconds to blow after you move the thing. See "SNOPES" below....it's true. http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/bottlebomb.asp <http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/bottlebomb.asp> Send it to everyone on your mailing list, I did, and it won't hurt to get it several times.

 

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now you know

thank you, Eli  


 



and that my friends is why the chicken crossed the road.

"Women's Right To Vote"

Thanks, Sandy!  All citizens should remember what a dearly bought right, privilege, and obligation it is to vote. This is the story ....... of our Mothers and Grandmothers who lived only 90 years ago.   Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.  The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.  And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.' (Lucy Burns) They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.  (Dora Lewis)  They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cell mate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.    Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.  (Alice Paul)  When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press. So, refresh MY memory. Some women won't vote this year because - Why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?            Mrs Pauline Adams in the prison garb she wore while serving a 60 day sentence. Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.   Miss Edith Ainge, of Jamestown, New York  All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.       (Berthe Arnold, CSU graduate) My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. 'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'    HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco/Bingo night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.     Conferring over ratification of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution at  National Woman's Party headquarters, Jackson Place , Washington , D.C.  Left to right: Mrs. Lawrence Lewis, Mrs. Abby Scott Baker, Anita Pollitzer,  Alice Paul, Florence Boeckel,  Mabel Vernon (standing, right)) It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.    The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'    Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.  We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.       Helena Hill Weed, Norwalk , Conn.   Serving 3 day sentence in D.C. prison for carrying banner, 'Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed.'

 

THE CELLPHONE VS THE SCRIPTURES

THE CELLPHONE VS THE SCRIPTURES

I wonder what would happen if we treated our scriptures like we treat our cell phones? What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we spent an hour or more using it every day?
What if we used it to receive messages?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to other kids as gifts?
What if we used it as we traveled? What if we used it in case of an emergency?
This is something to make you go...."Hmmm..Dude.. where is my scriptures?"

Unlike our cell phones:
One Plan does fit all.
Unlimited usage. No roaming charges.
You always have reception.
You can use it in the mountains and in a tunnel.
It's free with no hidden costs,
AND you don't ever have to worry your scriptures being disconnected because CHRIST has already paid the bill!

....
I picked this up from Alex Boye on Mormon.org

Beautiful Flower in A Broken Pot

Thanks for sharing this, Ginger.



Beautiful Flower In A Broken Pot

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of
Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore . We lived downstairs and rented
the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the clinic.
One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the
door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly
taller than my 8-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped,
shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from
swelling, red and raw.
Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to
see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this
morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."
He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no
success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face .... I
know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments
..."
For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could
sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the
morning."
I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.. I
went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked
the old man if he would join us. "No, thank you. I have plenty." And
he held up a brown paper bag.
When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with
him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man
had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he
fished for a living to support his daughter, her 5 children, and her
husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.
He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence
was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that
no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin
cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.
At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I
got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little
man was out on the porch.
He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly,
as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay
the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can
sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your
children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but
children don't seem to mind."
I told him he was welcome to come again.
And, on his next trip, he arrived a little after 7 in the morning.
As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I
had ever seen! He said he had shucked them that morning before he left
so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and
I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.
In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never a
time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his
garden.
Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special
delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or
kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk 3 miles to
mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly
precious.
When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a
comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning.
"Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away!
You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"
Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But, oh!, if only they
could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to
bear.
I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him
we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good
with gratitude to God.
Recently I was visiting a friend, who has a greenhouse, as she showed
me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden
chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was
growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this
were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!"
My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained,
"and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind
starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can
put it out in the garden."
She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was
imagining just such a scene in heaven.
"Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he
came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in
this small body."
All this happened long ago - and now, in God's garden, how tall this
lovely soul must stand.
The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the
outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7)