Calling all Fantasy Football fanatics!!!!!
I am very interested in starting and hosting a Yahoo fantasy football league. I look forward to this time of year as I put on my Jake DelHomme jersey and pray that this is the year that the Panthers win the Super Bowl!!!
Here's what I need from you......Email me A.S.A.P. and let me know you'd like to get in on the fun. I'm looking at having 10 teams total so the first 9 people to contact me will be in. If we get enough for more than 1 league, I'll set up more leagues!
Let's shoot for Sunday August 13th being the last day to contact me. I'll then create the leagues and send everyone the invite link and we'll draft by August 20th.
My email address is darren@wbfj.fm Get signed up today and let the "Smack Talk" begin!!!!
Darren
Friday, August 18, 2006
Something to Ponder Pick of the Week
Not So Long Ago
Not so long ago……..
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano!
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
Compress was something you did to garbage, not a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public, you’d be in jail for awhile!
Log on was adding wood to a fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode!
Cut – you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider’s home
And a virus was the flu!
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head.
I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens they wish they were dead!
Not So Long Ago
Not so long ago……..
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano!
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
Compress was something you did to garbage, not a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public, you’d be in jail for awhile!
Log on was adding wood to a fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode!
Cut – you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider’s home
And a virus was the flu!
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head.
I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens they wish they were dead!
Something to Ponder Thursday August 17th
MOMMA
Author Unknown
After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea.
"I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested. "I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entrées, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
MOMMA
Author Unknown
After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea.
"I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested. "I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entrées, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Something to Ponder Wednesday August 16, 2006
A Smile Epidemic
Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu.
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner,
and someone saw my grin.
When they smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to them.
I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile just like mine,
could travel the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
A Smile Epidemic
Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu.
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner,
and someone saw my grin.
When they smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to them.
I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile just like mine,
could travel the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Something to Ponder from Tuesday August 8th
Above You
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not ever realizing that the answer is right there "Above" them.
Above You
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not ever realizing that the answer is right there "Above" them.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Something to Ponder from Tami on Friday August 4th
You Know you're in a redneck church if...
IF the finance committee refuses to provide funds for the purchase of a chandelier because none of the members knows how to play one.
IF people ask, when they learn that Jesus fed the 5000, whether the two fish were bass or catfish, and what bait was used to catch 'em.
WHEN the pastor says, "I'd like to ask Bubba to help take up the offering," five guys and two women stand up.
IF opening day of deer season is recognized as an official church holiday.
IF a member of the church requests to be buried in his 4-wheel-drive truck because "It ain't never been in a hole it couldn't get out of."
IF the choir is known as the "OK Chorale".
WHEN in a congregation of 500 members, there are only seven last names in the church directory.
IF Baptism is referred to as "branding".
IF high notes on the organ set the dogs on the floor to howling.
IF people think "rapture" is what you get when you lift something too heavy.
IF the baptismal pool is a #2 galvanized washtub.
IF the choir robes were donated by (and embroidered with the logo from) Billy Bob's Barbecue.
IF the collection plates are really hub caps from a '56 Chevy.
IF instead of a bell, you are called to service by a duck call.
IF the minister and his wife drive matching pickup trucks.
IF the communion wine is Boone's Farm "Strawberry Hill".
IF "Thou shalt not covet" applies to hunting dogs, too.
IF the final words of the benediction are, "Y'all come back now!! Ya Hear"
You Know you're in a redneck church if...
IF the finance committee refuses to provide funds for the purchase of a chandelier because none of the members knows how to play one.
IF people ask, when they learn that Jesus fed the 5000, whether the two fish were bass or catfish, and what bait was used to catch 'em.
WHEN the pastor says, "I'd like to ask Bubba to help take up the offering," five guys and two women stand up.
IF opening day of deer season is recognized as an official church holiday.
IF a member of the church requests to be buried in his 4-wheel-drive truck because "It ain't never been in a hole it couldn't get out of."
