tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16948088033730864582024-03-21T14:30:43.390-07:00Inspirational snippetsShort inspirational stories, themes and snippetsMy profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-71905757127887751682010-09-14T00:35:00.000-07:002010-09-14T00:35:24.379-07:00Just five more minutes, all I ask is five more minutes of a life that is forever lost<div style="text-align: justify;">While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3IK49MuDJP5i1EpQihAMELqdC2iBTl3asAxQAymoTvgtsqaRf2ayiEuSDVyg3LzspPvjqDcH8mddvj2e_usAbTrqIe3SQKcRkIbAQ58DezAAZrRld_xBuM98e5RNqH6uLwLgqEvNSHM/s1600/robot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3IK49MuDJP5i1EpQihAMELqdC2iBTl3asAxQAymoTvgtsqaRf2ayiEuSDVyg3LzspPvjqDcH8mddvj2e_usAbTrqIe3SQKcRkIbAQ58DezAAZrRld_xBuM98e5RNqH6uLwLgqEvNSHM/s200/robot.jpg" width="200" /></a>Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The man smiled and said, “OK.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities? But the greatest priority of all would be to make room for God in your schedule, before your precious hourglass runs out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-16815410945287853982010-09-09T01:32:00.000-07:002010-09-09T05:22:33.963-07:00Life and how we respond to it is part of God's unique plan for our lives<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWUvoV0WOTmkac6WzUF25Mge5ocYVgHJ5Nf_9Jprf7xN9iBMiWRxxNYvuqHEzDVVDYCsFvQIvVn0LKCY_GPmz5pMy8r3Qe87FTVG01NHZ6QEbhyERhssnBrAzb2UOQEBm1FFrfqFhEV4/s1600/long+and+winding+road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWUvoV0WOTmkac6WzUF25Mge5ocYVgHJ5Nf_9Jprf7xN9iBMiWRxxNYvuqHEzDVVDYCsFvQIvVn0LKCY_GPmz5pMy8r3Qe87FTVG01NHZ6QEbhyERhssnBrAzb2UOQEBm1FFrfqFhEV4/s200/long+and+winding+road.jpg" width="200" /></a>An FB friend, Gail Hansmeyer, shared the following, poignant ideas: </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><hr /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">"I was driving to an important appointment, but had a physio appointment that went on till after 08h00. Knowing it would take two hours to get to my next appointment at 10h00, I prayed that God would open the road ahead and give me favour to get there on time. The road I had to use had one lane in each direction, which opened up to two lanes at times. Heavy vehicles reduced traffic to a crawl, but every time I came up behind a truck the road split into two. I did not even have to slow down, and I arrived at my destination on time. It was just like the Red Sea crossing miracle!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"My colleague had to do the same trip on the same road a few days later. She prayed the same prayer I had prayed, sayng, "Lord you did for Gail; please do so for me too. Unfortunately, her experience was quite different. Every time she got behind a truck, the road was in the single-lane phase, offering no double-lane relief. Needless to say she was upset - it seemed so unfair!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a name='more'></a>"Then the Lord revealed that every time she came up behind a truck, there was a dotted line, which allowed her to overtake. Unfortunately she had a real fear of overtaking, especially truck, but The Lord was asking her to step out and trust Him. Through the process she addressed and conquered a few giants, because to God it was not trucks that were blocking her progress, but the giants of fear and doubt."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><hr /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So for both women, it was the exact same road, but a very different journey, experienced by different people at different times, to teach very different lessons."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><hr /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I personally faced two parallel crisis in the past, both very painful. But my response to the first was agonising and distracting, very confusing. My second response was typical of the Kubler-Ross cycle, with episodes of denial, withdrawal, anger, grief, surrender and recovery. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Never try to convince yourself or others that there is one right way to approach life and its crises. It is a unique journey for each of us. Let God work it out. Stop being so hard on yourself and never assume you are the only one who feels as down you do about whatever it is you are going through. Also filter the many well-meaning suggestions that people throw at you and rather walk with God until He interprets your crises and confronts your personal giants ... because that is what He does. By all means be accountable to mature spiritual leaders, but they can only support you in what God alone has started and will finish.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ <a href="http://www.4u2live.net/">http://www.4u2live.net/</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image source: <a href="http://www.usefilm.com/images/2/5/1/5/2515/643928-medium.jpg">http://www.usefilm.com/images/2/5/1/5/2515/643928-medium.jpg</a></span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-73841467609668601722010-09-06T03:17:00.000-07:002010-09-06T03:17:38.599-07:00Win the battle in the air and you will experience victory on the ground<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-_aojLpy7NU43K-uCstispqWalcp9prm6k-AKqxvT5oiYRYYHuHb4bUL9_GG3c3KbmpJrUyxIcn1GWB6I-4iaxro7SS1Mq9IjX-8UKoBawLxiSTHSiNaqYxVgB-PYogSSWyFVorbHR4/s1600/battle+of+britain.