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April 10, 2007

Today’s Announcements

 Happy Birthday to our long standing member, Tennie Winter: tenwinter@webtv.net

Hello you all: On Monday, April 9, at 10:00 pm EST I will be interviewed LIVE by Nicole Stevenson. She is the host of First Cut internet radio. The show is schedule to last an hour. You could listen to the interview at www.artistfirst.com

I would appreciate your prayers, too. At the time of the interview, it will be 4:00 am on Germany. I am asking for prayers so the Holy Spirit be with me and I am fully awake. I need to be a good instrument for the Lord so the message of my book could be shared with all the listeners....

I pray you will be able to come and listen to the interview. If you are unable to attend, then, please pray for me and the success of it.....

From the distance, yours in Christ Jesus

Tannia E. Ortiz-Lop?s

"The Window to My Soul, My Walk with Jesus"

Voted "2006 BEST CHRISTIAN POETRY BOOK"

by www.christianstoryteller.com

www.tatepublishing.com
www.myspace.com/tanniaortizlopes

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Today’s Stories

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ON A LONELY OLD ROAD

 Sharon Bryant

My son came home from work late one night.  He rushed into the house and said, "Mom, come outside quick, I gotta show you what I found!"  It was storming badly that night.  Lightning was flashing all around, thunder rolled, and the winds were getting bad.

I stepped out on the porch.  Huddled against the wall of the house lay a beautiful German Shepherd.  She came over to me the minute she saw me and nudged my hand with her cold nose.

"She was standing in the middle of an old gravel road," my son said.  "Mom, there wasn't any houses around.  I took a shortcut coming home from work, and she was standing in the middle of the road.   When I opened my truck door, she hopped inside with me.  I didn't know what to do with her, so I brought her home."

I knew my Corgi, Bob, and Ladybug my border collie may not take to the new dog very well.  But I told my son we'd make a bed for her on the porch for the night.

I figured by morning she may jump the fence and be gone, but when I opened the door, she was still there. That is how Sissy became part of my life for a little while and part of my son's life for a long time.

She was named Sissy because she barks at everything.  If a leaf falls, she barks at it.  If an airplane goes overhead, she raises her head to the sky and barks.  My son thought "Sissy" was appropriate.

Within two weeks my son moved into his own place and Sissy went with him.  She had three acres to roam on and she stayed close to the house always.  She was older, and I took her to be about 7 or 8 years old from the gray hair around her nose and mouth.

Soon Sissy had a "brother" when "Ace" became part of my son's life.  Then another addition came when a new German Shepherd named Stewie joined the household.  My son married and his new bride accepted all his pets.  She works for a veterinarian and soon she added to the family with two cats.  One is gray, named Zeus, and the other is white and golden brown named Tripod, TP for short.  TP got his name when a woman rushed into the vets one day and said, "Put this cat to sleep, its leg is shot," and out the door she went.  The vet operated on the cat and said he could have a full life with three legs.  When he healed, he was brought home to join the rest of my son's family.  TP does fine with his three legs still today.

But something began to happen to Sissy.  She began to lose weight and she wasn't barking as much as she usually did.  Off to the vet's she went with my daughter-in-law. 

I got the call that afternoon from a frantic daughter-in-law telling me that Sissy had heartworm.  The heartworm medicine she was taking was not doing anything as she had heartworm when my son brought her home.  Even with the discount the vet gave my daughter-in-law, it was still $450.00, money my son did not have.  We knew Sissy didn't have much of a chance after the tests proved how bad the heartworm was.

I called the vet behind my son's back and told him to set it up to start treatment on Sissy the next day and to tell my daughter-in-law to bring Sissy to work with her.   I told him I'd be in with the money the next day.  He said ok. Sissy had to go through a few treatments.  Luckily, she took them very well for her age as bad as the heartworm was. She survived and at her last test recently, she is clear of all the heartworms.

Yesterday I opened my door and Sissy was lying on the ground next to my fence.  I opened the gate and she came up to me and licked my hand.  I hugged her and told her I was so glad all the treatments were done and that she was ok. My reward for my words were a big tongue which licked me in the face and golden eyes that I was sure said, "Thank you for saving my life."

I think God directed my son to take the shortcut that night on that lonely old road.  I think He knew my son would bring Sissy home and that she would be living in a good home with people who love animals.

Sharon Bryant

1946@bellsouth.net

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Poetry Corner

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 Remembering Passover
Cynthia Groopman

As the radiant flames on the lighted candles
sprightly dance and majestically glow,
Heartfelt tribute and words of praise to God we must show.
For He freed us from the cruel land of bondage
and lifted us from the oppressive yolk of slavery,
As He showered upon us freedom and human dignity.
He created for us a Jewish faith
that is strong and of which we are so proud,
from generation to generation we share this wonderful story
of miracles rejoicing merrily as we read the Haggadah aloud.
Out of Egypt's land, we did flee,
With no time to bake leavened bread
And to commemorate this liberation,
for 8 days we eat matzos instead.
Oh, dear God, with cheerful hearts sprightly dancing
and basking in freedom's golden light,
We shall forever treasure Passover
and remember it on each Seder night.


Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net

Copyright ©2004 Cynthia Groopman

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 Some Thoughts About Blindness
Cynthia Groopman

Although there are many people who are unable to see,
Nevertheless, there must be accorded full respect and human dignity.
Just because a person is blind
Doesn't mean to be incapable and to possess an inferior mind.
They read, travel and write in a different way,
But they live productive lives and are busy throughout the day.
They just do not sit in a corner and sulk or mope,
But on the contrary, they laugh, have hobbies and successfully cope.
When you see a blind person walking by,
Please do not ignore him, and warmly greet him saying "Hi."
Blindness does not mean the lack of insight
And please to him do not show fear and fright.
For he possesses inner vision
And has depth and reasoning ability to make a wise decision.
So, let him join in your conversations and have fun when you chat,
for he's aware of his surrounding, oriented and knows where he's at.
A blind one is worthy and an esteemed member of the human race,
so when you associate with him, show he belongs
by giving him a welcoming verbal embrace.


Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net
Copyright ©2004 Cynthia Groopman

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In Appreciation Of A Red Rose
Cynthia Groopman

Oh, dearest red rose,
with a sweet fragrant gift of majestic splendor,
a softness of exotic perfume permeates the mild springtime air.
Tenderly, I touch a smiling silky petal,
which soothes the winter weary heart
with the healing ointment of eternal love and renewal,
crowning my soul with mirthful zest.
Dear red rose, an air of elegance greets me in the early morning light
dancing are my eyes with a dazzling twinkle,
with joy and brightness like the little singing stars.
For dear red rose,
as you enrich my life, I feel an eternal caress of Divine love.


Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net
Copyright ©2004 Cynthia Groopman

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