Prayer is an acknowledgment that our need of God’s help is not partial but total… Yet many of our church prayer meetings have dwindled in size and influence. Ultimately, the explanation can be traced to spiritual warfare. If, as the hymn writer says, 'Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon his knees,” then we may be sure that he and his minions will be working hard to discredit the value of united prayer. The Evil One has scored a great victory in getting sincere believers to waver in their conviction that prayer is necessary and powerful.
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#1 · April 4, 2005, 12:05 pm

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"TWO LITTLE WORDS"
 
 
Why is it while we are down on our knees,
We start out each prayer, with that one word, 'PLEASE'?
The next time, in prayer, here's one thing to do,
Start out by saying, "Dear LORD, I THANK YOU!"
 
Some only pray, when they ask for a gift,
Others request that HE give them a lift.
Like all little children, we learn to say please.
But some of us say it, with way too much ease.
 
Try saying THANK YOU, you may be surprised,
That your prayers are answered, as you open your eyes.
GOD likes to be thanked, just like we all do.
Surely that's not asking too much from you.
 
So tonight, don't ask "PLEASE,"  say "THANK YOU," instead.
You'll feel so much better, when you climb into bed.
Then tomorrow you'll wake up, to a bright shining day.
If only you'll remember, those two words to say.
Joe Pielmeier Sr.
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"He Is My Father"
 
 
Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
 
He had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence.  "Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
 
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
 
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
 
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
 
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her.  She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid. The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
 
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
 
The child replied, "Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."
 
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.
 
Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home. Don't worry.
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Don't tell God how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big your GOD is !
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
 
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