----- Original Message -----
From: judith Cole
To: Betty Lasota ; sam kegley ; margaret farley
Sent: Sunday, October 24, 2010 20:39
Subject: Christian Alliance Devotional-have you noticed the miners' t-shirts?
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This was the huge photograph on the front page of today’s edition of The Telegraph, showing rescued miner Mario Sepulveda. As I glanced at it, something looked very familiar... not just the word “Jesus” on the sleeve of his t-shirt but the font. Upon looking closer I saw all the words “The Jesus Film Project”.
It seems the national ministry of Campus Crusade for Christ in Chile provided each of the miners with a pale yellow t-shirt to wear for their appearance on the surface. And that wasn’t all. In the early days of the rescue drilling, 33 MP3 players were sent down to the miners, containing the audio version of the JESUS film and an ample portion of the Bible.
One of the miners, Jose Samuel, sent a letter up the Dove (long, narrow metal canister that shuttled supplies and correspondence) to the CCC national director. Here is a portion of his words:
"I want to express my appreciation for this great blessing for me and my co-workers, it will be very good for our edification" (He is talking about the MP3's of the Bible & Jesus film)
"I am well because Christ lives in me"
"We have prayer services at 12 a.m. and 6 p.m."
"I ask all of you for pray not only for us here, but for all the lost people in the world"
This has been a remarkable story with God getting much more than an occasional mention! Three of those miners were evangelical Christians and I’m sure many others were God-fearers and may well have given their lives to Christ during their ordeal through the witness of these three brothers in Christ.
Back to the t-shirts... Printed on the front was the Chilean national flag and the words Thank you Lord in English and Spanish. On the other sleeve was the CCC Int’l logo and the name of our ministry in Chile. (Here is a picture of the oldest miner, Mario Gomez, praying upon his exit from the capsule.)
Our national director has asked us to pray for the salvation of all the miners, that they might acknowledge the one who has rescued them from sin and judgment, even as they continue to be so thankful for their deliverance from certain physical death.
It is such a privilege for Donna and me to serve alongside our 25,000 missionary colleagues – creative people like our national director in Chile who found a way to bring the JESUS film and the Bible to the ears of the trapped miners. Share this email with friends to encourage them with the fact God is able to get his Good News anywhere on earth and under it, as well!
I’ll conclude with the Bible verse Jose Samuel sent up the tube during his ordeal underground:
"In his hand are the depths of the earth, and mountain peaks belong to him." (Psalm 95:4)
The CNN blogspot on the story
http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2010/10/14/the-story-behind-the-chilean-miners-jesus-t-shirts/?hpt=C2
The CCCI website version
http://www.ccci.org/ministries-and-locations/americas/chile/chlie-ministy-helps-trapped-miners.htm
Thanks Judi!.
Value in emails from friends? Yes!
I needed this powerful message in my life right now. I haven't faced the horrible death these miners might well have suffered without the ingenuity, faithfulness and prayers of all who earnestly gave their best to rescue them through the 'dove' and the eventual safety tunnel.
A close friend told me recently that I used to be a wonderful man, but I have recently, in my old age, became a grouch. That friend also said that perhaps she has become a bitch in her old age. That struck me right in the psyche (as a kick in the groin might have). I have considered myself a Christian Conservative and that is what I want to portray with my life and in my blog.
I anticipated a weekend of gratefulness as I toured the construction to replace the World Trade Center in NYC Friday. My day in the city was not all enjoyable, except for a new friend and a bona fide New Yorker just made in recent years, Jim Agostine. He took me on a walking tour through the area. I earnestly prayed for our world's people, as I looked over the scenes. Otherwise the walk later down Broadway, past Wall Street's Bull, to the Staten Island Fairy with my long lasting planar faciatis in my left foot; the windy cold ride over and back from Staten Island; and getting utterly lost on the NYC subway system drained much of my anticipated joy. This soon to be 78 year old man was very exhausted. I found a seat in the basement floor of Rockefeller and watched ice skaters out the large windows while in a frustrated state of mind. The Fun Bus back home picked us up at the Center a few hours later.
