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Thursday, 28 April 2011

A NOTE TO GOD from Khiara

 A Short prayer note that my 11 year old daughter wrote for God concerning her 3 Thai friends. Be blessed as you read along and may we have this kind of LOVE and CARE as well as PRAYER as this young girl have.



These are Khiara's Thai friends ANN and BEN, these are just the two of the three girls that she prayed for on her note.

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

THE BARBER


A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine loving a God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and un-kept. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens is, people don't go to Him."

Friday, 8 April 2011

Three Trees


Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with Intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter"... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true.

One of the Woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts.

Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

Keep this moving... share it with others, so it could inspire more people on His way.

Sometimes the heart sees what the eyes can't.

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Quake, Tsunami and Bicycle


 "The earth trembled," whispered the eighty year old Mrs. Kuniko
Watanabe with a hoarse voice, "It was so horrific that in my entire life time I had not come across such a terrifying earthquake."

Dipping the spoon into the soup bowl, she drank it carefully so as not to spill, as her hands shook violently. Ocean Plaza gymnasium was the evacuation center which is the biggest shelter at the coastal city of Rikuzentakate at Iwate and was crammed with over six hundred people. Kuniko was able to locate herself in a corner of a corridor and had made walls from cardboard boxes, and her neighbor had marked her territory with layers of blankets and futons.

It's a remarkably useful instantaneous community that was well organized. Queues for food were meticulously followed and people were careful about taking out their shoes off before stepping on cardboard as they are before entering a home.

Taken to the makeshift clinic which was put up in the former training room Mrs. Kuniko Watanabe trembled because her feet was wet and of the extreme cold. Nurse Tayo Kitamura checked her pulse, blood pressure and for any external signs of injury.

"You are the only one without an injury," Tayo commented patting her on her back, as she made her way to the pharmacy through the weightlifting equipment and exercise bikes, which have been pushed into one corner.

"And blood pressure is normal," continued Tayo, with a smile.

"Keeping myself fit," said Mrs. Kuniko Watanabe, "It's an obsession for me."

Tayo looked at her, and saw a fine physique inside the loose fitting clothes and observed, "So you are a fitness freak."

"Yes," replied Kuniko excitedly, "I do all the house work myself. I am eighty and will be celebrating my eighty first birthday this coming July. I cycle a lot. "

"Cycling?"

"My father's favorite."

"Who brought you here?"

"I came alone, cycling, as soon as I heard the tsunami siren."

"All the way?"

"As I told you, I cycle a lot," said Mrs. Kuniko proudly, "I cycled hard all the way, without looking back, just like Lot's family."

"Lot's family?" asked Tayo with a frown.

"As in the Bible."

"You, a Christian?"

"No, but my neighbor is," said Mrs. Kuniko, "She every time tells me that I should be like Lot, and not be like his wife, who looked back."

"I don't understand."

"Lot is Abraham's brother," said Mrs. Kuniko, "And he was warned by God to escape to the hills first thing in the morning with his wife and two daughters, because He said He is going to destroy their city of Sodom. The plan was to cross over the large mountainous range quickly to escape from the burning sulfur which was to rain on that sinful city. God warned them not to look back. But his wife who was way behind them, kept on turning back to look at the city she loved. That delay made her to lay exposed to the burning sulfur long enough to burn her to a pillar of salt."

Catching her breath, Kuniko continued. "Like lot, I cycled hard as soon as I heard the tsunami siren. I never looked back. Otherwise seeing the thirty feet high wave rushing up towards me, I would have lost valuable time. Or maybe I wouldn't have had the courage to cycle that hard."

"All this, you believe?"

"It's not the question of belief. It's the question of not looking back, when a devastating force is at work. When you look back, you slow down and loose valuable time and that's enough for the burning sulfur to turn you to a pillar of salt or a tsunami to drown you."

Tayo fascinated waited patiently for her complete the story, as this was the first time that she had the opportunity to hear someone talk about an anecdote from the Bible.

"But where is your neighbor? Did she tell all this to you?" asked Tayo.

"She had gone to Christchurch last month to be with her niece, as soon as that city, suffered a quake. We both used to watch lots of Christian DVD's and CD's, and that's how I knew about the Bible and Lot. The story fascinated me."

"You have completed your soup?" asked Tayo.

"I am now looking forward to having my vegetables."

Hearing it Nurse Tayo smiled as said, "No looking back."

"No looking back," replied Kuniko with a wide smile.

Victor Jasti lives in India and is passionate about writing short stories based on the Bible and real incidents. He also writes Christian fiction and poetry. Five of his poems were published in Temporal Currents compiled by an American author, Ms. Christine Tricarico. 


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 Article Source: FaithWriters.com http://www.faithwriters.com and FaithReaders.com http://www.faithreaders.com 

Friday, 25 March 2011

FIND US FAITHFUL (Steve Green)


"...MAY ALL WHO COME BEHIND US FIND US FAITHFUL". 
May the message of this song touch your HEART and SOUL and find yourself FAITHFUL in serving HIM.

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Young Faith


Author Unknown
Submitted by Richard

One cold evening during the holiday season a little boy about six or seven years old was standing out in front of a store window. The little child had no shoes and his clothes were mere rags. A young woman passing by saw the little boy and could read the longing in his pale blue eyes. She took the child by the hand and led him into the store. There she bought him some new shoes and a complete suit of warm clothing.
They came back outside into the street and the woman said to the child, “Now you can go back home and have a very happy holiday.”
The little boy looked up at her and asked, “Are you God Ma’am?”
She smiled down at him and replied, “No son, I am just one of His children.”
The little boy then said, “I KNEW you had to be of some relation.”


 A BRIGHTER DAY
by: YOUNG FAITH

Friday, 18 March 2011

His Mysterious Ways by Bob Robison




Jobs were hard to find in New York City in 1930. Just 19, I was fresh off the boat from Sweden and didnt speak any English.
When I'd boarded the train in my hometown of Karlskrona, Sweden, a woman next to me had asked, Where are you going?
America, I said. To make a new start.
My cousin Lars works in New York City, she informed me. At the Steinway piano factory. Look him up when you get there. She wrote on a piece of paper, handed it to me and said, God be with you.
It was a sweltering New York day when I set out in search of the factory. I had no idea where it was. I wandered the city for hours, showing people that scrap of paper, which bore four words: Lars Olsen-Steinway Piano. Nobody was able to help me.
I was disappointed, and so tired. When I saw a parked car I opened the door and slid into the front seat. Where I was from anyone could rest in someone elses wagon or cart. I hoped the same was true here.
I soon fell asleep, but was jolted awake by the blast of a whistle. Workmen streamed out of a nearby building. One of the yelled at me, in English. What is he so upset about? I answered instinctively in Swedish that I was sorry. Amazingly, he responded in Swedish, What are you doing in my car? I explained, then showed him that piece of paper. The man smiled. He said the whistle I had heard announced the end of the workday at Steinway & Sons. Then he walked me around the corner and introduced me to someone who got me a job as a painter.
By now youve probably guessed. The man who owned the car was Lars Olsen.

Author, A. Samuel Mattson, Cheshire, Connecticut
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