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This is a quick Sunday Issue. Kays Husband Kyle will be going into the hospital tomorrow to be given his first dialsis. Please keep Kay and her family in your prayers. Kyle is having kidney rejection from a transplant he had 12 years ago. He has been in & out of the hospital having surgical proceedures to open up the valves in his arm to allow them to do dialsis. For this reason we have all been busy and preoccupied and the news may come a bit irregular for a while. *hugs* Patsy/ Kay ***************************************** God Created the First Teacher On the 6th day, God created men and women. On the 7th day, he rested. Not so much to recuperate, but rather to prepare himself for the work he was going to do on the next day. For it was on that day-the 8th day-that God created the FIRST TEACHER. This TEACHER, though taken from among men and women, had several significant modifications. In general, God made the TEACHER more durable than other men and women. The TEACHER was made to arise at a very early hour and to go to bed no earlier than 11:30 p.m.- with no rest in between. The TEACHER had to be able to withstand being locked up in an air-tight classroom for six hours with thirty-five "monsters" on a rainy Monday. And the TEACHER had to be fit to correct 103 term papers over Easter vacation. Yes, God made the TEACHER tough...but gentle too. The TEACHER was equipped with soft hands to wipe away the tears of the neglected and lonely student...of those of the sixteen year old girl who was not asked to the prom. And into the TEACHER God poured a generous amount of patience. Patience when a student asks to repeat the directions the TEACHER has just repeated for someone else. Patience when the kids forget their lunch money for the fourth day in a row. Patience when one-third of the class fails the test. Patience when the text books haven't arrived yet, and the semester starts tomorrow. And God gave the TEACHER a heart slightly bigger than the average human heart. For the TEACHER's heart had to be big enough to love the kid who screams, "I hate this class-it's boring!" and to love the kid who runs out of the classroom at the end of the period without so much as a"goodbye", let alone a "thank you". And lastly, God gave the TEACHER an abundant supply of HOPE. For God knew that the TEACHER would always be hoping. Hoping that the kids would someday learn how to spell... hoping not to have lunchroom duty... hoping that Friday would come... hoping for a free day.... hoping for deliverance. When God finished creating the TEACHER, he stepped back and admired the work of his hands. And God saw that the TEACHER was good. Very Good! And God smiled, for when he looked at the TEACHER, he saw into the future. He knew that the future is in the hands of the TEACHERS. And because God loves Teachers so much, on the 9th day God created "Snow Days." Author Unknown ***************************************** Tangled Hair Beth was sitting at an airport terminal, waiting to board a plane. She was sitting there with several other people who were also waiting, whom she did not know. As she waited, she pulled out her Bible and started reading. All of a sudden she felt as if the people sitting there around her,were looking at her. She looked up, but realized that they were looking just over her head, in the direction right behind her. She turned around to see what everyone was looking at, and when she did,she saw a stewardess pushing a wheelchair, with the ugliest old man sitting in it, that she had ever seen before. She said he had this long white hair that was all tangled and such a mess. His face was really, really wrinkled, and he didn't look friendly at all. She said she didn't know why, but she felt drawn to the man, and thought at first that God wanted her to witness to him. In her mind she said she was thinking, "Oh, God, please, not now, not here. No matter what she did, she couldn't get the man off of her mind,and all of a sudden she knew what God wanted her to do. She was supposed to brush this old man's hair. She went and knelt down in front of the old man, and said "Sir may I have the honor of brushing your hair for you?" He said "What?" She thought, "Oh great, he's hard of hearing." Again, a little louder,she said, "Sir, may I have the honor of brushing your hair for you?" He answered, "If you are going to talk to me, you are going to have to speak up, I am practically deaf." So this time, she was almost yelling, "Sir may I please have the honor of brushing your hair for you?" Everyone was watching to see what his response would be. The old man just looked at her confused, and said "Well, I guess if you really want to." She said, "I don't even have a brush, but I thought I would ask anyway." He said, "Look in the bag hanging on the back of my hair,there is a brush in there." So she got the brush out and started brushing his hair. (She has a girl with long hair, so she has had lots of practice getting the tangles out,and knew how to be gentle with him.) She worked for a long time,until every last tangle was out. Just as she was finishing up, she heard the old man crying, and she went and put her hands on his knees, kneeling in front of him again looking directly into his eyes, and said "Sir, do you know Jesus?" He answered, "Yes, of course I know Jesus. You see, my bride told me she couldn't marry me unless I knew Jesus, so I learned all about Jesus,and asked Him to come into my heart many years ago, before I married my bride." He continued, "You know, I am on my way home to go and see my wife. I have been in the hospital for a long time, and had to have a special surgery in this town far from my home. My wife couldn't come with me, because she is so frail herself." He said, "I was so worried about how terrible my hair looked, and I didn't want her to see me looking so awful, but I couldn't brush my hair, all by myself." Tears were rolling down his cheeks, as he thanked Beth for brushing his hair. He thanked her over and over again. She was crying, people all around witnessing this were crying, and as they were all boarding the plane, the stewardess, who was also crying, stopped her, and asked, "Why did you do that?" And right there was the opportunity, the door that had been opened to share with someone else, the love of God. "We don't always understand God's ways, but be ready, He may use us to meet the need of someone else, like