IF the choir is known as the "OK Chorale".
WHEN in a congregation of 500 members, there are only seven last names in the church directory.
IF Baptism is referred to as "branding".
IF high notes on the organ set the dogs on the floor to howling.
IF people think "rapture" is what you get when you lift something too heavy.
IF the baptismal pool is a #2 galvanized washtub.
IF the choir robes were donated by (and embroidered with the logo from) Billy Bob's Barbecue.
IF the collection plates are really hub caps from a '56 Chevy.
IF instead of a bell, you are called to service by a duck call.
IF the minister and his wife drive matching pickup trucks.
IF the communion wine is Boone's Farm "Strawberry Hill".
IF "Thou shalt not covet" applies to hunting dogs, too.
IF the final words of the benediction are, "Y'all come back now!! Ya Hear"
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Something to Ponder "Pick of the Week" from Wednesday August 9th
Ripple Effect
There is no greater bond than that of sharing good news and triumph with others. If you have ever witnessed what is called the "Special Olympics" you know what I mean. I have found tears in my eyes seeing kids I didn't even know meet a challenge and overcome adversity to cross the finish line.
For some of us it takes little effort to succeed at a given task, while there are those of us who just have to keep plugging away. The reason: we are not all blessed with the exact same ability. I have mine, and you have yours. We are, by virtue of this fact, bound to one another.
I can't make it with my skills alone, I need you. This life's journey is difficult many times, and that's when the "Ripple Effect" can be the most beneficial. If I tell you how much I appreciate your just being part of my world, that's surely going to lift you up. A warm smile, a loving handshake or brief note of praise placed on your desk, will cause you to feel better about yourself and then that feeling has a way of reaching out and touching the lives of so many others.
May I suggest that we, just you and I, go around starting a "ripple effect" in the lives of those with whom we work, go to school with, play with, and live with.
Ripple Effect
There is no greater bond than that of sharing good news and triumph with others. If you have ever witnessed what is called the "Special Olympics" you know what I mean. I have found tears in my eyes seeing kids I didn't even know meet a challenge and overcome adversity to cross the finish line.
For some of us it takes little effort to succeed at a given task, while there are those of us who just have to keep plugging away. The reason: we are not all blessed with the exact same ability. I have mine, and you have yours. We are, by virtue of this fact, bound to one another.
I can't make it with my skills alone, I need you. This life's journey is difficult many times, and that's when the "Ripple Effect" can be the most beneficial. If I tell you how much I appreciate your just being part of my world, that's surely going to lift you up. A warm smile, a loving handshake or brief note of praise placed on your desk, will cause you to feel better about yourself and then that feeling has a way of reaching out and touching the lives of so many others.
May I suggest that we, just you and I, go around starting a "ripple effect" in the lives of those with whom we work, go to school with, play with, and live with.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Something to Ponder from July 27, 2006
Differ-abilityby: Edith M. Patterson
I admire Leslie for his positive attitude and outlook even with MS. I was "able" one day and the next day "disabled" due to a brain tumor I didn't know I had. If was discovered one day, removed the next, but left me unable to do the things I was accustomed to doing. I planned a great pity party, but guess what? Nobody came!
I should have known better. I know too much about the love of the Lord to wallow in self-pity. So I can't do what I use to do; but God has given me the ability to do different things - things I never could do before! So I stop saying I have a disability - I have a differ-ability!
And it's great! I've met people I never would have before, discovered hidden talents, made differences in the lives of others. No, I can't claim that everyday has been sunshine and roses, or that I don't occasionally miss the life I had or don't get frustrated about the things I can no longer do. But those times are becoming fewer and fewer.
One important lesson I've learned is humility. I was so self sufficient, divorced, an ex-husband who did not pay child support as ordered. Two children to raise on my own. But through the grace of God, I did it. They are adults now and I had planned the rest of my life out for me. But then, the illness. All my plans for living on my own, doing for myself, gone. I now have to allow others to help me do even menial task - when I want to do it myself! I always have! But I've learned to be humble, accept love and help from others and just say "thank-you" and not feel ashamed. It's a humbling experience that I didn't know I needed.
