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#1 · March 24, 2005, 3:49 pm
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"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
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"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?
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."
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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."
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!"
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,"
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
they are great.
To everyone I sent this to "Thanks for your time"
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
Dave and Barbara
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