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-_aojLpy7NU43K-uCstispqWalcp9prm6k-AKqxvT5oiYRYYHuHb4bUL9_GG3c3KbmpJrUyxIcn1GWB6I-4iaxro7SS1Mq9IjX-8UKoBawLxiSTHSiNaqYxVgB-PYogSSWyFVorbHR4/s200/battle+of+britain.png" width="198" /></a>The battlefields of the heart and mind need a strategic perspective just as human battlefields do.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">US military doctrine largely hinges on airpower. Ground wars are dangerous and technology can be countered by sheer numbers, as Napoleon and Hitler learnt in their wars against Russia. Technology can also breed over-dependence on a vulnerable resource.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, as happened in most post World War II US theatres of war, airpower has become the key to tilting the balance in favor of US ground forces. The plan has been well honed. During Desert Storm, General Norman Schwarzkopf used air-cover in the first waves, to neutralize missiles and other fixed artillery points. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most military forces have focused on building significant strike capabilities using manned and, more recently, unmanned aircraft. Stealth bombers like the B2 have enabled previously dangerous aerial targets to be engaged with relative impunity, whilst longer-range standoff weapons have enabled remote engagement from ships or aircraft operating outside the radius of fire.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The principle behind these strategies is to win the war in the air before trying to win it on the ground.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is a powerful spiritual principle here. So often we engage our spiritual enemy in hand-to-hand combat. We engage and fight daily issues using everyday ideas and weapons. Of course, as we all have found, that is exactly where the enemy wants to meet us, because he is well able to win a street fight. He also has nothing to lose, but you have everything to lose. He doesn’t care a hoot about hitting you every way he can and the Geneva convention means nothing to him. He will fight dirty and aim to kill wherever possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, we can tilt the balance in our favor by resorting to an aerial war. By that I imply spiritual warfare waged through prayer, fasting and intercession. It is there that we fight with God, as Joshua once did, to take out the strongholds that dominated the landscape of Judea. Joshua was very strategic in his approach. He picked his enemies and his timing, to break the resistance of the enemy and uproot strategic strong points.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most of our ground struggles relate to symptoms of deeper issues, pretexts that give the enemy advantage over us. Prayer and fasting helps to expose that so we can remove every pretext and upstage the enemy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Often we are more like a boxer beating the air, using strong language to rebuke and resist the enemy, yet making no headway. But Paul, in Ephesians 6, contends that the weapons of our warfare are for standing, not for offensive action. James concurs, saying, “Resist (not attack) the devil and in due course he will flee”.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">© Peter Eleazar at <a href="http://www.4u2live.net/">http://www.4u2live.net/</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image source: <a href="http://www.the-tap.blogspot.com/">http://www.the-tap.blogspot.com/</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-27793161870266177362010-08-30T02:05:00.000-07:002010-08-30T02:29:37.845-07:00Costly, priceless, precious beyond measure ... is the church of the Living God<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLdaJcjS2ItpOze7jAAmCNKRSC8sNLVaelAhXGiXk9V3UUl6qlS_DE2GtlvsgP3-pMdiFSWBe8LZYLAV5f0TxVgNU0AW_6RWEQuhqMQHeCIb1kmntTHtWaVUHbOjpYIvD4LVxQW7Us0I/s1600/a+rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLdaJcjS2ItpOze7jAAmCNKRSC8sNLVaelAhXGiXk9V3UUl6qlS_DE2GtlvsgP3-pMdiFSWBe8LZYLAV5f0TxVgNU0AW_6RWEQuhqMQHeCIb1kmntTHtWaVUHbOjpYIvD4LVxQW7Us0I/s200/a+rose.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In a previous post I described a picture of a rich man's son. What to all others was valueless, because it was the amateur workmanship of a friend, was priceless to the father. So priceless was the son, that the gardener who successfully bid for the auctioned picture, secured the rich man's vast estate. In a nutshell, the rich man's will had said, "whoever takes the son, gets everything else."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My friend Jerry Hobbs, triggered a deeper set of thoughts about this illustration, when he argued that to many believers, value or pricelessness relates to the financial cost of the Christian institution, its buildings and other assets. No I am not having a go at Catholicism, because materialism is widespread in Christendom. It blurs all perspective for unbelievers, but many believers have been equally beguiled by its power.