Anyway
People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People really need help but may attack you if you help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you've got anyway.

Author - Mother Teresa  (Source: Source Unknown)


A professors thoughts
"At a certain college, there was a professor with a reputation for being tough on Christians. At the first class every semester, he asked if anyone was a Christian and proceeded to degrade and make fun of their belief. One semester, he asked the question and young man raised his hand when asked if anyone was a Christian. The professor asked "Did God make everything, young man?" "Yes he did sir," the young man replied. The professor responded, "If God made everything, then God made evil, and if we can only create from within ourselves, then God is evil." The student didn't have a response and the professor was happy to have once again proved the Christian faith to be a myth. Then another man raised his hand and asked "May I ask you something, sir?" "Yes you may," responded the professor. The young man stood up and said, "Sir, is there such thing as cold?" "Of course there is, what kind of a question is that? Haven't you ever been cold?" The young man replied, "Actually, sir, cold does not exist. What we consider to be cold, is really only the absence of heat. Absolute zero is when there is absolutely no heat, but cold does not really exist. We have only created that term to describe how we feel when heat is not there." The young man continued, "Sir, is there such thing as dark?" Once again, professor responded, "Of course there is." And once again, the student replied, "Actually sir, darkness does not exist." "Darkness is really only the absence of light. Darkness is only a term man developed to describe what happens when there is no light present." Finally, the young man asked, "Sir, is there such thing as evil?" The professor responded, "Of course, we have rapes, and murders and violence everywhere in the world, those things are evil." The student replied, "Actually, sir, "Evil is not a substance but a corruption of the good substance that God made. Evil is like rust to a car or rot to a tree. It is a lack in good things, but it is not a thing in itself. Evil is like a wound in an arm or moth-holes in a garment. It exists only in another but not in itself. God did not create evil. It isn't like truth, or love, which exist as virtues like heat and light. Evil is simply the state where Good is not present, like cold without heat or darkness without light." The professor had nothing to say.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Build me a Temple
Build Me a temple that Holy and new, Build Me a temple to dwell in with you; Cleanse this new temple from all previous sin, Open the doors wide place My love within; Invite My Spirit to dwell in this place, Let Him come in to fill every space. This temple I need is not stone or brick, Not made of wood, canvas, or stick; The temple I want is the one I gave you, So long ago when you were brand new; The temple I ask is the body you wear, It's a temple you have that is always right there. So build Me your temple that Holy and new, Build Me a temple to dwell with you; Build Me a temple and you will see, That together forever we'll always be.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Death Row
A letter written to a man on death row by the Father of the man whom the man on death row had killed: You are probably surprised that I, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but I ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. As the Father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I have something very important to say to you. I forgive you. With all my heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard for you to believe, but I really do. At your trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my Son his life and asked for my forgiveness, I immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart. I can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness. But this is not all I have to say to you. I want to make you an offer: I want you to become my adopted child. You see, my Son who died was my only child, and I now want to share my life with you and leave my riches to you. This may not make sense to you or anyone else, but I believe you are worth the offer. I have arranged matters so that if you will receive my offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death will be dismissed. At that point, you will become my adopted child and heir to all my riches. I realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be tempted to reject my offer completely -- but I make it to you without reservation. Also, I realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who cost my Son his life, but I now have a great love and an unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you. Finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth. Nothing could be further from the truth. If I can forgive you for your part in my Son's death, I can forgive you for anything. I know you never will be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer. Besides, I believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary (though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty. Some would call me foolish for my offer to you, but I wish for you to call me your Father. Love, God

