DATE: 11/16/2008 02:08:36 / MOOD: Reflective
We talked about everything. Almost.
This morning I learned that a friend of mine passed away yesterday. Right now I don't even know how it happened. But I do know that a friend is gone from my life forever. That we will never talk again. My friend and I had a lot of conversations over the past 5 years. We talked about motorcycles, and websites, and special events, and people we knew and people we didn't. We talked about the weather, and bikers, and leather jackets and cool new gear. We talked about politics and terrorism and Presidents and poets. We talked about business and boneheads. We talked about bikers who have crashed and motorists who caused crashes. We talked a lot - my friend was good at that.
But as I sit here this morning and think back on all the things my friend and I talked about,
I realize that we never talked about anything important ......we never talked about God!
written by ~Larry Gore on the death of Richard Sanders3-6-03 We (S&B) sent a message to Larry to make sure he would not mind his letter being here for all of you who stopped by to read it... he sent this reply : laid that on my heart to share with others. Feel free to use it and freely allow others to use it.If it just stops one person from making the same mistake that I did . . . ~~
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DATE: 08/31/2008 17:50:01 / MOOD: Hopeful
A woman was at work when she received a phone call that her small daughter was very sick with a fever.
She left her work and stopped by the pharmacy to get some medication.
She got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys in the car.
She didn't know what to do, so she called home and told the baby sitter what had happened.
The baby sitter told her that the fever was getting worse
She said, "You might find a coat hanger and use that to open the door."
The woman looked around and found an old rusty coat hanger that had been left on the ground, possibly by someone else who at some time had locked their keys in their car.
She looked at the hanger and said, "I don't know how to use this."
She bowed her head and asked God to send her help.
Within five minutes a beat up old motorcycle pulled up, with a dirty, greasy, bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag on his head
The woman thought, "This is what you sent to help me?" But, she was desperate, so she was also very thankful.
The man got off of his cycle and asked if he could help. She said, "Yes, my daughter is very sick.
I stopped to get her some medication and I locked my keys in my car. I must get home to her.
Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?
He said, "Sure." He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was opened.
She hugged the man and through her tears she said, "Thank You So Much! You are a very nice man."
The man replied, "Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of prison today. I was in prison for car theft and have only been out for about an hour."
The woman hugged the man again and with sobbing tears cried out loud,
"Oh, Thank you God! You even sent me a Professional!"
ISN'T GOD GOOD!
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DATE: 08/31/2008 17:33:04 / MOOD: Enthusiastic
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human prideI'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strongI'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of successI'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it allI submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfectMy flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it
When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of painI have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name
When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judgeI have no authority--I only know I'm loved
Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer
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