However, I thank God for showing me my differ-ability, the different things I can do, the difference I can make.
Differ-abilityby: Edith M. Patterson
I admire Leslie for his positive attitude and outlook even with MS. I was "able" one day and the next day "disabled" due to a brain tumor I didn't know I had. If was discovered one day, removed the next, but left me unable to do the things I was accustomed to doing. I planned a great pity party, but guess what? Nobody came!
I should have known better. I know too much about the love of the Lord to wallow in self-pity. So I can't do what I use to do; but God has given me the ability to do different things - things I never could do before! So I stop saying I have a disability - I have a differ-ability!
And it's great! I've met people I never would have before, discovered hidden talents, made differences in the lives of others. No, I can't claim that everyday has been sunshine and roses, or that I don't occasionally miss the life I had or don't get frustrated about the things I can no longer do. But those times are becoming fewer and fewer.
One important lesson I've learned is humility. I was so self sufficient, divorced, an ex-husband who did not pay child support as ordered. Two children to raise on my own. But through the grace of God, I did it. They are adults now and I had planned the rest of my life out for me. But then, the illness. All my plans for living on my own, doing for myself, gone. I now have to allow others to help me do even menial task - when I want to do it myself! I always have! But I've learned to be humble, accept love and help from others and just say "thank-you" and not feel ashamed. It's a humbling experience that I didn't know I needed.
However, I thank God for showing me my differ-ability, the different things I can do, the difference I can make.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Something to Ponder Pick of the Week, Tuesday July18, 2006 written by David Allsbrook
Julie and I recently visited Linville Caverns. On the tour we saw all kinds of trout swimming in the streams that run through the caves. Our guide shown her flashlight directly on the heads of these fish and, oddly enough, they did not move. The presence of the light had no effect on them. She went on to explain to us that the fish living in the caverns live in a phenomenon called "total darkness". To be in total darkness means absolutely no light is present, the only time the true color black can be seen.
There are only two places on earth that total darkness can be experienced, deep inside a cave, or in an ocean abyss. Since no light is present, nothing can be seen. The trout in the caves loose their sense of sight because they do not use it. When they are born, these fish are well able to see. Once their sense of sight is lost though, it does not return.
Each of has been entrusted with gifts and talents from God. Sometimes discovering our talent is not as easy as opening our eyes, but we will always find it if we look. Once our talent has been discovered, it is up to us to use it the way God intended. Like the trout, if we put ourselves in a place where we either can’t or won’t use our gifts, they will eventually be taken away from us. In everything you do and everywhere you go, always be asking yourself how your gifts can be used. By using the gifts we are given we worship the one who gives them to us and can take them from us.
Julie and I recently visited Linville Caverns. On the tour we saw all kinds of trout swimming in the streams that run through the caves. Our guide shown her flashlight directly on the heads of these fish and, oddly enough, they did not move. The presence of the light had no effect on them. She went on to explain to us that the fish living in the caverns live in a phenomenon called "total darkness". To be in total darkness means absolutely no light is present, the only time the true color black can be seen.
There are only two places on earth that total darkness can be experienced, deep inside a cave, or in an ocean abyss. Since no light is present, nothing can be seen. The trout in the caves loose their sense of sight because they do not use it. When they are born, these fish are well able to see. Once their sense of sight is lost though, it does not return.
Each of has been entrusted with gifts and talents from God. Sometimes discovering our talent is not as easy as opening our eyes, but we will always find it if we look. Once our talent has been discovered, it is up to us to use it the way God intended. Like the trout, if we put ourselves in a place where we either can’t or won’t use our gifts, they will eventually be taken away from us. In everything you do and everywhere you go, always be asking yourself how your gifts can be used. By using the gifts we are given we worship the one who gives them to us and can take them from us.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Something to Ponder July 13, 2006
Wild Flowersby: Brenda Urbanek,
Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches along the highway I travel daily to work. There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eye. I've noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon sun is too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks, I see those beautiful flowers.
