Things That Cancer Can NEVER Do…..

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Photo Credit” USAG – Humphreys via CC Flickr

Cancer is so limited…

It cannot cripple love.
It cannot shatter hope.
It cannot corrode faith.
It cannot eat away peace.
It cannot destroy confidence.
It cannot kill friendship.
It cannot shut out memories.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot reduce eternal life.
It cannot quench the Spirit.

We Need God in America Again!

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Photo Credit: Watson Creative Media

George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country, the founding fathers of the U.S.A.

Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain by divine call. Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote the Declaration of Independence “with liberty and justice for all.”

But something happened since Jefferson called the Bible the cornerstone for American liberty then put it in our schools as a light. Or since “Give me liberty, or give me death,” Patrick Henry said, “Our country was founded on the Gospel of Jesus Christ.”

We eliminated God from the equation of American life thus eliminating the reason this nation first began…from beyond the grave I hear the voices of our founding fathers plead “We need God in America again.”

Of the 55 men who formed the Constitution, fifty-two were active members of their church. Founding fathers like Noah Webster who wrote the first dictionary, could literally quote the Bible chapter and verse. James Madison said, “We’ve staked our future on our ability to follow the Ten Commandments with all our heart.” These men believed you couldn’t even call yourself an American if you subverted the Word of God.

In his farewell address, Washington said, “You can’t have national morality apart from religious principle,” and it’s true ‘Cause right now we have nearly 150,000 kids carrying guns to these war zones we call public schools.

In the ’40’s and ’50’s student problems were chewing gum and talking…in the ’90’s, rape and murder are the trend. The only way this nation can even hope to last this decade Is put God in America again

The only hope for America is Jesus. The only hope for our country is Him. If we repent of our ways stand firm and say, “We need God in America again!

Abe Lincoln said, “The philosophy of the classroom in one generation will be the philosophy of government of the next.” So, when you eliminate the Word of God from the classroom and politics, you eliminate the nation that Word protects

America is now number one in teen pregnancy and violent crime. It’s number one in illiteracy, drug use, and divorce. Everyday a new holocaust of 5,000 unborn die, while pornography floods our streets like open sewers. America’s dead and dying hand is on the threshold of the Church. While the spirit of Sodom and Gomorrah vex us all. When it gets to the point where people would rather come out of the closet than clean it…it’s a sign that the judgment of God is going to fall.
If there’s ever been a time to rise up Church, it’s now. And as the blood bought saints of the living God proclaim, it’s time to sound the alarm from the Church house to the White House and say, “We want God in America again”

I believe it’s time for America to stand up and proclaim that “one nation under God” is our demand and send this evil lifestyle back to Satan where it came from and let the Word of God revive our dying land.

Jesus Christ is coming back again in all His glory and every eye shall see Him on that day. That’s why a new anointing of God’s power’s coming on us to boldly tell the world “you must be saved.”

Because astrology won’t save you, your horoscope won’t save you the Bible says these things are all a farce if you’re born again, you don’t need to look to the stars for your answers ’cause you can look to the very One who made those stars!

History tells us time and time again, to live like there’s no God makes you a fool. If you want to see kids live right, stop handing out condoms and start handing out the Word of God in schools.

The only hope for America is Jesus. The only hope for our country is Him. If we repent of our ways, stand firm and say…we need God in America again!

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These are the lyrics from the music artist Carman and his song, “America Again”

Twenty Dollars Anyone?

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Photo Credit: Cohdra via Morguefile

How many of us would like to receive free money? $1,000? $100? 20? Money is a valuable thing in the world today. There are times that money can also teach us important life lessons. Just like money has value, so do people…as the following story will demonstrate…

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A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?”

Hands started going up.

He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.

He then asked, “Who still wants it?”

Still the hands were up in the air.

“Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. “Now who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.

“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. You are special – Don’t ever forget it!
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Source:indianchild.com

Silly Warning Labels For Stupid People

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Photo Credit: Dan Taylor via CC Flickr

Warning labels are an important part of products that we buy and use. Unfortunately, there are a lot of cases in which companies must think that people are…well…stupid. The following list proves how silly these warning labels can be…

“Do not use if you cannot see clearly to read the information in the information booklet.” — In the information booklet.

“Caution: The contents of this bottle should not be fed to fish.” — On a bottle of shampoo for dogs.