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Not long ago I visited a church, sixty percent of whose members were struggling through financial difficulties, economic recession and worklessness. Yet the leadership still felt that a structure that cost millions, was more vital to the church than the practical needs of a struggling people. Such is the generosity of so many salt-of-the-earth believers, that donations flowed in anyway, but I am doubtful about the value so derived. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That brings the whole concept of price and value into focus. Price is the primary objective of bargainers, who thrive on the process of squeezing a better price out of a deal, but negotiators rarely deal in price - value is always the overriding objective. Value may include price considerations, but always exceeds mere price. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The price paid for our buildings and other awe-inspiring facilities, will never compare with the value that rests on a believer's life. That can never be measured in financial terms, because money cannot transcend death. Rather your priceless value is weighed against the price of the Son of God. God ascribes such value to you, because He paid the ultimate price to redeem you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">An indication of how greatly God values our lives, consider that the streets above are paved with the gold we so treasure here. He has used our most priceless commodity for paving, so we can grasp that beyond our our greatest treasures is a far-surpassing prize. God is quintessentially relational, delighting in relationships far beyond anything that humans value. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills for His material wealth is the sum of all He created, a creation He will one day fold up like a garment. But the relationships that emerge from that creation will be His eternally: it is His most treasured prize.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The early church was poor by every human measure, but their relationships and the workings of the body of Christ, were far more valuable than the institutions or objects devised by men. If God chooses to dwell amongst His people, yet will not be contained in buildings made by men - you do the math and tell me where the real value lies. Saints throughout history have paid a great price for their faith, but they were never driven by price or reward, but by a love that transcended life and death. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have often advised my sons that, whereas the currency of past ages was gold, spices, knowledge or manufactured products, the currency of this age is relationships. To put that statement in perspective, Phillip Kotler, the world's leading authority on marketing, said that future competition will not be between individuals or firms, but between networks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I put it to you that a time is coming and now is at hand, when relationships and the network of hearts that will ultimately define God's kingdom amongst men, will prove to be a practical instrument of survival and hope, far beyond anything that human models have ever achieved. Capitalism and Socialism were tried and foudn wanting, but a kingdom bound together by love is a seriously hard act to follow. It is priceless. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ </span><a href="http://www.4u2live.net/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">www.4u2live.net</span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image source: <a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/3103741735_fd45021cb0.jpg">http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/3103741735_fd45021cb0.jpg</a></span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-21978040634335834102010-08-23T00:21:00.000-07:002010-08-23T00:21:14.214-07:00The simple sketch of a priceless life, became the priceless heirloom of a simple soul<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WVKxc4LUhpkFNtaq2pI1UlcnnlfpWbr6e83hyphenhyphena_rvtn94_6gnmZaXLhko48vcQK8LPRV06DDiqfmUTVMb5m6NswItPk1vG8E-n4mkS0pTU5GgLt7aB0E-6TOn5k0AUTSXoimvK7UexI/s1600/living+amongst+the+dead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WVKxc4LUhpkFNtaq2pI1UlcnnlfpWbr6e83hyphenhyphena_rvtn94_6gnmZaXLhko48vcQK8LPRV06DDiqfmUTVMb5m6NswItPk1vG8E-n4mkS0pTU5GgLt7aB0E-6TOn5k0AUTSXoimvK7UexI/s200/living+amongst+the+dead.jpg" width="200" /></a>My friend Arnold de Wet, a gifted musician, launched his latest CD last night. It was a great moment, but one of the highlights for me was the poignant story that Arnold shared.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He told of a very wealthy art collector, who first lost his wife and then subsequently lost his only son to war. As he tried to reassemble his broken world, he received a visitor. Before him stood a young man who had known the rich man's son and had also done a pencilled sketch of the boy before he died. He showed the drawing to the father, who saw beyond the amateur drawing to the heart behind it. It moved him enough to take the picture and frame it as a personal and moving tribute to his beloved son.