This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see the flowers. I've often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditch would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the flowers thinking, "I'll stop on my way home and dig them." Gee, I don't want to get my good clothes dirty..." Whatever the reason, I never stopped to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding shovel one year for my trunk to be used for that expressed purpose.
One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the highway department had mowed the ditches and the pretty blue flowers were gone. I thought to myself, "Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring."
A week ago we were shocked and saddened to learn that my oldest sister-in-law has a terminal brain tumor. She is 20 years older than my husband and unfortunately, because of age and distance, we haven't been as close as we all would have liked. I couldn't help but see the connection between the pretty blue flowers and the relationship between my husband's sister and us. I do believe that God has given us some time left to plant some wonderful memories that will bloom every year for us.
And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I'll stop and transplant them to my wildflower garden.
Wild Flowersby: Brenda Urbanek,
Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches along the highway I travel daily to work. There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eye. I've noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon sun is too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks, I see those beautiful flowers.
This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see the flowers. I've often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditch would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the flowers thinking, "I'll stop on my way home and dig them." Gee, I don't want to get my good clothes dirty..." Whatever the reason, I never stopped to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding shovel one year for my trunk to be used for that expressed purpose.
One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the highway department had mowed the ditches and the pretty blue flowers were gone. I thought to myself, "Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring."
A week ago we were shocked and saddened to learn that my oldest sister-in-law has a terminal brain tumor. She is 20 years older than my husband and unfortunately, because of age and distance, we haven't been as close as we all would have liked. I couldn't help but see the connection between the pretty blue flowers and the relationship between my husband's sister and us. I do believe that God has given us some time left to plant some wonderful memories that will bloom every year for us.
And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I'll stop and transplant them to my wildflower garden.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Calling all Fantasy Football fanatics!!!!!
I am very interested in starting and hosting a Yahoo fantasy football league. I look forward to this time of year as I put on my Jake DelHomme jersey and pray that this is the year that the Panthers win the Super Bowl!!!
Here's what I need from you......Email me A.S.A.P. and let me know you'd like to get in on the fun. I'm looking at having 10 teams total so the first 9 people to contact me will be in. If we get enough for more than 1 league, I'll set up more leagues!
Let's shoot for Sunday August 13th being the last day to contact me. I'll then create the leagues and send everyone the invite link and we'll draft by August 20th.
My email address is darren@wbfj.fm Get signed up today and let the "Smack Talk" begin!!!!
Darren
I am very interested in starting and hosting a Yahoo fantasy football league. I look forward to this time of year as I put on my Jake DelHomme jersey and pray that this is the year that the Panthers win the Super Bowl!!!
Here's what I need from you......Email me A.S.A.P. and let me know you'd like to get in on the fun. I'm looking at having 10 teams total so the first 9 people to contact me will be in. If we get enough for more than 1 league, I'll set up more leagues!
Let's shoot for Sunday August 13th being the last day to contact me. I'll then create the leagues and send everyone the invite link and we'll draft by August 20th.
My email address is darren@wbfj.fm Get signed up today and let the "Smack Talk" begin!!!!
Darren
Something to Ponder from Darren Wednesday July 12, 2006
Refining Goldby: Brian Cavanaugh, T.O.R., The Sower's Seeds
Near Cripple Creek, Colorado, gold and tellurium occur mixed as tellurite ore. The refining methods of the early mining camps could not separate the two elements, so the ore was thrown into a scrap heap.
One day a miner mistook a lump of ore for coal and tossed it into his stove. Later, while removing ashes from the stove, he found the bottom littered with beads of pure gold. The heat had burned away the tellurium, leaving the gold in a purified state. The discarded ore was reworked and yielded a fortune.
People are like tellurite ore. We have gold inside us, but it often takes some trial in the fiery furnace of life to transform us.
