What goes around...

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day,
while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help
coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy,
screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad
from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced
himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer
replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son
came to the door of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education
my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll
no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time,
graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went
on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander
Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog
was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Change Your Luck

Do you believe in lucky breaks?
Do you believe some people are just
naturally lucky or unlucky?

One of the secrets of being lucky is to expect
good things to happen to you.

Be observant to what is happening around you
so that you recognize the good
when it appears.

Many of the people you call lucky
are filled with positive expectancy
and are prepared to move
when a break comes their way.

They are filled with faith, hope,
knowledge, curiosity;
and they have a strong desire to succeed.

Your luck begins with you,
with your personal outlook on life.
If you want to change your luck then I urge you to:

Upgrade your thinking.
For an attitude of positive expectancy.

Be observant.
Know what you are looking for.
Become an opportunity hunter.

Become curious. Ask questions.

Expand your interests
in people, places, and things.

Listen to the voice from within,
referred to often as your hunch or sixth sense.

Pray to God for guidance.

~by Don Dembs~

Contributed by: HUpdegraff@aol.com

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Walking for Jesus

Walking for Jesus

This man is walking the World for Jesus.

Please pass him on so that he
can reach his destination.

Say a prayer then pass him on to bless others.

This is really interesting how someone did this.

Our assignments is to love and spread the gospel

throughout the world.
Have a blessed day and touch somebody's life today!

I just did.

He's walking around the world - via e-mail!!

Pass it on so he can get there!

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A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's
hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGwire's hands is worth $19 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venue Williams'
hands is a Championship Winning.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my
hands is a co! uple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in
God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will
produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.

As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears,
your hopes, your dreams, your families and your
relationships in God's hands because...

It depends whose hands it's in.

From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

If Jesus had an obituary

Jesus Christ, 33, of Nazareth, died Friday on Mount Calvary, also
known as Golgotha, the place of the skull. Betrayed by the apostle
Judas, Jesus was crucified by the Romans, by order of the Ruler
Pontius Pilate. The causes of death were crucifixion, extreme
exhaustion, severe torture, and loss of blood.

Jesus Christ, a descendant of Abraham, was a member of the house of
David. He was the Son of the late Joseph, a carpenter of Nazareth, and
Mary, His devoted Mother. Jesus was born in a stable in the city of
Bethlehem, Judea. He is survived by His mother Mary, His faithful
Apostles, numerous disciples, and many other followers.

Jesus was self educated and spent most of his adult life working as a
Teacher. Jesus also occasionally worked as a Medical Doctor and it is
reported that he healed many patients. Up until the time of His
death, Jesus was teaching and sharing the Good News, healing the sick,
touching the lonely, feeding the hungry, and helping the poor.

Jesus was most noted for telling parables about His Father`s Kingdom
and performing miracles, such as feeding over 5,000 people with only
five loaves of bread and two fish, and healing a man who was born
blind. On the day before His death, He held a Last Supper celebrating
the Passover Feast, at which He foretold His death.

The body was quickly buried in a stone grave, which was donated by
Joseph of Arimathea, a loyal friend of the family. By order of
Pontius Pilate, a boulder was rolled in front of the tomb. Roman
soldiers were put on guard.

In lieu of flowers, the family has requested that everyone try to live
as Jesus did. Donations may be sent to anyone in need.

From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

The real meaning of peace

There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would
paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked
at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he
had to choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for
peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky
with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was
a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and
bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which
lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming
waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a
tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird
had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water,
sat the mother bird on her nest - in perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the
second picture. Do you know why?

"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a
place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to
be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart.
That is the real meaning of peace."

--- Author Unknown

the brick

A young and successful executive was traveling down a
neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new
Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from
between parked cars and slowed down when he thought
he saw something. As his car passed, no children
appeared.

Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!

He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to
the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry
driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the
nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car
shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car
and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of
money. Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic.

"Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know
what else to do," He pleaded.

"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin,
the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked
car.

"It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb
and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him
up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive,
"Would you please help me get him back into his
wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the
rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly
lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair,
then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the
fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him
everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child
told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the
boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the
sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow
walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair
the dented side door. He kept the dent there to
remind him of this message "Don't go through life so
fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get
your attention!"

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts.
Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has
to throw a brick at us.