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Years later, the rich man died and his world class art collection was put up for auction. Buyers came from near and far to bid on the valuable collection, but just before they started, the auctioneer indicated that, according to the deceased's last wish, Lot 1 of the auction was to be the pencilled drawing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The erudite audience scoffed at the drawing, but decided to sit back and let it move so that the real bidding could start. Still the auctioneer insisted that Lot 1 had to go first and so proceeded with the bidding process, but he drew interest from only one bidder: the old gardener who had worked for the rich man. Suffice to say, the gardener won the bid and secured the drawing, for a mere pittance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then the auctioneer drew proceedings to a close, saying, "In terms of the will, whoever buys the son, gets its all". It meant that the gardener had effectively bought the entire estate for the price of one, unwanted picture of a dead man's long-dead son. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The message is clear. Holding out for everything else will never satisfy anyone, because we can take none of it with us to the grave - even JD Rockerfeller said, "If your only goal in life is to be successful, you will never achieve it". But he that has the son has life (Galatians 6:9) and God has given us all we need for life and godliness, in Christ. Truly, having accepted the son, we got everything and became heirs of God's kingdom.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-17105902852874080012010-08-19T04:38:00.000-07:002010-08-19T04:38:21.807-07:00Old and young 10: We will have to go a long way to have such fun<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Old:</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLcoF_QfHxGvk2RGdKvdwY_OHB5k5vJlgR4RH-kvaMAoZv9n1JBOMGnoXk_saOG-2WbdVQb2Gd_P8hV4LpchgVCKE8J3Z8N6hfEZed0XsS57NxqvHLSSsKf5lAMwnfz1aEDKkuRUUA4g/s1600/happy-kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLcoF_QfHxGvk2RGdKvdwY_OHB5k5vJlgR4RH-kvaMAoZv9n1JBOMGnoXk_saOG-2WbdVQb2Gd_P8hV4LpchgVCKE8J3Z8N6hfEZed0XsS57NxqvHLSSsKf5lAMwnfz1aEDKkuRUUA4g/s320/happy-kids.jpg" /></a>Sally, a difficult independent 75 year old, liked sitting by the park feeding the pigeons. One day she brought with her a whole bun of fresh bread just to feed her daily company. Little by little, pinch-by-pinch, she fed each pigeon with joy. She sat there without being noticed by anyone in our rich suburban neighborhood.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Then suddenly a man in his early 40's rained on my mom's parade by telling her that she shouldn't throw away good food on a bunch of pigeons that can find food anywhere... when there are a lot of people starving in Africa, says the stranger. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then my mother said in crazed anger and without hesitation, "Well, sorry for you but I can't throw that far!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: center;">Young (Exam answers): </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">- Age is a pretty high price to pay for maturity </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">- Ageing seems to be the only available way to live a long life</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">- At my age, I'm entitled to be grumpy! </div>- Don't let aging get you down - it's too hard to get back up! <br />
- Don't worry about age - it's ugly you have to watch out for <br />
- Don't worry about avoiding temptation - as you age it avoids you <br />
- Don't worry about wrinkles, they're just antique smiles<br />
- Few women admit their age. Few men act theirs <br />
- Fortunately I'm too poor to have a mid-life crises <br />
- Funny, I don't remember being absent minded<br />
- For all the advances in modern medicine, there is still no cure for the common birthday. <br />
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Sometimes a picture simply does account for a thousand words.<br />
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</div><div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yet it is never about laughing at people. Rather its about being real and learning to laugh at ourselves through whatever reality faces us. This is a tough life, made the more bearable by the humorous realities that cross our paths everyday, for which I so thank God. Without humor I am sure I would have crumbled years ago, but the funny things we say at home, overhear in our children or see in everyday life, keep us in touch with the ground and remind us of how small we are and how little we know. Thank you Lord for that.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An elderly couple, still living in the same home after more than fifty years of marriage, were at the breakfast table one morning when she remarked, "My dear, do you remember the time when as newly weds we naughtily stripped off and ate our breakfast with no clothes on." She giggled delightfully at the memory, but he, the drier of the two, just softly chuckled and carried on eating his food. "Can't we do it again?" Reluctantly he agreed and so the two old, wrinkled souls sat in the morning sun enjoying sweet nothingness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He was content to humor her, whilst enjoying his breakfast. She had other ideas. In a moment of passion she said, "My breasts are still hot for you my love". </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At that, the old man finished a mouth full of coffee, slowly lowered his cup and then looked her in the eye to say, "Maybe my dear its because one of them is in the porridge and the other is in your coffee."