Some 'tough looking, jive talking" black subway dwellers showed me some mercy and a black lady of around fifty took me across the street to a different subway and sent me on my way to a seven stop ride to Rockefeller Center in Manhattan from the Brooklyn suburb I had found myself in. I weakly thanked them and gave the young lady a dollar, she reluctantly took. I had been through twenty or more stops in my confusion, but I was also grateful for the $8.25 day pass I bought from our Fun Bus tour guide Rebecca, which allowed me to exit and enter the subway so many times.
I, as all Christians do, want to portray Christ in my life. I fervently believe that Jesus would have not become a grouch if he had spent more than his 33 years on earth. His stories gave us only one instance of anger as he chased the money changers from the Temple grounds. He was a consistently wise and gentle human being who happened to be Son of our Holy Father and who genuinely showed His wonderful love to all people.
I thank all of the miners and their faithfulness and the faithfulness of those who moved to achieving their physical and spiritual salvation. Would that all people of different faiths could appreciate the miners' story at this time. Christian- 'like Christ'? I wonder about me but I want to be more like Him.
Thanks again, friend.
Sam
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Remember January 3rd 2007... Thanks Dr. Hovermale!
Every voter should read this:
Remember January 3rd 2007…………
Just to set the record straight:
The day the democrats took over was not January 22nd 2009,
it was actually January 3rd 2007, the day the Democrats took over the
House of Representatives and the Senate, the start of the 110th Congress.
The Democrat Party controlled a majority in both chambers for the first time
since the end of the 103rd Congress in 1995.
For those who are listening to the liberals propagating the fallacy that
everything is "Bush's Fault", think about this:
January 3rd, 2007 was the day the Democrats took over the Senate and the Congress:
At the time:
The DOW Jones closed at 12,621.77
The GDP for the previous quarter was 3.5%
The Unemployment rate was 4.6%
George Bush's Economic policies SET A RECORD of 52 STRAIGHT MONTHS of
JOB CREATION!
Remember the day...
January 3rd, 2007 was the day that Barney Frank took over the House Financial
Services Committee and Chris Dodd took over the Senate Banking Committee.
The economic meltdown that happened 15 months later was in what part of the
economy?
BANKING AND FINANCIAL SERVICES!!!
THANK YOU DEMOCRATS for taking us from 13,000 DOW, 3.5 GDP and 4.6% Unemployment...
to this CRISIS by (among MANY other things) dumping 5-6 TRILLION Dollars of toxic loans
on the economy from YOUR Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac FIASCO'S! ( And Bush asked Congress 17 TIMES to stop Fannie & Freddie - starting in 2001 because it was financially risky for the US economy).
And who took the THIRD highest pay-off from Fannie Mae AND Freddie Mac????
OBAMA
And who fought against reform of Fannie and Freddie???
OBAMA and the Democrat Congress
So when some one tries to blame Bush...
REMEMBER JANUARY 3rd, 2007.... THE DAY THE DEMOCRATS TOOK OVER!" Bush may have been
in the car but the Democrats were in charge of the gas pedal and steering wheel they were driving.
Set the record straight on Bush!
"It's not that liberals aren't smart, it's just that so much of what they know isn't so" -Ronald Reagan
Remember January 3rd 2007…………
Just to set the record straight:
The day the democrats took over was not January 22nd 2009,
it was actually January 3rd 2007, the day the Democrats took over the
House of Representatives and the Senate, the start of the 110th Congress.
The Democrat Party controlled a majority in both chambers for the first time
since the end of the 103rd Congress in 1995.
For those who are listening to the liberals propagating the fallacy that
everything is "Bush's Fault", think about this:
January 3rd, 2007 was the day the Democrats took over the Senate and the Congress:
At the time:
The DOW Jones closed at 12,621.77
The GDP for the previous quarter was 3.5%
The Unemployment rate was 4.6%
George Bush's Economic policies SET A RECORD of 52 STRAIGHT MONTHS of
JOB CREATION!
Remember the day...
January 3rd, 2007 was the day that Barney Frank took over the House Financial
Services Committee and Chris Dodd took over the Senate Banking Committee.
The economic meltdown that happened 15 months later was in what part of the
economy?
BANKING AND FINANCIAL SERVICES!!!
THANK YOU DEMOCRATS for taking us from 13,000 DOW, 3.5 GDP and 4.6% Unemployment...
to this CRISIS by (among MANY other things) dumping 5-6 TRILLION Dollars of toxic loans
on the economy from YOUR Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac FIASCO'S! ( And Bush asked Congress 17 TIMES to stop Fannie & Freddie - starting in 2001 because it was financially risky for the US economy).