It's our choice to listen or not.

Thought for the Day:

If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on
it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring. He sends you a
sunrise every morning. Face it, friend - He is crazy
about you!

Send this to every "beautiful person" you wish to
bless. God didn't promise days without pain,
laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He
did promise strength for the day, comfort for the
tears, and light for the way Read this line very
slowly and let it sink in...

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

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If Jesus had an obituary

Jesus Christ, 33, of Nazareth, died Friday on Mount Calvary, also known as Golgotha, the place of the skull. Betrayed by the apostle Judas, Jesus was crucified by the Romans, by order of the Ruler Pontius Pilate. The causes of death were crucifixion, extreme exhaustion, severe torture, and loss of blood.

Jesus Christ, a descendant of Abraham, was a member of the house of David. He was the Son of the late Joseph, a carpenter of Nazareth, and Mary, His devoted Mother. Jesus was born in a stable in the city of Bethlehem, Judea. He is survived by His mother Mary, His faithful Apostles, numerous disciples, and many other followers.

Jesus was self educated and spent most of his adult life working as a Teacher. Jesus also occasionally worked as a Medical Doctor and it is reported that he healed many patients. Up until the time of His death, Jesus was teaching and sharing the Good News, healing the sick, touching the lonely, feeding the hungry, and helping the poor.

Jesus was most noted for telling parables about His Father`s Kingdom and performing miracles, such as feeding over 5,000 people with only five loaves of bread and two fish, and healing a man who was born blind. On the day before His death, He held a Last Supper celebrating the Passover Feast, at which He foretold His death.

The body was quickly buried in a stone grave, which was donated by Joseph of Arimathea, a loyal friend of the family. By order of Pontius Pilate, a boulder was rolled in front of the tomb. Roman soldiers were put on guard.

In lieu of flowers, the family has requested that everyone try to live as Jesus did. Donations may be sent to anyone in need.



Passion


From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

what does your name mean?

Instructions : What you do is find out what each letter of your name
means.
Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU.

PS: If you have double or triple letters, just count the meaning once.
For Example : RAMA
R You are a social butterfly.
A You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.
M Success comes easily to you.

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A= You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.
B= You are always cautious when it comes to meeting new people.
C= You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show it.
D= You have trouble trusting people.
E =You are a very exciting person.
F= Everyone loves you.
G= You have excellent ways of viewing people.
H=You are not judgmental.
I =You are always smiling and making others smile.
J =Jealously
K =You like to try new things.
L= Love is something you deeply believe in.
M= Success comes easily to you.
N= You like to work, but you always want a break.
O= You are very open-minded.
P =You are very friendly and understanding.
Q = You are a hypocrite.
R=You are a social butterfly.
S= You are very broad-minded.
T= You have an attitude, a big one.
U= You feel like you have to equal up to people's standards.
V= You have a very good physique and looks.
W= You like your privacy.
X= You never let people tell you what to do.
Y= You cause a lot of trouble.
Z= You're always fighting with someone.

From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

Psalms 55:22

"Friends are God's way of taking care of us"

This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver physician

I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and wanted to
share it with my family and dearest friends:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic
on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die -

I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I
would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait
for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the
call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it
looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got
out to see if she was okay. When I got there, it looked more like she had
been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who
looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped
something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was
a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman,
the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a
car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95. I asked her if she was okay and
if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see
me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She
said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her
right now.

So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a
little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard
you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so
she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling walked to
the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift
certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the
kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump
eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend
left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew
she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had
finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years.
They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to
get on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car.
She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not
that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for
safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are
you like an angel or something?"

This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year
angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people." It was so
incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you
guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home
with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect
the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the
flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22, "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.
He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

From: cpelo@yahoo.com

Tangled threads

He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber.
Psalm 121:3

We pray because prayer opens up the floodgates of God's infinite grace
and power to flow towards a person in need. God can act without prayer,
but He chooses to operate within the boundaries of human will and
invitation. With each prayer, He allows us to participate in His work on
earth.

Leonard Ravenhill once said about prayer, 'One might estimate the
weight of the world, tell the size of the celestial city, count the stars
of heaven, measure the speed of lightning, and tell the time of the rising
and setting of the sun - but you cannot estimate prayer power. Prayer is
as vast as God because He is behind it. Prayer is as mighty as God because
He has committed Himself to answer it.'

