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Cardinals In The Snow

 

 

 

 

The Groundhog Was Right!

Our backyard this morning -

The Patience Of Job - Graphic

I received this in an email several years ago. I do not have the artist's name in order to attribute it to him or her. If anyone knows leave me a comment and i will post it here. Thanks.

Beattitudes For The Handicapped

~ Blessed are those who take time to listen to the defective speech, for
you
help us to know that if we persevere we can be understood.
~ Blessed are those who walk with us in public places and ignore the stares
of strangers for in your companionship we find havens of relaxation.
~ Blessed are those who never bid us "hurry up" and more blessed are you
that do not snatch out tasks from our hands to do them for us, for often we
need time rather than help.
~ Blessed are those who stand beside us as we enter new ventures, for our
failures will be Outweighed by the times we surprise ourselves and you.
~ Blessed are those that ask for our help, for our greatest need is to be
needed.
~ Blessed are those when by all these things you assure us that the thing
that makes us individuals is not out peculiar muscles, nor our wounded
nervous systems, but it is the God-given self that no infirmity can
confine.
~ Blessed are those who realize that we are human and don't expect us to be
saintly just because we have a disability.
~ Blessed are those that pick things up without being asked.
~ Blessed are those who understand that sometimes I am weak and not just
lazy.
~ Blessed are those who forget the disability of my body and see the shape
of my soul.
~ Blessed are those who see me as a whole person, unique and complete and
not as one of God's mistakes.
~ Blessed are those who love me just as I am without wondering what I would
ve been like.
~ Blessed are my friends upon whom I depend, for they are the substance and
joy of my life!
By Majorie Chappell

Some Assembly Required Cartoon

Politically Correct Nonsense at Fort Hood

Pop Up Video

Thank God for this News Anchor in Savannah!

Christmas Goes On

Beverly and I are spending the night with Mom and Pam this evening. Snow is graded up to eight to ten feet high here in Duncan. They got hammered! Our Christmas got re-arranged because of so many who couldn't travel this week. We are going to try for another late Christmas get together for next weekend.

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White Christmas Eve Edmond, Oklahoma

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Location:Glenrock,Edmond,United States

I wished I had been in Bethlehem

http://www.macon.com/203/story/961311.html

I wish I had been there. In Bethlehem. I wish I had witnessed the birth of the baby Jesus in that humble setting in a lowly manger.

Was it really as cold that night as it is sometimes depicted on our Christmas cards or was it a cool and comfortable evening as it is predicted to be this year in Bethlehem?

I wish I could have seen firsthand Mary's face as she looked lovingly at her new baby and that I could have asked her if she knew how much her life was going to change.

Did she really understand what God had wrought? And Joseph. Poor simple Joseph. What must have been going through his mind? He was in Bethlehem only because he was required to register for the census as decreed by Caesar Augustus.

I wish I could have talked to both Mary and Joseph and see what they had to say about that night.

I wish I could have seen the star that guided the people to the manger. Like everyone else that evening, I am sure I would have been stupefied and afraid, even though angels said not to be. I think even hearing from the angels would have scared me. God's power is awesome and he showed it that night.

I wish I could have observed the shepherds as they came pouring into Bethlehem and headed for the manger to see for themselves what the angels had proclaimed to them in the hills where they were tending their flocks.

What did this rough-hewn bunch think when they saw that little baby? The Bible says they went back and told others what they had seen. I wish I could have heard what they said about what they had seen. Shepherding was probably never the same for them after that night.

I wish I could have been there when the Magi arrived. That must have been quite an event in Bethlehem when these three kings from the East appeared to pay homage to the little baby and to present him with gifts of gold and myrrh and frankincense.

Why those three particular gifts? I am sure the gold had some practical application and frankincense probably helped sweeten the air around the stables, but myrrh? Did anyone see the irony in the fact that myrrh would be one of the spices that would be offered to Jesus at his crucifixion to dull the pain of the nails and the crown of thorns and later would be used to prepare his body for burial? Was this a sign of things to come? God's ways are mysterious.

I wish I could have talked to the other people in Bethlehem who were there to register for the census along with Mary and Joseph and try to explain to them that a child had been born in their midst that would forever change history.

I am not sure they would have believed me if I could have gotten them to listen. Anyway, they probably had no interest in what was going on in town. They just wanted to get out of Bethlehem and back home so that they could get on with their lives.

I wish I could figure out what has happened to us Christians since that fateful night in Bethlehem 2,000 years ago. Where is our awe? Where is our reverence? Where is our wonderment?

Why have we allowed the birth of our Savior to morph into cocktail parties, Black Fridays, Santa Claus and gaudy light displays?

Why did we permit this sacred event to be highjacked by retailers who make money off of our holy day, but don't allow the term "Merry Christmas" to be uttered, printed or acknowledged lest they offend someone? And we go along with it as though it doesn't matter? Shame on us.

This is why I wish I had been there. I wish we all had been there. In Bethlehem. With Mary and Joseph and the babe. With the shepherds. With the angels. With the Magi. Maybe if we had seen these things for ourselves, then we would understand how special Christmas really is.

You can reach Dick Yarbrough at yarb2400@bellsouth.net or P.O. Box 725373, Atlanta, GA 31139.

Silent Monks Sing Hallelujah

Newt Gingrich - Victory or Death!

One Of These Days

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Grandkids Singing Happy Birthday Jesus For Christmas

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Did You Know!

During the Renaissance, artists' guilds adopted as their patron saint the author of the third gospel, and a 16th-century painting academy in Rome was even named after him. Why? According to an early tradition, Luke was not only a physician but also a painter. One legend held the wife of Emperor Theodosius II brought back from the Holy Land a portrait of the Virgin Mary painted from life by Luke himself.