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The world seems to be in a time of discontent among the populace. Christians should not fear. God is Love, shown best through Jesus Christ. God is still in control. All Glory to our Creator and to our God!


A favorite quote from my good friend, Jack Plymale, which I appreciate:

"Wars are planned by old men,in council rooms apart. They plan for greater armament, they map the battle chart, but: where sightless eyes stare out, beyond life's vanished joys, I've noticed,somehow, all the dead and mamed are hardly more than boys(Grantland Rice per our mutual friend, Sarah Rapp)."

Thanks Jack!

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Fw- GW Thanks Dr. Hovermale!

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WHAT AN AWESOME TRIBUTE TO GEORGE W BUSH!







PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE STORY NO MATTER WHAT YOUR PERCEPTION IS OF HIM. YOU WON'T REGRET



IT...







Story by: Bruce Vincent











For those of us who sometimes find ourselves having doubts about our



former President, here is an excellent piece -- worth every minute it



takes to read it. This story is from Bruce Vincent of Libby , Montana who



had gone to the White House with others to receive an award from the



President.











He writes:





I've written the following narrative to chronicle the day of the award



ceremony in DC. I'm still working on a press release but the



White House press corps has yet to provide a photo to go with it.



When the photo comes I'll ship it out. When you get done



reading this you'll understand the dilemma I face in telling this story



beyond my circle of close friends.











Stepping into the Oval Office, each of us was introduced to the President



and Mrs. Bush. We shook hands and participated in small talk.



When the President was told that we were from Libby , Montana ,



I reminded him that Marc Racicot is our native son and the President



offered his warm thoughts about Governor Racicot.











I have to tell you, I was blown



away by two things upon



entering the office. First, the Oval Office sense of 'place' is



unreal. The President later shared a story of Russian President



Putin entering the room prepared to tackle the President in a tough negotiation



and upon entering, the atheist muttered his first words to the



President and they were "Oh, my God."











I concurred. I could feel the history in my bones. Second, the



man that inhabits the office engaged me with a firm handshake and a



look that can only be described as penetrating. Warm, alive, fully



engaged, disarmingly penetrating. I was admittedly concerned about



meeting the man. I think all of us have an inner hope that the most



powerful man in our country is worthy of the responsibility and authority



that we bestow upon them through our vote.











I admit that part of me was afraid that I would be let



down by the moment -- that the person and the place could not meet the



lofty expectations of my fantasy world. This says nothing about my



esteem for President Bush but just my practical realization that



reality may not match my 'dream.'











Once inside the office, President Bush got right down to business and,



standing in front of his desk, handed out the awards one at a time



while posing for photos with the winners and Mrs. Bush. With the



mission accomplished, the President and Mrs. Bush relaxed and initiated



a lengthy, informal conversation about a number of things with our



entire small group. He and the First Lady talked about such things as



the rug in the office. It is traditionally designed by the First Lady



to make a statement about the President, and Mrs. Bush chose a



brilliant yellow sunburst pattern to reflect 'hope.' President



Bush talked about the absolute need to believe that with hard work and



faith in God there is every reason to start



each day in the Oval Office with hope. He and the First Lady were asked



about the impact of the Presidency on their marriage and, with an arm



casually wrapped around Laura, he said that he thought the place may be



hard on weak marriages but that it had the ability to make strong



marriages even stronger and that he was blessed with a strong one.











After about 30 or 35 minutes, it was time to go. By then we were all



relaxed and I felt as if I had just had an excellent visit with a



friend. The President and First Lady made one more pass down the line



of awardees, shaking hands and offering congratulations. When the



President shook my hand I said, "Thank you Mr. President and God bless



you and your family." He was already in motion to the next



person in line, but he stopped abruptly turned fully back to me, gave



me a piercing look, renewed the vigor of his handshake and said,



"Thank you -- and God bless you and



yours as well."











On our way out of the office we were to leave by the glass doors on the



west side of the office. I was the last person in the exit line. As I



shook his hand one final time, President Bush said, "I'll be sure



to tell Marc hello and give him your regards."











I then did something that surprised even me. I said to him, "Mr.



President, I know you are a busy man and your time is precious. I also



know you to be a man of strong faith and I have a favor to ask of



you."











As he shook my hand he looked me in the eye and said, "Just name



it." I told him that my step-Mom was at that moment in a hospital



in Kalispell, Montana ,



having a tumor removed from her skull and it would mean a great deal to



me if he would consider adding her to his prayers that day. He grabbed



me by the arm and took me back toward his desk as he said, "So



that's it. I could tell that something is weighing heavy on your heart



today. I could see it in your eyes. This explains it."











From the top drawer of his desk he retrieved a pen and a note card with



his seal on it and asked, "How do you spell her name?" He



then jotted a note to her while discussing the importance of family and



the strength of prayer. When he handed me the card, he asked about the



surgery and the prognosis. I told him we were hoping that it is not a



recurrence of an earlier cancer and that, if it is, they can get it all



with this surgery.











He said, "If it's okay with you, we'll take care of the prayer



right now. Would you pray with me?" I told him yes and he turned



to the staff that remained in the office and hand motioned the folks to



step back or leave. He said, "Bruce and I would like some private



time for a prayer."











As they left he turned back to me and took my hands in his. I was



prepared to do a traditional prayer stance -- standing with each other



with heads bowed. Instead, he reached for my head with his right hand



and pulling gently forward, he placed my head on his shoulder.



With his left arm on my mid-back, he pulled me to him in a



prayerful embrace.











He started to pray softly. I started to cry. He continued his prayer



for Loretta and for God's perfect will



to be done. I cried some more. My body shook a bit as I cried and he



just held tighter. He closed by asking God's



blessing on Loretta and the family during the coming months. I stepped



away from our embrace, wiped my eyes, swiped at the tears I'd left on



his shoulder, and looked into the eyes of our president. I thanked him



as best I could and told him that me and my family would continue



praying for him and his.

















As I write this account down and reflect upon what it



means, I have to tell you that all I really know is that his simple act



left me humbled and believing. I so hoped that the man I thought him to



be was the man that he is. I know that our nation needs a man such as



this in the Oval Office. George W. Bush is the real deal. I've read



Internet stories about the President praying with troops in hospitals



and other such uplifting accounts. Each time I read them I hoped them



to be true and not an Internet perpetuated myth. This one, I know to be



true. I was there. He is real. He has a pile of incredible stuff on his



plate each day -- and yet he is tuned in so well to the here and now



that he 'sensed' something heavy on my heart. He took time out of his



life to care, to share, and to seek God's



blessing for my family in a simple man-to-man, father-to-father,



son-to-son, husband-to-husband, Christian- to-Christian prayerful



embrace. He's not what I had hoped he would be. He is, in fact, so



very, very much more.

















NOTE: If you decide to forward this story... please do not



add to it. Let Mr. Vincent's encounter stand as he wrote it.


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