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Time For God Thursday

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

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Time For God    
 
 
 
God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...
 
I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.
 
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.
 
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...
 
Maybe, Sunday night...
 
And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
 
We do like to have Him around during sickness...
 
And, of course, at funerals.
 
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
 
Because... That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.
 
May God forgive me for ever thinking...
 
That... there is a t ime or place where..
 
HE is not to be FIRST in my life.
 
We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
 
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
 
 
The Poem  
 
 
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
 
I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due.
 
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
 
And jumped up off my knees.
 
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
 
All day long I had no time
 
To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,
 
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
 
No time, no time, too much to do,
 
That was my constant cry,
 
No time to give to souls in need
 
But at last the time,
 
the time to die.
 
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
 
God looked into his book and said
 
"Your name I cannot find.
 
I once was going to write it down...
 
But never found the time"
 
 
Easy vs. Hard    
 
 
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to
 
tell a lie?
 
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
 
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
 
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?
 
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?
 
Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?
 
 
The Bird Cage    
 
 
There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the
 
bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.
 
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
 
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight I'm gonna have a real good time." "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or la ter. What will you do?"
 
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy.
 
"They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
 
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
 
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
 
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
 
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
 
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
 
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
 
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and t hen the pastor began to tell this story.
 
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
 
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
 
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
 
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
 
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
 
"How much?" He asked again.
 
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
 
Jesus said, "DONE!"
 
Then He paid the price.
 
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.
 
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara 
 
 

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