“For external use only!” — On a curling iron.

“Warning: This product can burn eyes.” — On a curling iron.

“Do not use in shower.” — On a hair dryer.

“Do not use while sleeping.” — On a hair dryer.

“Do not use while sleeping or unconscious.” — On a hand-held massaging device.

“Do not place this product into any electronic equipment.” — On the case of a chocolate CD in a gift basket.

“Recycled flush water unsafe for drinking.” — On a toilet at a public sports facility in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
“This product not intended for use as a dental drill.” — On an electric rotary tool.

“Caution: Do not spray in eyes.” — On a container of underarm deodorant.

“Do not drive with sunshield in place.” — On a cardboard sunshield that keeps the sun off the dashboard.

“Caution: This is not a safety protective device.” — On a plastic toy helmet used as a container for popcorn.

“Do not use near fire, flame, or sparks.” — On an “Aim-n-Flame” fireplace lighter.

“Not intended for highway use.” — On a 13-inch wheel on a wheelbarrow.

“This product is not to be used in bathrooms.” — On a Holmes bathroom heater.

“May irritate eyes.” — On a can of self-defense pepper spray.

“Eating rocks may lead to broken teeth.” — On a novelty rock garden set called “Popcorn Rock.”

“Caution! Contents hot!” — On a Domino’s Pizza box.

“Caution: Hot beverages are hot!” — On a coffee cup.

“Caution: Shoots rubber bands.” — On a product called “Rubber Band Shooter.”

“Warning: May contain small parts.” — On a Frisbee.

“Do not use orally.” — On a toilet bowl cleaning brush.

“Please keep out of children.” — On a butcher knife.
“For use by trained personnel only.” — On a can of air freshener.
“Do not use as ear plugs.” — On a package of silly putty.

“Please store in the cold section of the refrigerator.” — On a bag of fresh grapes in Australia.

“Warning: knives are sharp!” — On the packaging of a sharpening stone.

“Not for weight control.” — On a pack of Breath Savers.

“Twist top off with hands. Throw top away. Do not put top in mouth.” — On the label of a bottled drink.

“Theft of this container is a crime.” — On a milk crate.

“Do not use intimately.” — On a tube of deodorant.

“Warning: has been found to cause cancer in laboratory mice.” — On a box of rat poison.

“Fragile. Do not drop.” — Posted on a Boeing 757.

“Cannot be made non-poisonous.” — On the back of a can of de-icing windshield fluid.

“Caution: Remove infant before folding for storage.” — On a portable stroller.

“Excessive dust may be irritating to shin and eyes.” — On a tube of agarose powder, used to make gels.

“Look before driving.” — On the dash board of a mail truck.

“Do not iron clothes on body.” — On packaging for a Rowenta iron.

“Do not drive car or operate machinery.” — On Boot’s children’s cough medicine.

“For indoor or outdoor use only.” — On a string of Christmas lights.

“Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly.” — On a child sized Superman costume.

“This door is alarmed from 7:00pm – 7:00am.” — On a hospital’s outside access door.

“Beware! To touch these wires is instant death. Anyone found doing so will be prosecuted.” — On a sign at a railroad station.

“Warning: do not use if you have prostate problems.” — On a box of Midol PMS relief tablets.

“Product will be hot after heating.” — On a supermarket dessert box.

“Do not turn upside down.” — On the bottom of a supermarket dessert box.

“Do not light in face. Do not expose to flame.” — On a lighter.

“Choking hazard: This toy is a small ball.” — On the label for a cheap rubber ball toy.

“Not for human consumption.” — On a package of dice.

“May be harmful if swallowed.” — On a shipment of hammers.

“Using Ingenio cookware to destroy your old pots may void your warranty.” — A printed message that appears in a television advertisement when the presenter demonstrates how strong the cookware is by using it to beat up and destroy a regular frying pan.

“Do not attempt to stop the blade with your hand.” — In the manual for a Swedish chainsaw.

“Do not dangle the mouse by its cable or throw the mouse at co-workers.” — From a manual for an SGI computer.

“Warning: May contain nuts.” — On a package of peanuts.

“Do not eat.” — On a slip of paper in a stereo box, referring to the styrofoam packing.

“Do not eat if seal is missing.” — On said seal.

