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A collection of the "nice" Email messages forwarded by family and friends.

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  • Friday, March 11, 2005

    THE POWER OF PRAYER

    After starting a new diet, I altered my drive to work to avoid passing my favorite bakery.

    I accidentally drove by the bakery this morning and there in the window was a host of goodies. I felt this was no accident, so I prayed, "Lord, it's up to you... if you want me to have any of those delicious goodies, create a parking place for me directly in front of the bakery."

    And sure enough, He answered my prayer...on the eighth time round the block, there it was!

    Thursday, March 10, 2005

    God Forgive Me When I Whine

    Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair. and wished I was as
    fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle.
    She had one leg and wore a crutch. But as she passed, she gave a smile.
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have 2 legs, the world is mine.

    I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm. I talked
    with him, he seemed so glad. If I were late, it'd do no harm. And as I
    left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so kind. It's nice to talk
    with folks like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind."
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.

    Later while walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue. He
    stood and watched the others play. He did not know what to do. I stopped
    a moment and then I said, "Why don't you join the others, dear?" He
    looked ahead without a word. And then I knew, he couldn't hear.
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have 2 ears, the world is mine.

    With feet to take me where I'd go. With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
    With ears to hear what I'd know.
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
    I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.

    Tuesday, March 08, 2005

    Heaven - Who's There?

    I was shocked, confused, bewildered
    as I entered Heaven's door,
    Not by the beauty of it all,
    by the lights or its decor.
    But it was the folks in Heaven
    who made me sputter and gasp--
    the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
    the alcoholics, the trash.
    There stood the kid from seventh grade
    who swiped my lunch money twice.
    Next to him was my old neighbor
    who never said anything nice.
    Herb, who I always thought
    was rotting away in hell,
    was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
    looking incredibly well.
    I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
    I would love to hear Your take.
    How'd all these sinners get up here?
    God must've made a mistake.
    And why's everyone so quiet,
    so somber? Give me a clue."
    "Hush, child," said He "They're all in shock.
    No one thought they'd see you."
    Judge NOT.