The below message really makes one think......... Teresa -------- Original Message -------- Subject: Read only if you have time for God Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 23:46:52 +0000 From: goanne1@comcast.net To: "~~~M.D.B~~~" <browning63@covenant-isp.com> CC: David_Woodward@ingerrand.com (David Woodward), LAW213@aol.com (Laura Wilcott), Teeveew@comcast.net (Theron Waldrop), tyrmite@aol.com (Tabitha Waldrop), MikeDWal@wmconnect.com (Michael Waldrop), WALJOEFLO@WMConnect.com (Joe & Florence Waldrop), Stormfive@netzero.net (Brian Waldrop), DTEC99@aol.com (Jeff Siler), JJessieRae@aol.com (Jessie Seigler), S_gerrye@Bellsouth.net (Bill and Gerrye Scoggins), rcruff@cox.net (Bob & Charlotte Ruff), pr@knology.net (Pam & Hal Reeves), studentcentral@bellsouth.net (Kamron Reames), madurapchef@edistoelectric.net (Tina Madura), jeanknight@comcast.net (Jean Knight), georginajusino@yahoo.com (Georgina Jusino), Svisaacs@aol.com (Susan Isaacs), loretta-howard@juno.com (Loretta Howard), kimber905@knology.net (Kim Howard), jheadden@yahoo.com (Janis Headden), Fayegray@aol.com (Sandra Gray), dptg@sc.tds.net (dennis & peggy glover), VACERAMICS@aol.com (Virginia Folk), efdyer@attglobal.net (Eric & Lisa Dyer), TimothyDilley@aol.com (Tim Dilley), sonyac@bellsouth.net (Sonya Connelly), GCaveness@aol.com (Gene Caveness), shem ecassidy@hotmail.com (Shelagh Cassidy), Peter.Cassidy@Healthnet.com (Peter Cassidy), Linhle2001@yahoo.com (Lin & Peter Cassidy), KelJeff1@aol.com (Kellie Cassidy), Dtony@worldnet.att.net (Tony Carson), tcapeletti@comcast.net (Tami Capeletti), awedbygrace@hotmail.com (Nikki Bolin), hoppinjohn@hotmail.com (John Bolin), LHBehmer@aol.com (Linda Behm), baxt429@bellsouth.net (Larry & Teresa Baxter), CAlhas9832@aol.com (Cara Al-Hashimi), Edmajzlik@aol.com (Brother Ed) >Subject: READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR GOD > >God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...I don't have time for >this.. And, this is really inappropriate during work. Then, I realized >that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the >problems in our world today. We try to keep God in church on Sunday >morning... Maybe, Sunday night... And, the unlikely event of a midweek >service. > >We do like to have Him around during sickness...And, of course, at >funerals. However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or >play... Because... That's the part of our lives we think...We can, and >should, handle on our own. > >May God forgive me for ever thinking... That... there is a time or >place where... HE is not to be FIRST in my life. We should always have >time to remember all HE has done for us. > >If, You aren't ashamed to do this...Please follow the directions. > >Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before >my Father." Not ashamed? Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!! > >Yes, I do Love God. >HE is my source of existence and Savior. >He keeps me functioning each and every day. >Without Him, I will be nothing. >Without Him, I am nothing. >But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13) >This is the simplest test. >If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE >has done for you... > >Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you! >I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. > >Do You love Him? > > > >THE POEM > >I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. >I had to hurry and get to work or bills would soon be due. > >So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, and jumped up off my knees. My >Christian duty was now done my soul could rest at ease. > >All day long I had no time to spread a word of cheer. >No time to speak of Christ to friends, they'd laugh at me I'd fear. > >No time, no time, too much to do, that was my constant cry, >No time to give to souls in need but at last the time, the time to die. > >I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his >hands God held a book; it was the book of life. > >God looked into his book and said "Your name I cannot find. >I once was going to write it down...but never found the time" > >Now do you have the time to pass it on? >Make sure that you scroll through to the end. > >Easy vs. Hard > >Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie? > >Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we >suddenly wake up? > >Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty >stuff? > >Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to >look at a nasty one? > >Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of >the nasty ones? > >Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs >are getting larger? > >Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or >delete it? Just remember-God is watching you. > >Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one! > >Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer >for the person that sent it to you.... > >That's all you have to do.... > >There is nothing attached.... > >This is so powerful.... > >Just e-mail this to ten people and watch God's answer to prayer work in >your life. > >Do not stop the wheel, please.... > >Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one.... > >There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS! > >May God keep you and bless you. > >If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very >true Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how >many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on >it? > >There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a smallNew >Englandtown. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a >rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were >raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was >walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me >winging this bird cage On the bottom of the cage were three little wild >birds, shivering with cold and fright. > >I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old >birds," came the reply. > >"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked. > >"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease >'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a >real good time." > >"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you >do?" > >"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll >take'em to them." > >The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those >birds, son?" > >"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain >old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!" > >"How much?" the pastor asked again. > >The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?" > >The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He >placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. > >The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the >alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, >he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds >out, setting them free. > >Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the >pastor began to tell this story. > >One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come >from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I >just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used >bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!" > >"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. > >Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to >marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to >drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and >bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!" > >"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. > >"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. > >"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked. > >"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take >them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill >you You don't want those people!!" > >"How much?" He asked again. > >Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your >life." > >Jesus said, "DONE!" > >Then He paid the price. > >The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the >pulpit. > > >Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then >wonder why the world's going to hell. > >Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow >Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God). > >Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and >they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages >regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. > >Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not >send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they >believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them. > >Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think >of me than what God thinks of me. > >I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they >will be blessed by God in a way special for them. > >And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that >indeed it was sent out to many more