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Nov 16, 2006

Today’s announcements

Do not forget to send in your votes for the Halloween Contest – deadline to vote – November 17^th.    

^{I really need more votes for the contest, please make sure to send them in the authors are chomping at the bit to find out who won.}

^{Remember that all stories and poems were lost because of the computer crash, if you sent me anything in late August, September or October and you haven’t seen it published please send it back again.  Thank you.}

See below for Storytime Angels

Please remember Ruth Gallager in prayer especially for her upcoming surgery on her head this coming Friday, Nov 17th.  She is to be at the dr's office at 8a.m. (est).  Seventeen months ago, the medical team found tumors on the top of Ruth's head but the area has never completly healed although followup treatment was done follwoing the surgery.  She has lost most of her hair and it will never return and to top that off, the drs have found more tumors.  They intend to operate on Friday and Ruth is a nervous wreck.  Can you imagine the trauma of a widow of 91 trying to cope with such a trial?

I call Ruth on a daily basis and she has become very close to my heart over a period of time.  She says she will let me know sometime Friday what the test show after the surgery so pray with all your heart that Ruth can be spared the ravages of so much worry and who knows what.

In His Name,  Normie p.s. I will give you updates as I have them.

Hoopla214@yahoo.com

Please say a prayer for my grandson. He has been having an itching in his ears that almost has him in tears. My daughter is going to take him to the doctor in the morning. Please pray that he will be able to get some sleep tonight.

Also please keep a woman named Tammy in your prayers. she fell against the side of her home and injured her side. It looks as if she will have to have surgery.

Plese pray for my church family as we have a memorial service on Saturday for a wonderful Christian woman that passed away this past weekend. She will be missed by a lot of people. She was one that you got a hug from any time she saw you. She was the greeter at church. She always had a kind word for everyone. Miss Mimi was a piller of our church.

I thank you all for your prayers. GOD BLESS
Susan R twofamily2@earthlink.com

Now onto the good stuff!

Today’s Queue Stories

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 I'm Quite Rich

Bill Walker

missourisage@yahoo.com

I'm quite rich, I have nothing. I am just like Warren Buffet. You know he is quite rich, has nothing.  You ever stop and think about what anyone has?  To have something means you can say it is yours, but really what do you have that is yours? You may have a million dollars, You may have many millions of dollars. Sure nice isn't the thought. Some day your going to be just like the one that has nothing, dead.

You may be planted in the ground in the best suit of clothes money can buy, in the most highest priced pine box money can buy.  Your still dead, and not one thing can you take on the trip.  The Glory Train has no baggage car.  I had a fellow some years ago, liked his diamond rings he had to wear, He said his wish was to be planted with the rings.  Those was his, and he wanted to wear them forever.  Those and other things he owned was of great value, that is to him. He forgot one thing.  He is dead, he owns nothing. There is no baggage car on the Glory train, or that freight train going to the other place.  He may have been planted with all the gold in the world.  Gold is not making the trip. Just a trip to the planting ground out east edge of town.

You or I may have many things, but do we really have anything?  We only have the use of any thing, and that is for a very short time  All things you will lose in a given amount of time.  Your health may be taken, same as your money. Your great mind which at one time was a store house of much schooling.  You may have been a great President even. Today you don't know if the sun came up or not, your mind got up and left. Leaving a body that is there, but that is it. You own nothing. 

The Bible is very clear on this. You came into this world, with really nothing, so there fore your traveling out same way, nothing.  There is no way your was born with diamond rings on your fingers or toes.  I don't care if your mother was  the most rich woman that ever lived.  She too will die some time or other, and she also will make the trip, carrying no baggage.   Remember the Glory Train has no baggage car.  The freight train going to the other place has no freight cars for baggage either.  All the box cars is stuffed with ones that prayed to their dollar bills. 

Matthew 16;26...  For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul ?  or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul ?

All through history we find grave robbers.  These people made a living digging in grave yards looking for the gold and other things put on a body.  After all the dead has no need of such.  One of the most beloved little dogs, in history, his master was the town Constable.  part of the patrol was Greyfriars of Edinburgh, Scotland .  Little Bobby guarded his masters grave day and night for 14 years.  Today Bobby and his master, John Gray is together once again in a Mansion on the hill.

Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write

http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

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 MY OLD CAR

Joe Mazzella

Almost 20 years ago when I was still a college student I had an old car that
I jokingly named Goliath because of its huge size. This car was older than I
was at the time and drank more gas than a dozen pick-up trucks. It had
rotted wiring that my dad had to replace more than once. The windshield
wipers were broke. The battery died often. The radio didn't work and I only
had one, scratchy cassette for the tape player. It often took quite a while
to start and would backfire loud enough to be heard in the next county. My
friends and teachers would often joke that they noticed buzzards circling my
car when I was in class. Still, this was the car I depended on to commute
long distances everyday and more often than not it got me there.

In a lot of ways too this car was a lot like life. The more you complained
about it the worse it got. If I would complain about the gas milage one of
the bald tires would blow out. If I would grouch about the sputtering engine
it would start raining and I would be straining to see through the water all
the way home. If I griped about not having a radio the next time the engine
would not start at all. But, when I laughed about and accepted all of
Goliath's problems it would run for weeks without giving me any trouble at
all. I would pat its steering wheel with love and sing along to my old
cassette tape as I drove home in joy. God taught me a lot about life with
that car.

