I pray that you had a wonderful "God-Filled" weekend, great Church services yesterday and are looking forward to a wonderful week ahead. We had two great messages from The Lord yesterday. Bro Loy has been preaching on "The Miracles Of Christ" he entitled this series of messages "Christ Doing Good" yesterday was the eighth in the series. WOW! It is so great to be able to study and hear about the things that "Christ" did, while HE walked here on earth, but you know what is even more great? To know that HE is STILL doing those miracles today, 2000 years later. Oh you won’t see anything in the Headlines of the paper, or on the television about the miracles of today, at least not very often, but they happen every day. It seems like those who give us the news, only want to tell us about all the BAD things that happen today and not the good. I guess we can’t control that, but I, for one, am patiently waiting for my "Lord and Master" to return and "gather HIS children and take us Home. Although it won’t matter to me any more, I would venture to say that the Headlines will have a vastly different slant to them, when that happens. If they are still able to have headlines.
Well, I kinda went off on a Tangent there didn’t I ? But I guess that’s OK, I do have that right, don’t I ? :O)
Ya’ll please remember those on our Prayer Lists, each other, the military and please remember Crystal and Crystal, yes two of them, they both need our prayers greatly.
Love ya and may God bless each of you in the way that only HE knows you need to be blessed.
Lord willing, I’ll see you next time.
PS: Heres a message I recieved from my cousin Debbie concerning "Liz" whom she has been caring for and we have been praying for.
A quick memory-check:
Long ago and far away, In a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan Or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, And they were you and me, Long ago and far away In the Land That Made Me Me.
Oh, there was truth and goodness In that land where we were born, Where navels were for oranges, And Peyton Place was porn.
For Ike was in the White House, And Hoss was on TV, And God was in his heaven In the Land That Made Me Me
We learned to gut a muffler, We washed our hair at dawn, We spread our crinolines to dry In circles on the lawn.
And they could hear us coming All the way to Tennessee, All starched and sprayed and rumbling in the Land That Made Me Me.
We longed for love and romance, And waited for the prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz, And no one’s seen him since.
We danced to "Little Darlin’", And Sang to "Stagger Lee" And cried for Buddy Holly In the Land That Made Me Me.
Only girls wore earrings then, And three was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, Except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams Did we expect to see A boy named George with Lipstick In the Land That Made Me Me.
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, They never made it twice.
We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, Or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty In the Land That Made Me Me.
Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, And Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat Whose co-star was a chimp.
We had a Mr Wizard, But not a Mr T, And Oprah couldn’t talk yet In the Land That Made Me Me.
We had our share of heroes, We never thought they’d go, At least not Bobby Darin, Or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, And life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever, In the Land That Made Me Me.
We’d never seen the rock band That was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson, And Zeppelins weren’t Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, And Monkees in a tree, Madonna was a virgin In the Land That Made Me Me.
We’d never heard of Microwaves, Or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, But they weren’t grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, And "gay" meant fancy-free, And dorms were never coed In the Land That Made Me Me.
We hadn’t seen enough of jets To talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at The bottom of the bag.
And Hardware was a box of nails, And bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction In the Land That Made Me Me.
Buicks came with portholes, And side show came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough To cover both your cheeks.
And Coke came just in bottles, And skirts came to the knee, And Castro came to power In the Land That Made Me Me.
We had no Crest with Fluoride, We had no Hill Street Blues, We all wore superstructure bras Designed by Howard Hughes.
We had no patterned pantyhose Or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for condoms In the Land That Made Me Me.
There were no golden arches, No Perriers to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, And cats were not called Bill.
And middle-aged was thirty-five And old was forty-three, And ancient was our parents In the Land That Made Me Me.
But all things have a season, Or so we’ve heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline We swear by Retin-A.
And they send us invitations To join AARP, We’ve come a long way, baby, From the Land That Made Me Me.
So now we face a brave new world In slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they’re using Smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be, Long ago and far away In the Land That Made Me Me.
(author unknown) GB
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