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Eternal Ink
I dreamed I was in heaven Where an angel kept God's book. He was writing so intently I just had to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing That made me stop and think But the fluid in the bottle That was marked eternal ink. This ink was most amazing, Dark black upon his blotter But as it touched the parchment It became as clear as water. The angel kept on writing, But as quickly as a wink The words were disappearing With that strange eternal ink. The angel took no notice, But kept writing on and on. He turned each page and filled it Till all its space was gone. I thought he wrote to no avail, His efforts were so vain For he wrote a thousand pages That he'd never read again. And as I watched and wondered that This awesome sight was mine, I actually saw a word stay black As it dried upon the line. The angel wrote and I thought I saw A look of satisfaction. At last he had some print to show For all his earnest action. A line or two dried dark and stayed As black as black can be, But strangely the next paragraph Became invisible to see. The book was getting fuller, The angel's records true, But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through. I knew there was some reason, But as hard as I could think, I couldn't grasp the significance Of that eternal ink. The mystery burned within me, And I finally dared to ask The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task. And what I heard was frightful As the angel turned his head. He looked directly at me, And this is what he said... I know you stand and wonder At what my writing's worth But God has told me to record The lives of those on earth. The book that I am filling Is an accurate account Of every word and action And to what they do amount. And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true; The details of my journal Are the strict accounts of YOU. The Lord asked me to watch you As each day you worked and played. I saw you as you went to church, I saw you as you prayed. But I was told to document Your life through all the week. I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek. I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad. I was sorry that I had to write The things that make God sad. So now I'll tell the wonder Of this eternal ink, For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think. This ink that God created To help me keep my journal Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal. So much of life is wasted On things that matter not So instead of my erasing, Smudging ink and ugly blot. I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest For it is able to decide What's useless and what's best. And God ordained that as I write Of all you do and say Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away. When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true; The Lord's eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you. If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare, And God will issue no reward For you when you get there. In fact, you'll be embarrassed, You will hang your head in shame Because you did not give yourself In love to Jesus' Name. Yet maybe there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed That showed the times you truly cared, Sincerely loved and prayed. But you will always wonder As you enter heaven's door How much more glad you would have been If only you'd done more. For I record as God sees, I don't stop to even think Because the truth is written With God's eternal ink. When I heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died. And I said: O angel tell the Lord That soon as I awake I'll live my life for Jesus- I'll do all for His dear sake. I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to; I'll turn my back on self and sin And whatever isn't true. And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure. I'm determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean and pure. With Jesus as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee, For I know that they will live with Christ For all eternity. And that's what really matters When my life on earth is gone That I will stand before the Lord And hear Him say, well done. For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink? And I realize that God keeps books With His eternal ink. Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust? From this point on I'll serve the Lord; I can, I will, I must! I will NOT send blank pages Up to God's majestic throne For where that record's going now Is my eternal home. I'm giving all to Jesus I now have seen the link For I saw an angel write my life With God's eternal ink.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


God said...I said
GOD SAID: Nice touch. I SAID: Thanks. But...what are we talking about? That WWJD bracelet you're wearing. Oh, Yeah. I've got five. I know. You can match 'em with just about anything in your closet can't you? Yeah. Cool, huh? You've got a pretty good collection. Yep. Too bad it's not more. Well I'll get a few more-eventually. After all they do cost. No, I'm not talking about adding more bracelets to your collection. But you're right-there is a cost involved. Uh oh. I've got a feeling we're not on the same page, are we, God? Nope. Look, I'm kind of in a hurry, Lord. So if You have something to say, could you just say it? I already have. Guess I didn't catch it. Let's go through it again okay? Check out 1 John 2:4-5. Uh. All right. Gimmie a sec. It's under your bed. What? Your Bible. How'd you know that's what I was look- I'm God, remember? I know everything. Oh, yeah. Okay here we go: "Someone may say, 'I am a Christian; I am on my way to heaven; I belong to Christ.' But if he doesn't do what Christ tells him to, he is a liar. But those who do what Christ tells them to will learn to love God more and more. That is the way to know whether or not you are a Christian." So...lay it on me, God. What are you saying? I'm saying it sure would be nice if that WWJD bracelet you're wearing was more than a fashion statement. But if it were....it would cost. Hey, wait a sec! I'm not just wearing this as a fad! I know what it stands for. I believe in it. Believing in a phrase....and living the lifestyle are two different things. I'm listening. Well, to really live out the WWJD lifestyle may cost you some dates. Guys? And maybe some friends. The girls? And maybe your time. My TV shows? WWJD means asking yourself "What would Jesus do" before anything and everything you do. Well, yeah...technically. Excuse me? I mean, yeah...we all know what the letters stand for. But... But to take it seriously. I mean to actually ask ourselves that question...well, that would change everything -or at least a lot! Check out 1 John 2:6. Okay. Got it right here. "Anyone who says he is a Christian should live as Christ did" Hmmm. So what's it gonna be? A fashion statement or a lifestyle backed with commitment? But, God, I'm not sure You really understand, If I truly asked what You do..well, You probably wouldn't go to the movie I'm gonna see this Friday with Brian. Not that particular one; no. And you probably wouldn't want me hanging out with Kari as much. She shoplifts. And since you're not doing anything to confront her or trying to introduce her to Me, she's pulling you down, Yeah I'd like you to quit spending so much time with her. God, If I start asking myself that question... If you don't, and you continue to wear that bracelet you're a phony. That's harsh don't You think? Read my words again. The ones in 1 John 2:4. Read the last part of the verse. "But if he doesn't do what Christ tells him to, he is a liar" Ouch. Yes...ouch. I died for those words. I know. I also died to give you the power you need to put those words into practice. I'm not that strong, God. I know. I made you, remember? I realize you're weak. I know your temptations. But I can equip you with everything you need to become all you need to be. You know what this means, don't you? There maybe be Friday nights I'm home alone. No, not alone. I've promised to never leave you. I would love to spend this Friday night with you. Is this for real? So I shed my real blood. But....Friday night...alone with GOD? Oh, my child, the things I want to do in your life. The dreams I want to give you! The vision I want to create with you. I have so much in store for you, your mind couldn't comprehend it if I told you everything right now. Wow. For me? That's kind of exciting! For you. You're that special. I'm pretty good at dreaming too, God. Yes you are. But My dreams are even bigger then your Imagination! Check out Ephesians 3:20. Okay, here it is: "Now glory be to GOD who by his mighty power at work within us in able to do far more than we would ever dare or even dream of beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes." And what about Jeremiah 29:11? Old Testament. Got it. "For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope" Wow. My child, I love you way too much to let you slide. It hurts me to watch you settle for WWJD being mere piece of fabric wrapped around your wrist when it's meant to be much more. I'm sorry, Father, I never really thought about it. You see, I went through more torture than you can even fathom....just so you could live WWJD instead of simply wear it. That is a lot to swallow. And I did it because I love you, But Father, I don't deserve love that great. And you know what? If you had been the only person in the entire world, I still would have gone through the crucifixion just for you. Jesus, will You forgive me? I'm so sorry. I never meant to take your death for granted. I don't want to be a phony. I want to be genuine and full of You. I want people to see a difference in my life. I'm sorry. I've taken you for granted. Jesus, fill me. Let me be putty in Your hands. Remake me in Your image. Yes. I need to hurry to my piano lesson right now Lord. And as soon as that's over, I have an important appointment. Oh? With my Bible and my Heavenly Father. We need to talk about my friends, my time, and my entertainment. Guess what? What? That's exactly what Jesus would do!