And who took the THIRD highest pay-off from Fannie Mae AND Freddie Mac????
OBAMA
And who fought against reform of Fannie and Freddie???
OBAMA and the Democrat Congress
So when some one tries to blame Bush...
REMEMBER JANUARY 3rd, 2007.... THE DAY THE DEMOCRATS TOOK OVER!" Bush may have been
in the car but the Democrats were in charge of the gas pedal and steering wheel they were driving.
Set the record straight on Bush!
"It's not that liberals aren't smart, it's just that so much of what they know isn't so" -Ronald Reagan
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Blaine and his Portsmouth OH reminiscing... Thanks young Mr. Bierley!
No, Blaine, but thanks for doing it now. I don't think you will mind if I include it in my SamKat blog today- www.skegley.blogspot.com.
I turned 75 on November 13, 2007, five years ahead of you. My good friend, Ronnie Walters (PHS 51) will be 77, this year, just a year younger than me. I mention Ronnie for two reasons; 1- his birthday coming up, and 2- in a recent reminiscence of mine of all of our friends up and down and near McConnell Ave. and Vinton, I forgot to mention him and, as one of my best friends, I never ever should have forgotten to mention Ronnie.
I share so much of your things and, of course, we both shared the "Cultral Center of Our Universe- Portsmouth, Ohio. Now, that is culture if Tom Sawyer ever had any, isn't it?
You are good, Blaine and I always appreciate you and your writing!
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Blaine Bierley
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Thursday, October 21, 2010 06:26
Subject: Did I send this to you?
“A Bit of Reflection”
There are those landmarks in your life. I think I have a pretty good grasp of what they are. I believe they are when you start elementary school, when you become a teenager, when you go on your first date, when you graduate from high school, when you get your first “real” job, when you get married, when your first child is born, and, perhaps, the ultimate, when you turn 70.
I hit that one on December 30, 2007. I had been retired for twelve years at that point in my life. I have lived in eight decades and in two different centuries. I believe I was born at just about the perfect time. One of my earliest memories is listening to the radio. I grew up listening to shows like “Amos ‘n’ Andy”, “Duffy’s Tavern”, “Edgar Bergan and Charlie McCarthy”, “Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons”, “Smilin’ Ed’s Buster Brown Gang”, and “Suspense.” I believe I developed my imagination during those years. The first TV set I ever saw was at a neighbor’s house. The screen was small, and the station in Huntington, West Virginia, was only on a few hours a day. The kids in the neighborhood would gather together to watch first the Test Pattern and then enjoy the likes of “Howdy Doody” and “Space Cadets”.
The best part of those times was playing with friends in the Woodrow Wilson Elementary School neighborhood. We would play baseball at the park down at Labold Field in the spring and summer and switch to tackle football in the fall. We also enjoyed flying kites, riding our bicycles, and fishing in the Ohio River. Good old Boy Scout Troop 22 at the First Nazarene Church on Brown Street provided a great education for a young boy.
I was 13 when I got my first “real” job. I helped Jake Lovenguth, our Ideal Milk Company route man, deliver milk (in glass bottles) on Saturdays over across the U. S. Grant Bridge in South Portsmouth and Greenup, Kentucky.
Some of my favorite places were: the Maple Grove Confectionery, down at the end of Jackson Avenue where it intersects with Offner Street, where you could get a great sno cone in the summertime for only a dime. Mr. Book’s store (“As you go by, don’t go by, stop by and buy”) on Jackson Avenue, which had a huge selection of comic books on a big wall rack. Mr. and Mrs. Bard’s little store at the intersection of Charles and Brown Streets, where people bought their candy, cigarettes, and the Sunday News. It was the drop off spot for the Portsmouth Times’ route in our neighborhood of Charles and Williams Streets and Jackson Avenue. There was also the C & Bi (“See & Buy”) Shoppe on Jackson Avenue where you could get a fountain Coke and the representative from the Duncan Yo Yo Company would carve your initials in the yo yo if you bought one there.
Most any white kid growing up in Portsmouth in the early 1950s would happily remember the Terrace Club below the Kendall Avenue hill, where you could swim all day for a quarter or so. On our way home from the swimming pool, before we walked over the Harmon Street Viaduct, we would stop at Bill Ginnetti’s Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street for a frozen mug of wonderful A & W root beer for only a nickel.