He met the need of this old man, and in that moment, also calling out to a lost soul who needed to know about His love." Author Unknown ****************************************** First Time in Church A mother took her three-year-old daughter to church for the first time. The church lights were lowered, and then the choir came down the aisle, carrying lighted candles. All was quiet until the little one started to sing in a loud voice, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you... **************************************** A Spittin' Image A young mother enlisted the help of a friend in taking her infant identical twins to the doctor. Since the waiting area was full, the two women, each with a twin, were seated on opposite sides of the room. After a few minutes someone commented, "It's amazing how much those two babies look alike!" The friend was quick to reply, "Well, they should. They have the same father." I haven't heard whether the misunderstanding was ever straightened out... One might say these babies were the "spittin' image" of each other. And the term, "spittin' image," stems from an old misunderstanding itself. Joel Chandler Harris, author of the Uncle Remus stories, explained that when an American slave seemed to be saying, "spittin' image," he or she was actually saying, "spirit and image," as: "'e's the spi'it 'n' image of his daddy." Spirit and image. Fascinating, isn't it? And what makes it even more interesting is the truth from St. Bernard of Clairvaux, who said, "What we love we shall grow to resemble." Or put another way, we become the spirit and image of that which we hold dear, at least on the inside. If we become the spirit and image of that which we most love, we want to choose whom and what to love very carefully. Where to place those priorities. How to devote our best time and energy. To whom we give our fullest attention. For love is about these things of the heart, and our spirits resemble that which has hold of the heart. *************************************** The 7-Ups 1. Wake Up - Decide to have a good day. "Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice & be glad in it." Psalms 118:24 2. Dress Up - The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance but the Lord looks at the heart. " I Sam 16:7 3. Shut Up - Say nice things & learn to listen. God gave us 2 ears and 1 mouth so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. "He who guards his lips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3 "Gossip betrays confidence, avoid men who talk too much" Proverbs 20:19 "Listen to advice, accept instruction and in the end, you will be wise" Proverbs 19:20 4. Stand Up - For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything. "Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10 5. Look Up - To the Lord. "I can do everything through Him who gives me strength" Philippians 4:13 6. Reach Up - For something higher. As Jiminy Cricket sings "High Hopes" Always try to better yourself. 7. Lift Up - Your Prayers. "Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING" Philippians 4:6 Author Unknown ******************************************* The 5 1/2 Hour Wait! By: Mary Theresa "Terri" Green Several months ago it was time for my yearly mammogram. Like most women, I dreaded the thought of going through the procedure. Little did I know that this day would be different for me, and God would bless me with a 5 1/2 hour wait. When I arrived at the Women's Center I had no idea that they were short staffed. But I had no where else to be, or anything to do, so I decided to wait. This wait, of all days would be a "treat" for me, and in the company of strangers. Women from all walks of life; different shapes and sizes, different colors and religions. There was a bus driver, a County Commissioner wife's, a grandmother, and a daughter with her mother. Most of us knew that the wait was going to be long, but we decided to hang in there together. The x-ray technician called us back to what we named "the holding bin." You already had your gown on, and ready to go back, when they called your name. Yet, none of us seemed aware of what was going on around us. We sat in a lovely decorated room, with great magazines to look at, and a television on. Nonetheless, not one of us cared. We were bonding by sharing things, and there was "life" happening in that room. No longer was I dreading the reason I was there, in fact, I was enjoying the stories these wonderful women were telling. This lovely lady named Lucy already had cancer in one breast, and her husband had cancer of the lungs. She told us that her son had passed away of cancer in August of 1999. As Lucy told us about her son, there was not a dry eye in the room. We didn't care that our makeup was coming off, or that our "walls of emotions" were breaking down. She talked about what her son's last days on earth were like, and how their entire family had come together to care for him. I reached over to take Lucy's hand as she finished her story. The day before her son had died, his sister was sitting with him. He had been in and out of a coma for the last couple of weeks. When he was awake it was only for a few seconds. On this particular day he awoke and looked at his sister sitting next to him. He said, "The angels are beautiful that are coming to take me home, and they all have smiles on their faces!" Then he said, "He was ready to go home and be with the Lord." Lucy said there was so much peace at the moment he died. She knew her son had gone on to be with Jesus, and he would no longer have to suffer. I looked at Lucy and said, "Your family must have had a lot of prayer and faith, to get you through it all?" She said they did, and all of a sudden this young black woman sitting in the room said, "Amen, sister, prayer is the only way!" We nearly had a revival right then and there! All of us knew and understood that without prayer we are hopeless. I was thankful that day for the 5 1/2 hour wait. It was a joy to be in the company of each and everyone of those women. If I had gone on another day, and not been delayed, I probably would have never met Lucy. It was time well spent! God truly does work in mysterious ways...even when it is an appointment for a mammogram! Something occurred to me that day...it isn't how long of a life you live that matters, but what you do with that time...does! God Bless you all. |
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