Thought for the day...

Forbidden fruits create many jams.

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

God grades on the cross, not the curve.

God loves everyone, but probably prefers 'fruit of the spirit' over a 'religious nut!'

 

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.

He who angers you, controls you!

If God is your Co-pilot - swap seats!

Prayer: Don't give God instructions -- just report for duty!

 

The task ahead of us is never as great as the Power behind us.

The Will of God never takes you to where the Grace of God will not protect you.

We don't change the message, the message changes us.

You can tell how big a person is by what it takes to discourage him.

The best mathematical equation I have ever seen: 1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.

 

In the 1870’s a Bishop who had charge of a small denominational college made his annual visit and stayed with the President. The Bishop boasted a firm belief that everything that could be invented had been invented. The college President thought otherwise. “In 50 years,” he said, “Men will learn how to fly like the birds.” The Bishop, shocked, replied, “Flight is reserved for angels and you have been guilty of blasphemy!”


The name of this Bishop was Milton Wright. Back home, he had two small sons. Their names were Orville and Wilbur. New York Times Reader’s Digest, January, 1957

 

'The most terrifying words in the English language are: I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'- Ronald Reagan

'Government is like a baby: An alimentary canal with a big appetite at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.'

'If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under.'- Ronald Reagan

 

There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace. If one has cut, split, hauled, and piled his own good oak, and let his mind work the while, he will remember much about where the heat comes from, and with a wealth of detail denied to those who spend the week end in town astride a radiator. Aldo Leopold


Just think, in two more days, tomorrow will be yesterday.


Dyslexics have more nuf.

 

I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food.

Don’t sweat petty things and don’t pet sweaty things either.

Corduroy pillows are making headlines.

 

You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:

1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.

2. An old friend who once saved your life.

3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.

Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car? Think before you continue reading.


This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.

You won't believe this.....................

The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.'

Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.

Never forget to 'Think Outside of the Box.'

 

"Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes,
And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes
The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills,
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills:—
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass:
Environment is but his looking-glass."

 

Some not so fond memories. Yes, I remember those days and the outhouse didn't go away until I was around age 11 or 12. What a wonderful day that was. We even got running water in the house then! No more carrying buckets of water several times daily.

As far back as childhood
And memory may go,
One household vessel greets me
That wasn’t meant for show.

Beneath the bed ’twas anchored,
Where only few could see,
But served the entire family
With equal privacy.

Some called the critter “Peggy”
And some the “thunder mug”
And others called it Badger.
A few called it the jug.

To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt,
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out.

Our big one was enormous
And would accommodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight.

When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On winter’s icy mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn.

At times when things were rushing
And business extra good,
Each took his turn awaiting,
Or did the best he could.

Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame,
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly lost our aim.

The special one for company
Was decorated well,
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell.

Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot,
And only in my vision
I see that homely font.