It would be impossible not to remember the great downtown Portsmouth movie theaters of our era, all on Gallia Street, that influenced our growing up: the Lyric, the Columbia, and the LaRoy. They had wonderful Saturday matinees with both popcorn and movie candy available to eat.
I went to Wilson School for eight years. I walked to and from school four times a day, every day. We played on a boy/girl segregated black-topped playground, and the supervising teacher rang a large hand-held bell when it was time for us to come in from recess. We had great teachers at Wilson. Our principal, R. J. Brooker, brooked no nonsense when it came to discipline at the school, and he was also a great science teacher.
Looking back at spending four years at Portsmouth High School (I graduated in 1955) forces me to admit that it was an exceptional school. We had, for the most part, dedicated faculty and administrators, intelligent students, exceptional athletes, and a supporting community. To this day, I count myself fortunate to have attended PHS.
Blaine Bierley
I turned 75 on November 13, 2007, five years ahead of you. My good friend, Ronnie Walters (PHS 51) will be 77, this year, just a year younger than me. I mention Ronnie for two reasons; 1- his birthday coming up, and 2- in a recent reminiscence of mine of all of our friends up and down and near McConnell Ave. and Vinton, I forgot to mention him and, as one of my best friends, I never ever should have forgotten to mention Ronnie.
I share so much of your things and, of course, we both shared the "Cultral Center of Our Universe- Portsmouth, Ohio. Now, that is culture if Tom Sawyer ever had any, isn't it?
You are good, Blaine and I always appreciate you and your writing!
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Blaine Bierley
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Thursday, October 21, 2010 06:26
Subject: Did I send this to you?
“A Bit of Reflection”
There are those landmarks in your life. I think I have a pretty good grasp of what they are. I believe they are when you start elementary school, when you become a teenager, when you go on your first date, when you graduate from high school, when you get your first “real” job, when you get married, when your first child is born, and, perhaps, the ultimate, when you turn 70.
I hit that one on December 30, 2007. I had been retired for twelve years at that point in my life. I have lived in eight decades and in two different centuries. I believe I was born at just about the perfect time. One of my earliest memories is listening to the radio. I grew up listening to shows like “Amos ‘n’ Andy”, “Duffy’s Tavern”, “Edgar Bergan and Charlie McCarthy”, “Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons”, “Smilin’ Ed’s Buster Brown Gang”, and “Suspense.” I believe I developed my imagination during those years. The first TV set I ever saw was at a neighbor’s house. The screen was small, and the station in Huntington, West Virginia, was only on a few hours a day. The kids in the neighborhood would gather together to watch first the Test Pattern and then enjoy the likes of “Howdy Doody” and “Space Cadets”.
The best part of those times was playing with friends in the Woodrow Wilson Elementary School neighborhood. We would play baseball at the park down at Labold Field in the spring and summer and switch to tackle football in the fall. We also enjoyed flying kites, riding our bicycles, and fishing in the Ohio River. Good old Boy Scout Troop 22 at the First Nazarene Church on Brown Street provided a great education for a young boy.
I was 13 when I got my first “real” job. I helped Jake Lovenguth, our Ideal Milk Company route man, deliver milk (in glass bottles) on Saturdays over across the U. S. Grant Bridge in South Portsmouth and Greenup, Kentucky.
Some of my favorite places were: the Maple Grove Confectionery, down at the end of Jackson Avenue where it intersects with Offner Street, where you could get a great sno cone in the summertime for only a dime. Mr. Book’s store (“As you go by, don’t go by, stop by and buy”) on Jackson Avenue, which had a huge selection of comic books on a big wall rack. Mr. and Mrs. Bard’s little store at the intersection of Charles and Brown Streets, where people bought their candy, cigarettes, and the Sunday News. It was the drop off spot for the Portsmouth Times’ route in our neighborhood of Charles and Williams Streets and Jackson Avenue. There was also the C & Bi (“See & Buy”) Shoppe on Jackson Avenue where you could get a fountain Coke and the representative from the Duncan Yo Yo Company would carve your initials in the yo yo if you bought one there.