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself "I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light." After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and said, "Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years, they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One day, they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, "Now don't get mad at me. I know we've been friends for a long time but I just can't think of your name. I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is." <br />
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Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her as her face and her glare became more intense.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally she said, "How soon do you need to Know?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: Unknown, submitted by Chris Missing</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-89799878961498624212010-07-24T09:33:00.000-07:002010-07-24T09:33:09.147-07:00A walk on the blind side<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f0rpdSidEHfwOt6XbxityRLp8Qd4oK6uKWd877fKA6yhqy4ZiSHwBUB2SRipAyWzo23WeXIMPF7czMjwZ_kYVZDtrMQBue3-i1Xt2AC5ARlnDAB7B7FPkoO6prsNnpTx2jWv2l8jf4Fw/s1600/the-blind-side-2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f0rpdSidEHfwOt6XbxityRLp8Qd4oK6uKWd877fKA6yhqy4ZiSHwBUB2SRipAyWzo23WeXIMPF7czMjwZ_kYVZDtrMQBue3-i1Xt2AC5ARlnDAB7B7FPkoO6prsNnpTx2jWv2l8jf4Fw/s200/the-blind-side-2009.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sandra Bullock gave her career a major fillip in her role as Lee Ann Tuohy, the star role of the movie, "The Blind Side". I was never quite able to enjoy Ms Bullock, maybe because her career was spoilt by earlier silly roles. But she really does put that right in this great movie. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her co-star, Quinton Aaron, plays the role of Michael Oher, a giant black boy who is given an outside chance in an upmarket Christian School. But he has no chance really, not as long as his core needs are left unresolved. Those needs include having no place to live, no bed to lie on, no regular supply of food, no ability to read or learn, no surname, no identity and a sadly diminished sense of self. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The strong-willed wife and mother of two takes Oher home to live in their very comfortable home. That leads to a long journey that results in her formally adopting him and raising him as her own child. He starts to excel at football, but cannot hope to break through to a much treasured scholarship without a radical improvement in his grades. With the help of the family and a professional tutor, they achieve that goal. But in doing so she incurs some criticism from her bigoted southern friends. When one comments, condascendingly, on how she was changing his life, she softly replies, "No he is changing mine". </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It got me thinking about the spiritual journey that we are all on, a journey that brings us all into a personal one-on-one walk with Jesus. The great reward to that journey is also adoption and restoration of our spritual identity, although the legal ramifications far exceed mere adoption or a change of title. He has divided His own inheritance with us, to make us fellow heirs of the kingdom of God. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In reaching out to us, Jesus certainly acquired global significance. The world knows Him and He is adored by Christendom. His mark of history is beyond reproach. No one ever moved the worlds or shaped the destiny of nations as He did. No one touched the hearts of humanity as He has, yet for all the significance it brought to Him, of greater personal value is the surpassing value of what He did for me and you. His death and resurrection may have lifted a simple carpenter to greatness, but He, in turn, He changed our lives forever .... and for that I remain eternally greatful. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-53496953880186939492010-07-21T06:56:00.000-07:002010-07-21T06:56:45.289-07:00So how does your garden grow?<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCc0JSTjOYOLp6iXwhrKRHL_g7ygzLw85ZHUf9Tk7tpzPTiIrH2nmiM_EiYOOlR6dcbni2CVMX0Y7v1oEEu28rUGpHgZfxfM-EMh7bRKcBAjaX2fMBBCao7Xhxr9m2f32PHRtuwcaLoo/s1600/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCc0JSTjOYOLp6iXwhrKRHL_g7ygzLw85ZHUf9Tk7tpzPTiIrH2nmiM_EiYOOlR6dcbni2CVMX0Y7v1oEEu28rUGpHgZfxfM-EMh7bRKcBAjaX2fMBBCao7Xhxr9m2f32PHRtuwcaLoo/s320/garden.jpg" /></a></div>Come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.... <br />
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My brother sent these thoughts, just after I published a post about apple trees and what makes them bear fruit. It is timeous and relevant. <br />
