I attended the Tea Party event at the Ohio Statehouse tonight. I was encouraged by the number of people and their signs that they and I have had enough of the traitor o and his fellow democrats who cowl down to his coercion.
He is the Trojan Horse to America. We know little about him except that he loves Marxist socialism and is not too interested in representing the free citizens of America. He should be impeached and floated as a man without a country unless the Saudis want him there. He has already done far too much damage to our Constitution.
Sam Kegley
Thursday, April 15, 2010
God's Grace Thanks Pat Fannin!
Thanks Pat!
It isn't funny at all. I won't send this to a few who have previously replied that they don't want these types of messages. Those who believe in the good pastor's message will appreciate this as we do.
Sam
and Jeanette Kegley
----- Original Message -----
From: Pat Fannin
To: skegley@columbus.rr.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 14, 2010 20:37
Subject: Fw: God's Grace
----- Forwarded Message ----
From: Pat Fannin
To: S & J kegley
Sent: Wed, April 14, 2010 9:16:26 AM
Subject: FW: God's Grace
God's Grace
It is a shame but this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed
as I was by this story. I wonder how many people will delete this
without reading it because of the title.
There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England
town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty,
bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.
Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to
speak...
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming
toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three
little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.
I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"
"Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em
and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real
good time.."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do
then?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take
'em to them.
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those
birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain
old field
birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he
were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He
placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor
picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where
there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the
door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting
them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and
then the pastor began to tell this story:
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come
from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I
just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait
I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to
marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to
drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and
bombs and kill each other.
I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you are done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take
them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill
you. You don't want those people!!"
"How much? He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your
life."
Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit.
Note: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then
wonder why the world's going to hell? Isn't it funny how someone can say
"I believe in God" but still follow Satan. Isn't it funny how you can
send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but
when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice
about sharing? Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message,
you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not
sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to
them? Isn't it funny how we can be more worried about what other people
think of us than what God thinks of us?
I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, that
God will bless them in a special way.
It isn't funny at all. I won't send this to a few who have previously replied that they don't want these types of messages. Those who believe in the good pastor's message will appreciate this as we do.
Sam
and Jeanette Kegley
----- Original Message -----
From: Pat Fannin
To: skegley@columbus.rr.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 14, 2010 20:37
Subject: Fw: God's Grace
----- Forwarded Message ----
From: Pat Fannin
To: S & J kegley
Sent: Wed, April 14, 2010 9:16:26 AM
Subject: FW: God's Grace
God's Grace
It is a shame but this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed
as I was by this story. I wonder how many people will delete this
without reading it because of the title.
There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England
town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty,
bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.
Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to
speak...
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming
toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three
little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.
I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"
"Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em
and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real
good time.."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do
then?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take
'em to them.
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those
birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain
old field
birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he
were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He
placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor
picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where
there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the
door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting
them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and
then the pastor began to tell this story:
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come
from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I
just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait
I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to
marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to
drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and
bombs and kill each other.
I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you are done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take
them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill
you. You don't want those people!!"
"How much? He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your
life."
Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit.
Note: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then
wonder why the world's going to hell? Isn't it funny how someone can say
"I believe in God" but still follow Satan. Isn't it funny how you can
send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but
when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice
about sharing? Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message,
you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not
sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to
them? Isn't it funny how we can be more worried about what other people
think of us than what God thinks of us?
I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, that
God will bless them in a special way.
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