“Remove occupants from the stroller before folding it.”

“Access hole only — not intended for use in lifting box.” — On the sides of a shipping carton, just above cut-out openings which one would assume were handholds.

“Warning: May cause drowsiness.” — On a bottle of Nytol, a brand of sleeping pills.

“Warning: Misuse may cause injury or death.” — Stamped on the metal barrel of a .22 calibre rifle.

“Do not use orally after using rectally.” — In the instructions for an electric thermometer.

“Turn off motor before using this product.” — On the packaging for a chain saw file, used to sharpen the cutting teeth on the chain.

“Not to be used as a personal flotation device.” — On a 6×10 inch inflatable picture frame.

“Do not put in mouth.” — On a box of bottle rockets.

“Remove plastic before eating.” — On the wrapper of a Fruit Roll-Up snack.

“Not dishwasher safe.” — On a remote control for a TV.

“For lifting purposes only.” — On the box for a car jack.

“Do not put lit candles on phone.” — On the instructions for a cordless phone.

“Warning! This is not underwear! Do not attempt to put in pants.” — On the packaging for a wristwatch.
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Source and Read more: http://www.cracked.com/funny-1714-stupid-people/#ixzz2xanTDHgZ

He is Risen!

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Matthew 28:6

King James Version (KJV)

He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

As this week has progressed, the week so well-known as being Holy Week, so much has been written in many of the blogs, in the way of scripture lessons, beautiful poetry, devotions, etc.    All that I have read has been a blessing to me and some I have reblogged to share with others.   I’ve thought that I, also, should be writing something as well, but despite the myriad of thoughts and ideas that wandered through my head, I just felt I could not pin it down to a few meaningful words without being in danger of copying the words of others or making my words interesting enough to be a blessing to others.  As I went…

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Happy Easter!!

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Photo Credit” Waiting For the Word via CC Flickr

I would like to take this time to wish all of my brothers and sisters in the Lord a VERY blessed Easter!

We serve an amazing God who loves us so much. My heart breaks for those who do not believe in God and in Jesus Christ and what He went through so that we could have eternal life! I cannot imagine not worshiping the Living God.

He has Risen!

He has risen INDEED!!!

The Day A Chicken Taught Us A Lesson of Easter

 

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Photo Credit: Paul Joseph via CC Flickr

The following true story shows to all of us how sometimes God uses things that we would never imagine, to teach us lessons. God works in mysterious ways…and sometimes we can learn lessons in ways that we never dreamed of. The following story is a sweet account of a lady, one of her pets, and how her little friend taught a lesson of faith to a group of people.

What do you think of when you think of Easter?

Eggs, of course. The symbols of new life come spring. How better to illustrate the season’s spiritual message?

I looked forward to teaching the lesson of the egg in my Sunday school class as Easter approached, but when I asked the children where eggs came from the answer surprised me.

“Bunnies!” all 12 students shouted.
Bunnies? I thought. Could these kids be so far removed from nature they actually think rabbits lay eggs? My own chickens would have been insulted!

“It’s on TV,” one of the girls explained. “A white rabbit lays chocolate eggs.”

Now I knew what they meant. I’d seen the commercial, but it didn’t have much to do with the lesson I wanted to teach. I had to think this through.

The following Sunday morning I got ready for school, still not sure what to do. I have to find a way to set them straight, I thought.

I checked my chicken coop before I left. My birds strutted and clucked around the hen houses: Ida, Ada and Henney Penney in their nesting boxes, Rudy the rooster scratching at the ground. Penney puffed her feathers to twice her size when Rudy got close. She was guarding a dozen eggs.

“If only the kids at Sunday school could see your eggs,” I said, stroking Penney’s copper-speckled feathers, “they’d forget all about chocolate.”

That’s when it hit me: What if I took Penney and her eggs to Sunday school with me? How many of the kids had ever seen a real egg hatch? Or watched an ordinary-looking, beige-colored egg turn into a live chick with bright little BB-pellet eyes, downy feathers and tiny feet, peeping away? The hatching of an egg was like a miracle. Why not share it with the kids? I’d give those children an Easter message they’d never forget!

