Pride is a person having too high an opinion of himself. Pride is the first sin that ever entered into the universe, and the last sin that is rooted out. Pride is the worst sin. It is the most secret of all sins. There is no other matter in which the heart is more deceitful and unsearchable. Alas, how much pride the best have in their hearts! Pride is God's most stubborn enemy! There is no sin so much like the devil as pride. It is a secret and subtle sin, and appears in a great many shapes which are undetected and unsuspected.
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"A WALK THROUGH THE DESERT" Wednesday

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#1 · April 19, 2006, 3:43 pm

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"A WALK THROUGH THE DESERT"
 
 
 
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE.
 
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS H URT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND:
 
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
 
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH
 
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
 
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE.
 
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?"
 
THE OTHER FRIEND REPLIED
"WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
 WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
 IN SAND WHERE WINDS OF
 FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
 
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT."
 
LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.
 
 
"Old Mr. Toad"
 
 
I once met an old man who spent all his days
On the front porch just watching the road
The townspeople thought him a little bit wierd
And the kids called him old Mr. Toad
 
I wanted to know why he didn't mind
When taunted with such a cruel name
His eyes didn't move from the road as he spoke
After which, I was never the same
 
As I sit in this old, rocking chair day by day
You can see on the floor a worn groove
But my mind isn't on if it's rocking or not
It's my heart that will know when to move
 
I watch every day for my boy to come home
He left here a few years ago
Took my life savin's and just disappeared
But he'll be back someday, I know
 
And when he comes home I want him to see
The forgiveness and love in these eyes
It won't matter one bit if he squandered it all
When I see him come over the rise
 
I'll welcome him home with these open arms
No matter what he has done
And this old Mr. Toad will be ready to jump
At the moment I see my dear son
 
I blotted the tears from my eyes as I heard
The story of old Mr. Toad
As I thought to myself, sounds just like our God
His eyes always watching the road
 
Waiting to welcome the wayward one home
No matter what he has done
In forgiveness and love, with arms open wide
At the moment He see's His dear son
Linda Oliver
 
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
 
 
God never uses an answering machine; he takes each call personally.
 
 
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