As a third-century man was anticipating death, he penned these last words to a friend: “It's a bad world, an incredibly bad world. But I have discovered in the midst of it a quiet and holy people who have learned a great secret. They have found a joy which is a thousand times better than any pleasure of our sinful life. They are despised and persecuted, but they care not. They are masters of their souls. They have overcome the world. These people are the Christians—and I am one of them.”
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#1 · October 22, 2006, 3:19 pm

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"TO REMEMBER ME"
 

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet,
neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a
hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a
certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has
ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my
life has stopped.
 
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into
my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my
'deathbed.' Call it my 'bed of life,' and let my body be taken
from it to help others lead fuller lives.
 
Give my sight to someone who has never seen a sunrise, a
baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
 
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing
but endless days of pain.
 
Give my blood to the teenager who has been pulled from the
wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his
grandchildren play.
 
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from
week to week.
 
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body
and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
 
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary,
and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout
at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain
against her window.
 
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to
help the flowers grow.
 
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses
and all my prejudices against my other humans.
 
Give my sins to the devil.
 
Give my soul to God.
 
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed
or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked,
I will live forever.
 
"When I Say Good Morning I Mean"
 
 
G-od
O-ffers us His
O-utstanding
D-evotion to
M-ake us
O-bedient &
R-eady for a
N-ew day with Him.
I-nspire others please, and
N-ever forget
G-od loves you!
 
 
"Recipe for Miracles"
 
 
Ingredients:
1 part of knowing who you are
1 part of knowing who you aren't
1 part of knowing what you want
1 part of knowing who you wish to be
1 part of knowing what you already have
1 part of choosing wisely from what you have
1 part of loving and thanking God for ALL you have
 
Combine ingredients together gently
Finely blended. Use thoughts,
Words and actions for best results.
Bake until Blessed. Give thanks Again
Yield: Unlimited servings
 
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
 
 
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