Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

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September 13, 2007

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Today’s Announcements

Happy birthday wishes and kisses go out to our very talented poet, Mary Dees.  Here is where you can send her card:   marlena7694@yahoo.com

Happy Anniversary greeting for Bob Johnston of Starfish:

b-kjohnston@comcast.net

Hello you all: I need your prayers for the success of my new role as Coordinator and Producer of a Catholic radio show.  Last year, I joined Catholic's Writers Guild and we got a 15 mins spot to be air at Relevant Radio. I am excited about this new role of leadership that the Lord led me.
 
I know the challenges will be plenty since I live six hours ahead of the rest of my USA team.  I have faith that my show will be a success but need prayers for guidance and good judgment when choosing the topics and the layout of the show. Yeap, I have to do it all from scratch.
 
I thank you for your prayers and words of encouragement as I continue to expand my wings for His kingdom. Amen

From the distance, yours in Christ Jesus

Tannia E. Ortiz-Lop?s

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

http://www.myspace.com/tanniaortizlopes

http://timewithtannia.tripod.com/ 

Today’s Stories

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Subject: What Is Faith?
What Is Faith?
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com

What is faith? l We can apply  faith to many different things. I was thinking more about what is written in the Bible. There are so many stories in the Bible about pure faith, and what comes from faith, or total belief in what God can do.

We read that David had total faith in a couple things. The important one was his total faith in God. He was a young lad, but he trusted that God would be with him and see him through the rough times. The day he went up against that over sized loud mouth named Goliath, he had faith in God. It was God's battle, he was the tool. He knew God had been
with him in his battles guarding the sheep, why would God not be with him now? This loud mouth that stood up cursing the living God, this loud mouth with his armor, would be no match for the living God.

David was a tool, with faith in the living God. David picked up the stones, five of them as he ran to do battle. David had no armor; that is armor in way of shield, or weapons. The only thing he had was the armor of God, plus a sling shot, and five stones. He had faith in two things, God was the main one, but he also had faith in the sling shot. He knew what he could do with the sling shot, but his faith was that God would deliver the stone in the right place to bring this loud mouth down to his size.

David was the tool, with God on his side, who could be against him? With one stone, he caused the loud mouth to fall on his face before the living God. It was not David as much as it was his faith in the living God. The loud mouth called on his dead gods, but dead gods hear not.

We read of Jesus walking on water. Peter had faith for a few steps, but he lost his faith, and started to sink. Have you had faith, and slipped for a minute? David never lost sight of the fact, God was with him every step toward  Goliath.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5
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 Tourists

Ina Townsend Young

The tourists in our neighborhood are really easy to pick out.  If we’re walking or biking down the pier, someone is bound to ask us for the name of a nice restaurant or to identify a fish they’ve caught.  Yes, the tourists fish from the pier.  Besides not knowing that they’ve caught a sheephead (translates to ‘garbage fish’), they’re dressed in their yuppie-wear with kids in tow and the price tag still visible on their bait bucket.  We’re easily identified as locals because we’re taking our sojourn on the pier in our yard work clothes, without make-up and wearing beat-up straw hats.

At the restaurant next door to the inn, the tourists will sit on the river’s edge in all their touristy-finery and point out all of the pleasure boats coming down the river; pointedly ignoring the slag heaps or the Giant Tit just on the other shore.  

The group of tourists I enjoy the most are those that come from the beautiful, Victorian bed and breakfast just down the street.  We call this group the B&Bers.  Each day in the summer provides me with a new study in the human condition. 

Identified initially by the fact that they’re unfamiliar faces in Mayberry, I was quick to learn that this species also share many similar traits.  Let’s discuss the aforementioned yuppie-wear.  The men in Dockers or Dockers shorts with crisply ironed, buttoned down shirts walk hand-in-hand with women in sundresses and oftentimes high heel sandals on their way to the beach.  They stroll down the middle of the street, foregoing the sidewalks as if it were a rural area, pointing out the landscaping of some of the homes with much oohing and aahing.  Families will carry their already inflated rubber water toys, heading to the beach regardless of what the skies look like.  It’s not unusual to see them hustling back at breakneck speed when the skies open up over Lake Erie.  They just had to give that beach a shot, though.  After all, they’re on vacation.

Romance seems to be the usual order of the day at the B&B, as most of the tourists are of the hand-holding variety.  One couple sticks out in my mind, however.  I saw them for the first time last year; an aging hippie male with a gray ponytail, dressed in the mandatory Dockers and carrying a sketchpad.  She had beautiful red hair and wore the perfunctory sundress.  An hour or so later, they strolled by the house again, in the middle of the street of course.  They not only held hands, they seemed conjoined in their closeness.  Ah, love was definitely in the air.

I saw them again last week; recognizable by the gray ponytail, sketchpad and beautiful red hair only.  This appeared to be an attempt to recapture whatever fueled their harmony last year, but their familiarity with the area and each other shone through above all else.   They were both dressed down to jean shorts and t-shirts.  They used the sidewalk and he walked a good fifteen paces in front of her.  No hand holding, slow strolling or ogling this year.  Twenty minutes later, they made their return trip down the street using the same formation.  I wanted badly to yell out “Hey jackass!  Slow down and take her hand!  No wonder she’s sick of you!” but managed to hold my tongue.

It’s wet and gray out today, so I’m sure I’ll get the treat of at least one soaked-to-the-bones duo, enjoying the act of making memories while walking together in the rain.  After all, nothing can stop you when you’re on vacation.

Ina Townsend Young

mimisuzy127@yahoo.com

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Poetry Corner

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More Haikus From Tanja Cilia

tanjachilja@hotmail.com

 Blanket of distrust
See my eyes and hear my soul
Would I ever lie?

Butterfly has gone
His soul melded into clouds
I yearn for him still

Can you hear my tears?
Can you feel my broken heart?
Or taste my sorrow?

Closer to the brink
My horizon's within reach
I'm living on edge

Fire in the sky
Making shadows sweep and swerve
In my subconscious

Flowers do not last
In the windows of my mind
Their scent lingers

Frozen in my heart
Enough tears to make a sea
Their salt stings my eyes

Here I am standing
between a rock and the sea;
Will I climb or swim?

I wanted no more
Than to be left all alone
With Sorrow and Pain

Infinity tempts my soul
Eternity does not last
Empty space beckons

Mist all around me
Bleakness meets my unshed tears
Time cannot heal me

Monochrome vistas
Memories will fade so fast
Unless they're renewed

Pencil writes my thoughts
The eraser tries its best
To make me forget

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Readers Feedback

Carol,
    Thanks for running my article about my Mom and her fellow butterfly riders today.  You
are the best.  I especially enjoyed being included with Sharon's hilarious story.  I am glad
she shared it with us all.  Wishing you every joy, Joe

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