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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."
Pass
this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!
HE
is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be
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?
I
knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry
and get to work For 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.
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- ma il, 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....
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 small New England town. 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 swinging 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."
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.
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