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<strong>A garden needs thyme:</strong> Thyme for each other, thyme for family and thyme for friends <br />
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<strong>Plant three rows of peas:</strong> peas of mind, peas of heart and peas of soul <br />
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<strong>Add four rows of squash: </strong>Squash gossip, squash indifference, squash grumbling and squash selfishness <br />
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<strong>Plant some lettuce: </strong>Lettuce be faithful, lettuce be kind, lettuce be patient, lettuce really love one another <br />
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<strong>No garden can be wthout turnips: </strong>Turnip for meetings, turnip for service and turnip to help one another <br />
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<strong>Water with patience, cultivate with love. </strong>There will be much fruit because you will reap what you sow.<br />
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Source: Chris MissingMy profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-80247326137093511822010-07-20T08:42:00.000-07:002010-08-02T22:46:30.035-07:00Old and young 4: Get your teeth into a Bond book or someone else<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbUC55Yq0XsbYkxRCQAxnJ5bXRd5fSiLmgm01vEShcjDhXc_tjDGTDzuotDS4KeyjucUPXsVYGGIQJZ-YlMaMlZxB2LyvXxxeiP0aGfljQEQqPz1E5eqqf-vObcKzZ3PfRwtpemGVKyk/s1600/toothless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbUC55Yq0XsbYkxRCQAxnJ5bXRd5fSiLmgm01vEShcjDhXc_tjDGTDzuotDS4KeyjucUPXsVYGGIQJZ-YlMaMlZxB2LyvXxxeiP0aGfljQEQqPz1E5eqqf-vObcKzZ3PfRwtpemGVKyk/s200/toothless.jpg" width="200" />4</a><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Old:</span></strong></div></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">An older couple were lying in bed one night. The husband was falling asleep but the wife was in a romantic mood and wanted to talk. She said: "You used to hold my hand when we were courting." Wearily he reached across, held her hand for a second and tried to get back to sleep. A few moments later she said: "Then you used to kiss me." Mildly irritated, he reached across, gave her a peck on the cheek and settled down to sleep.. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thirty seconds later she said: "Then you used to bite my Neck." Angrily, he threw back the bed clothes and got out of bed. "Where are you going?" she asked. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"To get my teeth!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: unknown</span>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-64212182058437791482010-07-19T06:39:00.000-07:002010-08-02T22:49:39.332-07:00Old and young 3: I said "expand", not stretch<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m1iTSOB_xtAhyphenhypheneOh0JfqXOS-c0If-Hr8iVDHwVPGcW9mU44cMqfrjb5MItR4dbeRuK7UmlUliLs6SGhbEaDEDSPrMw7-moo1aoOBDhXRuAzsnb2R8kvlXYsivNDoFY9nbdCQXIxZdx8/s1600/drip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m1iTSOB_xtAhyphenhypheneOh0JfqXOS-c0If-Hr8iVDHwVPGcW9mU44cMqfrjb5MItR4dbeRuK7UmlUliLs6SGhbEaDEDSPrMw7-moo1aoOBDhXRuAzsnb2R8kvlXYsivNDoFY9nbdCQXIxZdx8/s200/drip.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Old:</strong> </span></div><br />
Three retirees, each with a hearing loss, were playing golf one fine March day. One remarked to the other, "Windy, isn't it?" "No," the second man replied, "it's Thursday..." And the third man chimed in, "So am I. Let's have a beer."<br />
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So much for hearing ... what about listening. If only learners would listen and do what thair examiners ask them to do ... but then again, there is always an individual with a twisted sense of humour and they are always good for a laugh. Enough to make any teacher's day. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">An elderly Floridian called 911 on her cell phone to report that her car has been broken into. She is hysterical as she explains her situation to the dispatcher: "They've stolen the stereo, the steering wheel, the brake pedal and even the accelerator!" she cried. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The dispatcher said, "Stay calm. An officer is on the way." A few minutes later, the officer radios in. "Disregard." He says, "She got in the back-seat by mistake."</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Sources unknownMy profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-35187734607714586752010-07-15T07:47:00.000-07:002010-08-02T22:50:31.060-07:00Old and young 1: Up and downstairs is how God made it<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy12i3TUS3P5BR7rDLtpS0q4ec83nhTB0g6viCiKOncFVbu50olUogSYrtvxYuYWi__hNKkFK362VkxGm6fimYWeDwUv6CBQj905GrEslFkPemzi5fVUAyK8GqGkpW4s_4M24cBV6xmaw/s1600/2nd20Amendment1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy12i3TUS3P5BR7rDLtpS0q4ec83nhTB0g6viCiKOncFVbu50olUogSYrtvxYuYWi__hNKkFK362VkxGm6fimYWeDwUv6CBQj905GrEslFkPemzi5fVUAyK8GqGkpW4s_4M24cBV6xmaw/s320/2nd20Amendment1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because family and people are so vital to me I thought