A sign in a cotton factory read: 'If your threads get tangled, send
for the foreman.' One day a new worker got her threads tangled. The more
she tried to disentangle them, the worse the situation grew. Finally, she
sent for the foreman. He asked, 'Why didn't you send for me earlier?' She
replied, 'I was doing my best.' He answered, 'No, your best would have
been to send for me.'

When we face a tough situation, our first response should be to ask
for God's help. He longs to be our helper and to untangle the threads of
our lives.

It is such a comfort to drop the tangles of life into God's hands and
leave them there.

From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

Shang Yi

DEI GRATIA
Lord Jesus, let me know myself and know You and desire nothing save only You.
Let me deny myself and love You. Let me humble myself and exalt You.
Let me think of nothing except You. Let me die to myself and live in You.
Let me accept whatever happens as from You. Let me banish self and follow You, and ever desire to follow You.
-- St. Augustine

God protects his own

A testimony from Indonesia

400 Christians saved from destruction

We know that 80% of the town of Meulaboh in Aceh was destroyed by the
tsunami waves and 80% of the people also died. This is one of the towns
that was hit the hardest. But there is a fantastic testimony from
Meulaboh.

In that town are about 400 Christians. They wanted to celebrate Christmas
on December 25th but were not allowed to do so by the Muslims of Meulaboh.
They were told if they wanted to celebrate Christmas, they needed to go
outside the city of Meulaboh on a high hill and there celebrate Christmas.
Because the Christians desired to celebrate Christmas, the 400 believers
left the city on December 25th and after they celebrated Christmas, they
stayed overnight on the hill.

As we all know, on the morning of December 26, there was the earthquake
followed by the tsunami waves destroying most of the city of Meulaboh and
thousands were killed. The 400 believers were on the mountain and were
all saved from destruction.

Now the Muslims of Meulaboh are saying that the God of the Christians
punished them for forbidding the Christians from celebrating Christmas in
the city. Others are questioning why so many Muslims died while not even
one of the Christians died there. Had the Christians insisted on their
rights to celebrate Christmas in the city, they would have all died. But
because they humbled themselves and followed the advice of the Muslims,
they all were spared destruction and can now testify of God's marvelous
protection.

This is a testimony of the grace of God and the fact that as believers we
have no rights in the world. Our right is to come before God and commit
our lives to Him. Our right is kneeling down before the Lord Almighty and
commit our ways to Him. He is our Father and is very capable to care for
His children.

Praise the Name of the Lord.

Bill Hekman
Pastor
Calvary Life Fellowship in Indonesia

From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

Shang Yi

DEI GRATIA
Lord Jesus, let me know myself and know You and desire nothing save only You.
Let me deny myself and love You. Let me humble myself and exalt You.
Let me think of nothing except You. Let me die to myself and live in You.
Let me accept whatever happens as from You. Let me banish self and follow You, and ever desire to follow You.
-- St. Augustine

A goodbye kiss

The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to
stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee
over his notes. "How embarrassing. I am getting so
clumsy in my old age."

Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all
telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It
came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the
others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us your
most embarrassing moment."

Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood.
"I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and
he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard
making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would
stay out until he caught enough to feed the family.
Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom
and Dad and the other kids that were still at home."

He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met
my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from
pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch.
When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean.
He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and
his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down
over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed
them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."

Frank's voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad
he would drive me to school. He had this old truck
that he used in his fishing business. That truck was
older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the
road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would
drive toward the school, I would shrink down into the
seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam
to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of
smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed
like everybody would be standing around and watching.
Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the
cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so
embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and
my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"

He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I
decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got
to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big
smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand
up and said, 'No, Dad.'

It was the first time I had ever talked to him that
way, and he had this surprised look on his face.

I said, 'Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss. I'm too
old for any kind of kiss.'

My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes
started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He
turned and looked out the windshield. 'You're right,'
he said. 'You are a big boy....a man. I won't kiss you
anymore.'"

Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears
began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn't
long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came
back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in,
but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found
his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He
must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save
the nets and the floats."

I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down
his cheeks. Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don't know
what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more
kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old face....to
smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my
neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a
man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for
a goodbye kiss."

From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com

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