Quote from Forum Archives on March 24, 2005, 3:49 pm

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"My Attorney"

After living what I felt was a "decent" life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

 

As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor." He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt Knew Him.

 

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room. I couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, "Let us begin."

 

The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell." He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.  As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who
sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?

 

Satan finished with a fury and said, "This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise."

 

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior. He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, "Hi, Dad," and then He turned to address the court. "Satan was correct in saying that this man had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."

 

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so that this person might have eternal life and he has accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."

 

My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the book of life and no one can snatch him from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy." As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said,"There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all." The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words
bellowed from His lips... "This man is free. The penalty for him has already been paid in full. Case dismissed."

 

As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, "I won't give up, I will win the next one."

 

I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, "Have you ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said, "Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you, "PAID IN FULL."
From Shirley

 

 

"The Importance of Time"

 

 

A young man learns what's most important in life from the  guy
next  door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. 
College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In  fact,
Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his  dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to  think
about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and  son.
He was working on his future, and nothing could stop  him.

 

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last  night.
The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind 
like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his  childhood
days.

 

"Jack, did you hear me?"

 

"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I 
thought  of him.
I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack 
said.

 

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask  how you
were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent  over '
his  side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told  him.

 

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack  said.

 

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped  in to
make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she  said.

 

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't  be in
this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time 
teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be  there
for the funeral," Jack said.

 

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next  flight
to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful.  He
had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed  away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom  stopped
by to see the old house next door one more  time.

 

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was  like
crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space  and
time.

 

The house was exactly as he remembered.  Every step  held
memories.
Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped  suddenly.

 

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom  asked.

 

"The box is gone," he said.

 

"What box?" Mom asked.

 

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of  his
desk.
I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All  he'd
ever tell me was ' the thing I value most, '" Jack  said.

 

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack 
remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from  the
Belser family had taken it.

 

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack  said. "I
better get some sleep. I have an early flight home,  Mom."

 

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning 
home  from work one day Jack discovered a note in his  mailbox.
"Signature  required on a package. No one at home.  Please stop
by the main post office within the next three days," the note  read.

 

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box  was
old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.  The
handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address  caught
his attention.  "Mr. Harold Belser" it  read.

 

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package 
There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook  as
he read the note inside.

 

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to  Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small  key was
taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his  eyes,
Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a  beautiful
gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he 
unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:  "Jack,
Thanks for your time! Harold  Belser."

 

The thing he valued most...was...my  time."

 

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his  office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?"  Janet, his
assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he 
said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your  time!"

 

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but  by the
moments that take our breath  away,"

 

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100%  true.

 

At least 2 people in this world love you so much they  would die
for you.

 

At least 15 people in this world love you in some  way.

 

A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if  they
don't know you.

 

Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to  sleep.

 

You mean the world to  someone.

 

Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about 
the  rude remarks.

 

Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel 
much
better when they know and you'll both be  happy.

 

If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know  that
they are great.

 

To everyone I sent this to "Thanks for your  time"

 

 

Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara

 

 

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