Most any white kid growing up in Portsmouth in the early 1950s would happily remember the Terrace Club below the Kendall Avenue hill, where you could swim all day for a quarter or so. On our way home from the swimming pool, before we walked over the Harmon Street Viaduct, we would stop at Bill Ginnetti’s Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street for a frozen mug of wonderful A & W root beer for only a nickel.
It would be impossible not to remember the great downtown Portsmouth movie theaters of our era, all on Gallia Street, that influenced our growing up: the Lyric, the Columbia, and the LaRoy. They had wonderful Saturday matinees with both popcorn and movie candy available to eat.
I went to Wilson School for eight years. I walked to and from school four times a day, every day. We played on a boy/girl segregated black-topped playground, and the supervising teacher rang a large hand-held bell when it was time for us to come in from recess. We had great teachers at Wilson. Our principal, R. J. Brooker, brooked no nonsense when it came to discipline at the school, and he was also a great science teacher.
Looking back at spending four years at Portsmouth High School (I graduated in 1955) forces me to admit that it was an exceptional school. We had, for the most part, dedicated faculty and administrators, intelligent students, exceptional athletes, and a supporting community. To this day, I count myself fortunate to have attended PHS.
Blaine Bierley
Between Heaven and hell... Thanks Marge Rusnak!
This is a very important twist to a very old story, Marge, and don't we both know how important it is to select the right thing.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, October 20, 2010 22:06
Subject: Fwd: Between heaven & hell this one will really grab you!!
Between heaven & hell
While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven...”
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell...
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted.."
Vote wisely on November 2, 2010
MORE IMPORTANTLY THAN VOTING FOR THE ELECTION (WHICH IS IMPORTANT) IS REALIZING AND THINKING ABOUT WHERE YOU WILL ACTUALLY SPEND ETERNITY!
Is God calling you? Are you willing to follow Him? Don't ignore His call!
Sam
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, October 20, 2010 22:06
Subject: Fwd: Between heaven & hell this one will really grab you!!
Between heaven & hell
While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven...”
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell...
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted.."
Vote wisely on November 2, 2010
MORE IMPORTANTLY THAN VOTING FOR THE ELECTION (WHICH IS IMPORTANT) IS REALIZING AND THINKING ABOUT WHERE YOU WILL ACTUALLY SPEND ETERNITY!
Is God calling you? Are you willing to follow Him? Don't ignore His call!
The Wooden Bowl... Thanks Patricia Richards Whitehead (PHS 50)
This great recycle is one of my very favorites. A few years ago, soon after our young granddaughter, Tobey, saw it she sent me a sweet email saying, among other loving things: "Grandpa, You will never have to use a wooden bowl. I will take care of you." None of us want our kids to take care of us as we age, although I can remember many households when I grew up where older parents were living with their offspring and it seemed to work out well. The oldsters were just important members of the family.
My mother's mother, Mary Clark, widow to Abraham Clark, lived with us for several years before she died and I remember her as one of the sweetest people in this world. She neither ever scolded me nor my siblings. I know where my mother, Mary, got her sweetness.
Thanks Pat!
Sent: Wed, October 20, 2010 11:51:13 AM
Subject: Fw: The Wooden Bowl
This has been around before but thought it was worth sending again for some of you that may not have seen it.
Subject: The Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor..'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done..
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family... And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
My mother's mother, Mary Clark, widow to Abraham Clark, lived with us for several years before she died and I remember her as one of the sweetest people in this world. She neither ever scolded me nor my siblings. I know where my mother, Mary, got her sweetness.
Thanks Pat!
Sent: Wed, October 20, 2010 11:51:13 AM
Subject: Fw: The Wooden Bowl
This has been around before but thought it was worth sending again for some of you that may not have seen it.
Subject: The Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor..'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done..
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family... And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Chile Mine Rescue- An American hero hardly mentioned by our national media.
The rest of the story! What the national media hasn't mentioned. The technical aspects of the rescue were an All-American operation. See last paragraph!
Mine Rescue - American Hero
Regarding the mine rescue, did you know:
The guy that designed the rescue module was a NASA Engineer?
The Drill was made by Schramm Inc. from Pennsylvania.
The Drill Bits were made by Center Rock, Inc. located in Berlin, Pennsylvania.
The lead driller Jeff Hart and his team are from Denver, Colorado. They are on loan from the US Military in Afghanistan where they are drilling water wells for our Forward Operating Bases.