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Auther Unknown)


Five more minutes
The radio blaring startled me awake. Just five more minutes, I told myself, as I banged around on the headboard and finally found the snooze button. Four times, I said just five more minutes, only my snooze alarm is random, it goes off at intervals every where from five to nine minutes. Suddenly it was 33 minutes later than I was supposed to get up and I was in a panic. The rest of the day was thrown off kilter because of just five more minutes. I haven't decided if the snooze button is a great invention or a curse. I know it impacts me, because I'll play mind games with it. I'll set my alarm ten minutes early because, I can "sneak" a few extra minutes of sleep in when it goes off. The quality of the sleep isn't very good, but it seems so much better because it is some sleep I've managed to "steal". Truth be known, I would have slept better if I had set the alarm for the right time and simply got up with it. I wondered this morning how often God had been calling me and I hit my internal snooze button instead. Just wait a little longer God, just a little longer, just a little longer. Suddenly I'm running way behind and I missed out on the opportunity to listen or to serve. God puts someone on my heart and says give them a call or drop them a note. Okay God, just as soon as I .... and then it's weeks later. I find out that in the interim they had been going through a crisis time and really could have used some encouragement. We all do it. I think I do it less now than I used to earlier in my walk, but I'm far from perfect. I'm so glad He is a loving, patient and merciful God. He's used to people putting other things ahead of time with Him or in obedience to Him. As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her. Luke 10:38-42 NIV Martha would have made time after the house was perfect. The disciples in the Garden of Gethsemane would have prayed with Jesus after a little nap. When will you make time to listen and obey? Until next time, may you take the time with Him instead of playing games with life's snooze alarm.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)




