A guy is 74 years old and loves to fish.
He was sitting in his boat the other day when he heard a voice say,
'Pick me up.'
He looked around and couldn't see any one.
He thought he was dreaming when he heard the voice say a gain,
'Pick me up.'
He looked in the water and there, floating on the top, was a frog.
The man said, 'Are you talking to me?'
The frog said, 'Yes, I'm talking to you.
Pick me up then, kiss me and I'll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
I'll make sure that all your friends are envious and jealous because I will be your bride!'
The man looked at the frog for a short time, reached over, picked it up carefully, and placed it in his front pocket.
The frog said, 'What, are you nuts? Didn't you hear what I said? I said kiss me and I will be your beautiful bride.'
He opened his pocket, looked at the frog and said,
'Nah, at my age I'd rather have a talking frog.'
With age comes wisdom.
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Christmas Story
Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly
assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a
church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first
service on Christmas Eve.
T hey worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished..
On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving
rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.
O n the 21st, the pastor went over to the church.
His heart sank when he saw that the roof had
leaked, causing a large area of plaster about
20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the
sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about headhigh.
T he pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor,
and not knowing what else to do but postpone
the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a local business
was having a flea market type sale for charity
so he stopped in. One of the items was a
beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and
a Cross embroidered right in the center. It
was just the right size to cover up the hole
in the front wall. He bought it and headed
back to the church..
B y this time it had started to snow. An older
woman running from the opposite direction
was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church
for the next bus 45 minutes later.
She sat in a pew and paid no attention
to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers,
etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry.
The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
T hen he noticed the woman walking down
the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet.
"Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?"
The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were.
These were the initials of the woman, and
she had made this tablecloth 35 years before,
in Austria
The woman could hardly believe it as the
pastor told how he had just gotten the
Tablecloth. The woman explained that before
the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria . When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her
next week. He was captured.
Sent to prison and never saw her husband or
her home again.
T he pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth;
but she made the pastor keep it for the church.
The pastor insisted on driving her home, that
was the least he could do. She lived on the other
side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn
for the day for a housecleaning job.
What a wonderful service they had on Christmas
Eve. The church was almost full. The music and
the spirit were great. At the end of the service,
the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door
and many said they would return.
One older man, whom the pastor recognized
from the neighborhood continued to sit in one
of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.
The man asked him where he got the tablecloth
on the front wall because it was identical to one
that his wife had made years ago when
they lived in Austria before the war and how
could there be two tablecloths so much alike.
He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how
he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he
was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison.
He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.
The pastor asked him if he would allow him to
take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten
Island and to the same house where the pastor
had taken the woman three days earlier.
He helped the man climb the three flights of
stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on
the door and he saw the greatest Christmas
reunion he could ever imagine.
True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid
Who says God does not work in mysterious
ways. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed
for you today, to guide you and protect you
as you go along your way. His love is always
with you, His promises are true, and when
we give Him all our cares you know He will
see us through.
So when the road you're traveling on seems
difficult at best.. Just remember I'm here
praying and God will do the rest.
When there is nothing left but God, that is
when you find out that God is all you need.
F ather, God, bless all my friends and family
in what ever it is that You know they may be needing this day! May their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks
to have a closer relationship with you. Amen.
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly
assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a
church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first
service on Christmas Eve.
T hey worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished..
On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving
rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.
O n the 21st, the pastor went over to the church.
His heart sank when he saw that the roof had
leaked, causing a large area of plaster about
20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the
sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about headhigh.
T he pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor,
and not knowing what else to do but postpone
the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a local business
was having a flea market type sale for charity
so he stopped in. One of the items was a
beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and
a Cross embroidered right in the center. It
was just the right size to cover up the hole
in the front wall. He bought it and headed
back to the church..
B y this time it had started to snow. An older
woman running from the opposite direction
was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church
for the next bus 45 minutes later.
She sat in a pew and paid no attention
to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers,
etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry.
The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
T hen he noticed the woman walking down
the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet.
"Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?"
The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were.
These were the initials of the woman, and
she had made this tablecloth 35 years before,
in Austria
The woman could hardly believe it as the
pastor told how he had just gotten the
Tablecloth. The woman explained that before
the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria . When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her
next week. He was captured.
Sent to prison and never saw her husband or
her home again.
T he pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth;
but she made the pastor keep it for the church.
The pastor insisted on driving her home, that
was the least he could do. She lived on the other
side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn
for the day for a housecleaning job.
What a wonderful service they had on Christmas
Eve. The church was almost full. The music and
the spirit were great. At the end of the service,
the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door
and many said they would return.
One older man, whom the pastor recognized
from the neighborhood continued to sit in one
of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.
The man asked him where he got the tablecloth
on the front wall because it was identical to one
that his wife had made years ago when
they lived in Austria before the war and how
could there be two tablecloths so much alike.
He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how
he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he
was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison.
He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.
The pastor asked him if he would allow him to
take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten
Island and to the same house where the pastor
had taken the woman three days earlier.
He helped the man climb the three flights of
stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on
the door and he saw the greatest Christmas
reunion he could ever imagine.
True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid
Who says God does not work in mysterious
ways. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed
for you today, to guide you and protect you
as you go along your way. His love is always
with you, His promises are true, and when
we give Him all our cares you know He will
see us through.
So when the road you're traveling on seems
difficult at best.. Just remember I'm here
praying and God will do the rest.
When there is nothing left but God, that is
when you find out that God is all you need.
F ather, God, bless all my friends and family
in what ever it is that You know they may be needing this day! May their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks
to have a closer relationship with you. Amen.
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