He spent the next 33 days on his feet, operating the drill that finally provided a way out Saturday for 33 trapped miners. "You have to feel through your feet what the drill is doing; it's a vibration you get so that you know what's happening," explained Hart.
Hart was called in from Afghanistan, "simply because he's the best" at drilling larger holes with the T130's wide-diameter drill bits, Stefanic said.
Standing before the levers, pressure meters and gauges on the T130's control panel, Hart and the rest of the team faced many challenges in drilling the shaft. At one point, the drill struck a metal support beam in the poorly mapped mine, shattering its hammers. Fresh equipment had to be flown in from the United States and progress was delayed for days as powerful magnets were lowered to pull out the pieces.
The mine's veins of gold and copper ran through quartzite with a high level of abrasive silica, rock so tough that it took all their expertise to keep the drill's hammers from curving off in unwanted directions. "It was horrible," said Center Rock President Brandon Fisher, exhausted after hardly sleeping during the effort. Fisher, Stefanic and Hart called it the most difficult hole they had ever drilled, because of the lives at stake.
"If you're drilling for oil and you lose the hole, it's different. This time there's people down below," Stefanic said.
"We ruined some bits, worked through the problems as a team, and broke through," Hart said. "I'm very happy now."
Miners' relatives crowded around Hart on Saturday, hugging and posing for pictures with him as he walked down from the rescue operation into the tent camp where families had anxiously followed his work.
"He's become the hero of the day," said Dayana Olivares, whose friend Carlos Bugueno is one of the miners stuck below.
In a different day and age, Jeff Hart would be the most famous American in our country right now. He would be honored at the White House. Schoolchildren would learn of his skill and heroism. But because Jeff Hart works in an industry currently being demonized by (insert name for the clowns currently running our country) more people in Chile will celebrate this symbol of American greatness than in America itself.
- Michelle Malkin
Still we join the Chileans in Chi! Chi! Chi! Le'! Le'! Le'! They hung in with the rescue!
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Mine Rescue - American Hero
Regarding the mine rescue, did you know:
The guy that designed the rescue module was a NASA Engineer?
The Drill was made by Schramm Inc. from Pennsylvania.
The Drill Bits were made by Center Rock, Inc. located in Berlin, Pennsylvania.
The lead driller Jeff Hart and his team are from Denver, Colorado. They are on loan from the US Military in Afghanistan where they are drilling water wells for our Forward Operating Bases.
He spent the next 33 days on his feet, operating the drill that finally provided a way out Saturday for 33 trapped miners. "You have to feel through your feet what the drill is doing; it's a vibration you get so that you know what's happening," explained Hart.
Hart was called in from Afghanistan, "simply because he's the best" at drilling larger holes with the T130's wide-diameter drill bits, Stefanic said.
Standing before the levers, pressure meters and gauges on the T130's control panel, Hart and the rest of the team faced many challenges in drilling the shaft. At one point, the drill struck a metal support beam in the poorly mapped mine, shattering its hammers. Fresh equipment had to be flown in from the United States and progress was delayed for days as powerful magnets were lowered to pull out the pieces.
The mine's veins of gold and copper ran through quartzite with a high level of abrasive silica, rock so tough that it took all their expertise to keep the drill's hammers from curving off in unwanted directions. "It was horrible," said Center Rock President Brandon Fisher, exhausted after hardly sleeping during the effort. Fisher, Stefanic and Hart called it the most difficult hole they had ever drilled, because of the lives at stake.
"If you're drilling for oil and you lose the hole, it's different. This time there's people down below," Stefanic said.
"We ruined some bits, worked through the problems as a team, and broke through," Hart said. "I'm very happy now."
Miners' relatives crowded around Hart on Saturday, hugging and posing for pictures with him as he walked down from the rescue operation into the tent camp where families had anxiously followed his work.
"He's become the hero of the day," said Dayana Olivares, whose friend Carlos Bugueno is one of the miners stuck below.
In a different day and age, Jeff Hart would be the most famous American in our country right now. He would be honored at the White House. Schoolchildren would learn of his skill and heroism. But because Jeff Hart works in an industry currently being demonized by (insert name for the clowns currently running our country) more people in Chile will celebrate this symbol of American greatness than in America itself.