I would depart from my normal pattern and share some accumulated stuff that is so worth a good laugh. Problem is half of what I have relates to senior souls the other half to kids, so why not just play it safe and go down the middle. My collection includes some very funny little snippets about old people or by old people, plus some great extracts of kids answers to exam or test questions, the kind of answers that either drive teachers batty or make their careers so worthwhile - enjoy:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Three sisters ages 92, 94 and 96 live in a house together. One night the 96 year old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses..... She yells to the other sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?" The 94 year old yells back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see." She starts up the stairs and pauses "Was I going up the stairs or down?" The 92 year old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters.. She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood." She then yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door."</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sources: unknown</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-1892126384943716412010-07-10T21:58:00.000-07:002010-07-14T08:54:11.445-07:00To the victor, the victory spoils<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScwHJFOpsMeO1hnW4Jpc3ak8aveuo2a5mx6v3z1G-Sq5aSQjrHffr4qZgpBxiXZ5uY91ORqgNNR_ksEjT862ZSwNAvTmjTWCshbd6eSJuIPHivz42u63oUS0BjvS5M_lVeWc129qmHBQN/s1600/fifa+world+cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScwHJFOpsMeO1hnW4Jpc3ak8aveuo2a5mx6v3z1G-Sq5aSQjrHffr4qZgpBxiXZ5uY91ORqgNNR_ksEjT862ZSwNAvTmjTWCshbd6eSJuIPHivz42u63oUS0BjvS5M_lVeWc129qmHBQN/s320/fifa+world+cup.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It weighs almost 7kg (13.6lb), is made of 18 carat, hollowed gold and is 26.5 centimeters (14.4 inches) tall. Although its real value is probably less than $100,000 its intrinsic value far exceeds that. It may be regarded as priceless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The former Jules Rimet trophy was stolen in 1983 and never recovered, although it had already passed into the perpetual possession of Brazil after they won the world cup three times. In 1997, a Jules Rimet trophy was auctioned and bought by FIFA for about $250,000, almost ten times the reserve price, but it was later found to be a replica of the original, which remains lost. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In 2038 it may be due for replacement when all the available name plates provided on the current trophy will have been used up. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">So much for the trophy that is up for grabs in tonight’s final game of the 2010 World Cup. Either Spain or Holland will claim the prize, although the original will not be allowed to depart from the inner sanctum of FIFA. Whoever wins, will at best only have a replica, but the symbolism of the moment will be more than real.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the greatest sporting prize of all. It is one of the most treasured trophies or prizes in the world and the prestige that accrues to the winning team will be beyond measure. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is another trophy, of even greater worth and surpassing significance, which God has extended to all who will run their race and finish their course. That trophy is reserved for all who overcome. It is not a winner takes all trophy, because everyone who crosses the line before the fatal cut off time, will win the trophy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The trophy is not just the award of eternal life, but all the extended blessings described in Revelations 2 and 3. It will include the prize of a new name – a very valuable reward that reflects the ultimate approval of the greatest of all fathers, who reserves the sole paternal right to name His own. It will also give us access to the tree of life, that long lost fount of life that, once denied, reduced Adam and Eve to mere mortals. There is also a hidden pot of manna, the provision that God has made for our sustenance. We will also be clothed in garments of righteousness, freed forever from the nakedness that has haunted our souls on this mortal plain. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the victors there will be a victory gala, a banquet where we will feast on the abundance of glory and break bread with our king. A place of habitation is also reserved for those who overcome and Jesus has spent the last two thousand years preparing that place. Aside from the wonders of its construction, it offers an unbelievable view of the vastness of the created universe and the awesome power it contains. We will have a front row view of the creation of stars, the explosion of super novae, the formation of new worlds, the coursing of comets and the frontiers of this great universe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is a race to run, a fight to win. At times we may feel that the burdens are too much and the price too high, but by His grace we can and will overcome. He will fulfill every promise in us, until the ordinary souls that we are, are crowned with glory. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div><br />
