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I wish to incite all Christians to rise up and take back the United States of America with all of God's manifold blessings. We want the free allowance of the Bible and prayers allowed again in schools, halls of justice, and all governing bodies. We don't seek a theocracy until Jesus returns to earth because all men are weak and power corrupts the very best of them.
We want to be a kinder and gentler people without slavery or condescension to any.

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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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Why I forward things ... Thanks Bob L.!


-----Original Message-----
From: johnlooney@windstream.net
Sent: Monday, January 23, 2012 3:53 PM
To: skegley@columbus.rr.com
Subject: Fwd: Fwd: This explains why I forward stuff!!!
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> An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road. The man was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized that the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them.
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> After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.
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> Standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like gold.
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> He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. Parched and tired out by his journey, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
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> 'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
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> 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
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> 'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
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> As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked, 'Can I bring my partners, too?'
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> 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
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> The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.
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> After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
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> 'Excuse me,' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
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> 'Sure, there's a pump right over there. Help yourself.'
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> 'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.
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> 'Of course! They look thirsty, too,' said the man.
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> The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.
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> When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
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> 'This is Heaven,' he answered.
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> 'That's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
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> 'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates? That's hell.'
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> 'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'
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> 'Not at all. Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
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> Sometimes, we wonder why friends forward things to us without writing a word. Maybe this explains it:
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> When you're busy, but still want to keep in touch, you can forward emails. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you can forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know exactly how, you can forward stuff.
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> A 'forward' lets you know that you're still remembered, still important, still cared about.
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> So the next time you get a 'forward', don't think of it as just another joke. Realize that you've been thought of today and that your friend on the other end just wanted to send you a smile.
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> PS: You're welcome at my watering hole anytime.

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