- Michelle Malkin
Still we join the Chileans in Chi! Chi! Chi! Le'! Le'! Le'! They hung in with the rescue!
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John 3:16 This is so beautiful! Thanks Carol and Cl;ay Vice!
May God continue to bless our friends, Carol and Clay Vice. Thanks for the wonderful re-cycle. Would it be that we could each recycle in this life. With John 3:16, I believe it is possible.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Clay Vice
Sent: Tuesday, October 19, 2010 22:42
Subject: Fw: John 3:16-Sooo beautiful!!!
This is so beautiful!!!
John 3:16
A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner,
the people were in and out of the cold.
The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell
many papers.
He walked up to a policeman and said,
"Mister,
you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could
find a warm place to sleep tonight would you?
You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and
down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight.
Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You
go down the street to that big white house and you knock
on the door. When they come out the door you just say
John 3:16, and they will let you in."
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the
door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said,
"John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son."
She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom
rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went
off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself:
John 3:16...I don't understand it, but it sure makes
a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry ?"
He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of
days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food,"
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table
full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat
any more. Then he thought to himself:
John 3:16...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure
makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub
filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a
while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16 ....
I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy
clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my
whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in
front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room,
tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers
up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out
the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the
window at the snow coming down on that cold night,
he thought to himself: John 3:16 ....I don't understand it but
it sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took him
down again to that same big table full of food. After he
ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom
rocker in front of the fireplace and
picked up a big old Bible.
She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face.
"Do you understand John 3:16 ?" she asked gently. He
replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it
was last night when the policeman told me to use it,"
She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain
to him about Jesus . Right there, in front of that big old fireplace,
he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there
and thought: John 3:16 -- don't understand it, but it sure
makes a lost boy feel safe.
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either,
how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how
Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand
the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as
they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense
love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end.
I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
not perish, but have everlasting life.
I do Love God . He is my source of existence.. He keeps
me functioning each and every day. Phil 4:13
Take 60 seconds & give this a shot !
Let's just see if Satan stops this one.
All you do is:
1) Simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you this,
"Father, God bless this person in whatever it is that You know
he or she may be needing this day
In Jesus Name
Amen !"
2) Then send it on to ten other people.
Within hours ten people have prayed for you,
and you caused a multitude of people to pray to God for
other people. Then watch the power of God
work in your life for doing the thing that you know He loves.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Clay Vice
Sent: Tuesday, October 19, 2010 22:42
Subject: Fw: John 3:16-Sooo beautiful!!!
This is so beautiful!!!
John 3:16
A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner,
the people were in and out of the cold.
The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell
many papers.
He walked up to a policeman and said,
"Mister,
you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could
find a warm place to sleep tonight would you?
You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and
down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight.
Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You
go down the street to that big white house and you knock
on the door. When they come out the door you just say
John 3:16, and they will let you in."
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the
door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said,
"John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son."
She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom
rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went
off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself:
John 3:16...I don't understand it, but it sure makes
a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry ?"
He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of
days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food,"
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table
full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat
any more. Then he thought to himself:
John 3:16...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure
makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub
filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a
while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16 ....
I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy
clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my
whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in
front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room,
tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers
up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out
the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the
window at the snow coming down on that cold night,
he thought to himself: John 3:16 ....I don't understand it but
it sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took him
down again to that same big table full of food. After he
ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom
rocker in front of the fireplace and
picked up a big old Bible.
She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face.
"Do you understand John 3:16 ?" she asked gently. He
replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it
was last night when the policeman told me to use it,"
She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain
to him about Jesus . Right there, in front of that big old fireplace,
he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there
and thought: John 3:16 -- don't understand it, but it sure
makes a lost boy feel safe.
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either,
how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how
Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand
the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as
they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense
love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end.
I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
not perish, but have everlasting life.
I do Love God . He is my source of existence.. He keeps
me functioning each and every day. Phil 4:13
Take 60 seconds & give this a shot !
Let's just see if Satan stops this one.
All you do is:
1) Simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you this,
"Father, God bless this person in whatever it is that You know
he or she may be needing this day
In Jesus Name
Amen !"
2) Then send it on to ten other people.
Within hours ten people have prayed for you,
and you caused a multitude of people to pray to God for
other people. Then watch the power of God
work in your life for doing the thing that you know He loves.
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