Refining Goldby: Brian Cavanaugh, T.O.R., The Sower's Seeds
Near Cripple Creek, Colorado, gold and tellurium occur mixed as tellurite ore. The refining methods of the early mining camps could not separate the two elements, so the ore was thrown into a scrap heap.
One day a miner mistook a lump of ore for coal and tossed it into his stove. Later, while removing ashes from the stove, he found the bottom littered with beads of pure gold. The heat had burned away the tellurium, leaving the gold in a purified state. The discarded ore was reworked and yielded a fortune.
People are like tellurite ore. We have gold inside us, but it often takes some trial in the fiery furnace of life to transform us.
Something to Ponder.........PICK OF THE WEEK....... from Darren on Tuesday July 11, 2006
Trust in God, and Trust in Meby Max Lucado
I’ve often thought it curious how few people Jesus raised from the dead.
He healed hundreds and fed thousands, but as far as we know he only raised three: the daughter of Jairus, the boy near Nain, and Lazarus. Why so few? Could it be because he knew he’d be doing them no favors? Could it be because he couldn’t get any volunteers? Could it be that once someone is there, the last place they want to return to is here?
We must trust God. We must trust not only that he does what is best but that he knows what is ahead. Ponder these words of Isaiah 57:1–2: “The good men perish; the godly die before their time and no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to realize that God is taking them away from the evil days ahead. For the godly who die shall rest in peace” (TLB).
My, what a thought. God is taking them away from the evil days ahead. Could death be God’s grace? Could the funeral wreath be God’s safety ring? As horrible as the grave may be, could it be God’s protection from the future?
Trust in God, Jesus urges, and trust in me. Several years ago I heard then Vice President George Bush speak at a prayer breakfast. He told of his trip to Russia to represent the United States at the funeral of Leonid Brezhnev. The funeral was as precise and stoic as the communist regime. No tears were seen, and no emotion displayed. With one exception. Mr. Bush told how Brezhnev’s widow was the last person to witness the body before the coffin was closed. For several seconds she stood at his side and then reached down and performed the sign of the cross on her husband’s chest.
In the hour of her husband’s death, she went not to Lenin, not to Karl Marx, not to Khrushchev. In the hour of death she turned to a Nazarene carpenter who had lived two thousand years ago and who dared to claim: “Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust in me.”
Darren Stevens
Morning Show Host/APD
WBFJ-FM
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Winston Salem, NC 27101
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Trust in God, and Trust in Meby Max Lucado
I’ve often thought it curious how few people Jesus raised from the dead.
He healed hundreds and fed thousands, but as far as we know he only raised three: the daughter of Jairus, the boy near Nain, and Lazarus. Why so few? Could it be because he knew he’d be doing them no favors? Could it be because he couldn’t get any volunteers? Could it be that once someone is there, the last place they want to return to is here?
We must trust God. We must trust not only that he does what is best but that he knows what is ahead. Ponder these words of Isaiah 57:1–2: “The good men perish; the godly die before their time and no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to realize that God is taking them away from the evil days ahead. For the godly who die shall rest in peace” (TLB).
My, what a thought. God is taking them away from the evil days ahead. Could death be God’s grace? Could the funeral wreath be God’s safety ring? As horrible as the grave may be, could it be God’s protection from the future?
Trust in God, Jesus urges, and trust in me. Several years ago I heard then Vice President George Bush speak at a prayer breakfast. He told of his trip to Russia to represent the United States at the funeral of Leonid Brezhnev. The funeral was as precise and stoic as the communist regime. No tears were seen, and no emotion displayed. With one exception. Mr. Bush told how Brezhnev’s widow was the last person to witness the body before the coffin was closed. For several seconds she stood at his side and then reached down and performed the sign of the cross on her husband’s chest.
In the hour of her husband’s death, she went not to Lenin, not to Karl Marx, not to Khrushchev. In the hour of death she turned to a Nazarene carpenter who had lived two thousand years ago and who dared to claim: “Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust in me.”
Darren Stevens
Morning Show Host/APD
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