My giant, old, beat-up car showed me that you have to appreciate what God
gives you in this life. You have to rejoice in the good and grow stronger
and more loving from the bad. You have to see that worrying and complaining
only add to your misery and realize that you can select laughter, love and
joy instead. You have to reach a point where you take whatever life gives
you and use it to make this world a better, happier, and more loving place.
You have to see that even if you start out driving a piece of junk in this
life, God is still going to make it a glorious ride.

Joe Mazzella

joecool@wirefire.com

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The Wrangler
B.J. Cassady

Jud Parsons rode into town.  His priorities were simple.  Get his horse stabled, find himself a room a bath, some food, a place to wash the trail dust down his throat then a good nights rest.  How long had he been riding the trail?  A week since he and the crew got their money.

He was tired of sleeping on rocks and eating the dust.  Jud decided a few dollars for a home cooked meal, a bath, maybe a new shirt and a real bed would be nice.  He figured he was probably only a few days out from his place and he wanted to arrive rested. 
 
He dismounted in front of the livery and tossed a coin to the man for some extra oats for his horse.  He took his saddle with him though.  No real western man leaves his saddle just laying around then he walked over to the saloon to ask about a place to rest for the night. 

The piano music was loud the smoke was hazy and the crowd seemed to noisy for
a week day but Jud didn't care as he ordered a beer at the bar.
 
"Passing through pardner?"  asked the barkeeper.
 
"Yep, thought I might rest up for one maybe two days.  My horse and I could use it.  Where could a man get a good meal and a comfortable bed?"  said I.
 
"Dolly's across the street is the place to go for food and she has a few rooms above her place for strangers.  The next best place is the hotel next to hers.  The barber has a nice tub but so does Dolly." replied the barkeep.
 
I tossed him a dollar, picked up my saddled and started for the batwings when a voice called out..... "Hey saddle tramp, how about a game of cards?"

I turned and saw a slick card shark at the table who was leaning back in his chair, vest opened with a pair of colts dangling at his side.  I could tell they had seen a lot of use.  I did not like his look and did not like his style, but I was dog tired.
 
"Stranger, I am tired and really am a poor gambler at my best.  I just want to get cleaned up, eat and hit the hay."  I stated in my tired but firm voice.
 
 "Scared to lose huh."  He grinned.  "Must be a yellow streak in you."
 
"Listen mister, let me rest, eat, sleep and I will play you one hand
tomorrow morning.  That I promise."  I looked him full in the eye as I said it.
 
"I will see that the livery keeps your horse in town so your won't run out."
he said. 
 
I turned and left.  I headed to Dolly’s and had a great meal, got my room, bath, and went to bed.  I must have slept ten hours.  I woke up the next morning and the town was a buzz.  When I had breakfast at Dolly’s it was packed.  People were asking me if I intended to sneak out of town or what.

I did not answer or speak to anyone.  After breakfast I went back to my room. Put on my blue clean shirt, buckled my holster on, checked my load and made certain my pistol was clean.  Then I walked over to the saloon.  I was rested, ready....
 
He saw me differently this morning than last night.  The night before I was a dusty saddle tramp.  Today, I was a clean western man who wore his gun not too low or too high.  My gun was tied down, with the release off.  My eyes were on his.  I showed no emotion as I strode over to the table and sat down.

I took out a five dollar gold piece and put it down and said "High card wins."
I took out my deck of cards, shuffled them and offered them to the card shark.
 
"Hey I do not want to use your cards."  He said.
 
"And I do not want to use yours."  I responded.
 
I took my card, a 10 of diamonds.   He took a card an 8 of clubs.  I picked up
the money and started to get up.  His face flushed with anger.  He stood up.  His
hands were hovering over his pistols.
 
"Don't you know who I am?"  Said the card shark.
 
 "Can't rightly say I do." stated I.
 
 "I am Black Jack and I have killed nine men in a fair fight.  I am the fastest
man in town."  Jack said.
 
 "You were the fastest man in town until I arrived."  I lit my small cigar and blew
smoke in his face.  "If you are smart you can still be the fastest man if you let me
leave, else you will just be a memory in this town."
 
Jack made his mistake...he drew, or tried to.  His eyes were open in astonishment
as his guns were still in his holster when mine threw out a flame towards his chest.
He just stood there.  I took my cigar, put it in his mouth and walked out of the saloon.

I heard the crash of the body as I mounted my horse.  People started to run towards
the saloon.  The gambler made one bet too many.  A man wanted just to be left alone. Never bet against a stacked deck.
 
The end

B.J. Cassady

BJ.Cassady@af-group.com

Readers Feedback

 Carol:  this article, "Integrity" written by Janice was very interesting. When Jesus called my attention in the form of a dream, Fr. Bill, was spiritual director, encouraged me to read the Book of Job. My first response was rejection since I "knew" how difficult it was. However, after I was done with it I felt a peace I never had before.

By the way, my book, The Window to my soul, My walk with Jesus, is based on he first half of the Book of Job.  I invite Janice and your other readers to visit my website and read a little about the book, etc. www.myspace.com/tanniaortizlopes

I know how she feels, since at times that's the way I feel too. We are all striving to be perfect, but still have a loooooooooong way to go......

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