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The Messenger: A Soulmate Story
It was a beautiful sunny day in Seattle, which is so unusual for the 4th of July; a day for fireworks and celebration honoring our country's independence. That day, little did I know that I was soon to receive a very special message from the most unusual messenger. It was early in the afternoon and I was seriously busy refinishing some very old windows out on my back porch. All of the doors and windows throughout my home where open, letting in the light and fresh air. My life was certainly going through some changes. Only a month before, I had been struggling with a relationship that I knew needed to change form. A few days earlier I had said my goodbyes. I had always heard that when one door closes another door opens, but I didn't know if I was fully prepared to step into the new door that was presenting itself so quickly. You see, I was finally realizing that the dearest male friend that I had ever known, was the soul mate I had been looking for my entire life. What a shock to my senses this was! I had always thought of myself as an intuitive person, but I didn't see this one coming. It was like I had a veil pulled over my eyes. Needless to say, I was filled with bliss from this new awareness. But also scared and a bit unsure at the same time. They say that the chance of someone single in their mid forties finding true love, is like finding an old vintage "oat penny" in a jar full of pocket change--highly unlikely. (What do 'they' know :-) I knew in my heart that my friend Kirk was a soul mate, but my head was swimming in some type of fear that I couldn't really fully understand. So, I did what I do when I need to process so many emotions. I worked on something tangible in the physical world that needed to be fixed. As I was refinishing the old window frames, I began to notice layer after layer of different colored paint. It seemed like I was going through the generations of a family tree as each layer was exposed. Each of the colors of paint was sharing a story about different cycles in my life. As each layer exposed itself, I had some sort of revelation. I can't really tell you every thought that went through my mind, but it seemed so very revealing at the time. There came a point when I was so full of thought that I knew I needed to take a break. So, I decided to walk into my magical dining room where the beautiful stained glass windows surrounded my favorite plants. It was at that very moment when something unusual caught my eye. I have always had an affinity for butterflies and love to watch them outside, but this was the first time I had ever seen one indoors. "Wow!", I thought to myself. "This is the most unusual looking butterfly." I have seen Monarch butterflies up close, but never one like this before. So I slowly walked up to take a better look. I was in awe. This butterfly was so very large, black, white, and orange and incredibly beautiful. He seemed quite calm really; much calmer than I was for sure. I wondered, "Now, what does a person do with a butterfly in their home?" I can tell you what I thought. I was concerned that he was going to die if he stayed inside any longer. It is unnatural for a butterfly not to be free. So, I wondered what to do. Just then I heard thoughts in my head telling me to fill myself with love and then to place my hand beside this radiant butterfly. So I did just that. As I was feeling this incredible sense of love oozing from my being, I watched him so intently while pressing my hand close to him against the window pane. In my amazement he slowly and steadily crept over to my hand and I watched him carefully step right into the center of my palm. I was motionless and in shock. Why would a butterfly as unusually beautiful as this one come inside my home and end up in my palm? Just then I heard another thought fill my senses, and this time it seemed to be coming from the Butterfly! "Trust dear one. Trust your life and trust your heart. Here you are with the door open, and the light is shining the way. I am here to show you that you now have your independence. Do with it as you wish. In going through the door before you, your life will have more freedom than you have ever known before." This was so weird. I had this incredible peace fill every inch of my being. I just knew this butterfly was sent to me as a messenger, to tell me everything was okay; that my love for my wonderful friend and soul mate Kirk, was perfect, so not to fear. I slowly walked the twenty-five or so steps through my dining room and out onto my front porch. The butterfly contently lay in the palm of my hand, not about to leave until he knew I received my message. At the point of mutual acknowledgement I raised my hands to the sky and watched as the butterfly so elegantly ascended from my palm up into the sky. I stood there for a while and watched him circle the yard, as if he was smiling back at me, saying his goodbyes. I thought to myself, "What a magical messenger indeed." From that moment on, I have never turned back.

Author - Sandy Breckenridge  (Source: Source Unknown)


A Letter From Home
I had a safe trip. The angels carried me safely into Father Abraham's bosom. Oh, the thrill I felt when I met the one that died for me! And no matter what you've heard, there's just no words to describe the glories that surround him. I'm satisfied here; every need's been supplied. Just wait till you see my new home. I'm satisfied because there's no sin here, no murders, no divorce, no abortions, and no need to ever have locks on the doors. Perfect peace reigns here. I'm satisfied because there's no sickness. Why, I've never felt better in my life! I have a brand new body just like Jesus. And oh, I wish you could hear the singing. David played his harp today, and a great crowd gathered by the river of life and sang a new song. Of course, the angels couldn't sing that song, but they sure were listening. It's really wonderful here, because there are no strangers. Everyone knows me by name. Why, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego showed me around. Seems like I've been here forever. The weather is great. There's a cool breeze blowing all the time. And you know one of the nicest things, night and darkness never comes. It's light here all the time, for Jesus himself is the light of the city. Please, remember, I'm safe, I'm satisfied, and I'm not sick anymore. There will be no need for me to write again, because I was told today that nothing here ever changes. In closing, the only thing that would make this wonderful place more complete is for all my family and friends to join me here in Heaven.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)





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