I hunted for a box to hold the eggs. But wait a minute: Was I really planning to bring a chicken to church? I tried to remember another time any kind of animal had joined us at our solemn service. Once a sparrow flew in an open window and fluttered around, disturbing the reading. And a puppy had wandered in and led the ushers in a merry chase around the aisles while the children laughed. But those events hadn’t been planned.

I thought of a certain church lady, a good Christian with very strong opinions. She’d once objected to my son’s carrying in a Bible with a jazzy cover. “It’s a New Testament,” I’d assured her as she eyed the brightly colored jacket.

“Well,” she’d sniffed, “it looks like a Betty Crocker cookbook!”

I had a vision of my little bantam hen pooping on the ecclesiastical carpet. “I guess chickens really don’t belong in church,” I said. But then I remembered Jesus’ own words in the Gospel of Matthew: “How often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings.”

“That settles it,” I told Penney. “Jesus would approve of a chicken in church, and he’s who matters!” Penney would be in the Sunday school wing anyway. Nowhere near the church, actually. And nowhere near that straitlaced church lady (I hoped).

I poked holes in the lid of a straw-filled cardboard box and transferred Penney and her eggs into it. It was waiting on the table when the children came to class. As they took their seats I said, “Guess what’s inside.”

“Rabbits!” one boy shouted.

“Kitten!” a girl said over him.

“Puppy!” called someone else.

“Nobody has guessed it,” I said and lifted the lid. All the children gasped. Penney blinked in the sudden light and ruffled her feathers, but soon settled down and clucked. The children came forward slowly, so as not to scare her. The girls took turns stroking her feathers.

“What do you think Penney’s brought with her?” I said. I lifted her up to reveal a dozen eggs.

A boy poked one of the shells with a pudgy finger. “How can she sit on them?” he asked. “They’re hard!”

“Penney wants her babies very much,” I said. “She’s willing to go through hard things. Just like your mother did before you were born. God puts love into all parents’ hearts—even chicken parents!”

Now that the children had seen the eggs, I offered them a deal. “Penney has laid 12 eggs. That’s one for each of you,” I said. “You have a choice what to do with your egg. You can take it home and have your mom cook it for breakfast…”

The children giggled.

“Or I can bring Penney back next week and you can see your eggs turn into babies!”

Not one child voted for an omelet. By the following week the children had told all their friends. We discussed the impending blessed event. They couldn’t wait to see the chicks they’d been promised on Easter Sunday.

I promised, I thought as I got ready for bed on Saturday night. Should I have been so confident the children would see chicks on Easter? It took 21 days for a bantam hen egg to hatch, and in the interest of timing, I’d taken the eggs from under Penney so that she’d miss a day of brooding. But what if I’d miscounted, or addled the eggs when moving them? What if Penny’s temperature wasn’t just right? The hatching of a chicken was God’s work, not mine. God, I prayed after I switched off the light, please let at least one egg hatch for them.

The church parking lot was crowded the next morning. Everyone came for the Easter service. But why were so many people gathered around the Sunday school wing? I made my way through the crowd with my cardboard box.

“Is that Penney?” a woman asked me.

“Did the eggs hatch yet?” a man said.

They were all here to see Penney and her eggs! Along with every child from every Sunday school class, not just my own. Even the pastor came over to see what was going on. “It’s an expectant hen,” I told him, blushing. “I thought the children would like to see the eggs hatch.”

“What a perfect way to illustrate today’s sermon!” he said. “Would you bring Penney into the church?”

So much for keeping Penney under wraps, I thought as a pack of children cheered and followed me into the sanctuary. They plunked themselves on the stage at the front of the church. Okay, God, I thought as I lifted the lid. Time for an Easter miracle!

A gasp went up. There was Penney with not one but six wobbly chicks. Three were already dried and fluffy as dandelion down. The other three were still wet from their shells. Two more eggs were nearly cracked in half, the babies just emerging. The last four eggshells showed tiny holes where miniature beaks were pecking.

I looked up, beaming, from Penney’s new family—right into the face of that straitlaced parishioner I’d dreaded. She was gazing down at the chicks as happy and amazed as the little girl in front of her who asked, “How did you get the eggs to hatch right on Easter?”

“God decides when the eggs hatch,” I said. “He knew this was the right time!”

And just the right place—right in his own house, where all new life begins.
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Credit: Isabel Wolseley as it appeared on “Angels on Earth” via Guideposts.org