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(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.netMy profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-72000559834675625602010-07-07T08:10:00.000-07:002010-07-07T08:10:56.324-07:00Waving Flag<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8wX6wn0ibFUac53Os6EwiQyKoUTYA-n_bY_1AnrReZGW3EazaCKgzxK408xbwMXgKvQ0g2fPZOQRsoi2Y_rMqhqbUdmTld7kbT6K4cLkORDbphHEvWqdZXv9zZjl8BmZRERmp6vIAwk/s1600/Jesus.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8wX6wn0ibFUac53Os6EwiQyKoUTYA-n_bY_1AnrReZGW3EazaCKgzxK408xbwMXgKvQ0g2fPZOQRsoi2Y_rMqhqbUdmTld7kbT6K4cLkORDbphHEvWqdZXv9zZjl8BmZRERmp6vIAwk/s320/Jesus.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">K'naan's iconic hit, which fully eclipsed Shakiras confusing, unmelodic attempt at a world cup song, not only captured the spirit of the FIFA world cup, it also pulled the rug from under the organisers feet. Its not the only such case either. Dutch fans were coopted by a Dutch firm in a very cheeky ambush marketing campaign.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
The upstaging of the official world cup song, goes to the essence of Waving Flags lyrics. It is a song about great struggles against injustice and poverty, which yields to a freedom just like a waving flag. The great image of Liberty leading the people, by Delacroix, conveys the same theme. So did Verdi's slave chorus, which captured the yearnings of the Hebrews when they were exiled to Babylon. There are so many similar themes all speaking of the greatest cries of humanity.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Football is generally a working class game, although it is also enjoyed by the upper classes. Certainly it is a sure route from rags to riches for those talented enough to reach the top of the game. So why FIFA opted to go with Waka-Waka instead of Waving Flag is mystifying. The naive answer was that Waving Flag is a revolutionary song. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>"Born to throne, stronger than Rome, a violent prone poor people zone</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>but its my home, all I have known, where I got grown streets we would roam</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Out of the darkness I came the farthest, among the hardest survival</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>learn from these streets, it can be bleak, accept no defeat, surrender, retreat</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>When I get older, I will be stronger, they call me freedom, just like a waving flag ...</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>and then it goes back and then it goes back."</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is so true that very few transcend the ghettoes of this world, but when they do they are like a waving flag, leading the poor to hope. They remind me of the biblical story in 2 Kings 7, where four lepers who lived outside the gates of the besieged city of Samaria. One morning, having nothing to lose, they went into the Syrian enemy camp and found it deserted and then went to tell the whole town, thus saving many wretched, starved and battle weary souls. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There can be nothing more liberating than one person who makes a difference and lights the way to salvation so that others may follow. Jesus did that, and now his faithful band also waves their flags and fly their banners - declaring to the whole world that there is a way of escape from the squalor of life. For when he stepped over His fallen foes and held up the keys of death and hell, we found freedom, just like a waving flag. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-21456962396028515052010-07-06T00:31:00.000-07:002010-07-06T00:31:10.664-07:00Its more than life and death<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjz3SQojDAGLU-HQw5gSeyz5YuLyQsTw8NHvGeseV9pwWP6DZT-xoKo5fw6mWLQKLDb3oSlCB7-3hSMWdXpfZ_21_3XAB5qtm9pTrK7R7Ootxpfl5t5GZ8JwpO78mNuM7t437BTc9Daw/s1600/slovakia+fan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjz3SQojDAGLU-HQw5gSeyz5YuLyQsTw8NHvGeseV9pwWP6DZT-xoKo5fw6mWLQKLDb3oSlCB7-3hSMWdXpfZ_21_3XAB5qtm9pTrK7R7Ootxpfl5t5GZ8JwpO78mNuM7t437BTc9Daw/s320/slovakia+fan.jpg" /></a>With four more matches to play, the world cup is all but over. Nations came and went. Some just came to play, some came for much more. Someone once said of cricket, “It’s not a matter of life and death, its more than that”. The same could be said of some of the teams and nations represented in this competition.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Dutch team somehow managed to assemble an entourage of 100,000 people who joined their cavalcade through the streets of Cape Town. The Argentineans played their drums. The South Africans trumpeted their Vuvuzelas. Others sported their national colors on their faces and in their waved banners.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The picture of a Mohican warrior supporting his own team, captures the spirit of the occasion well enough. Not far below the smile, joy and innocence of the moment is a warrior mentality. Maybe the advancement of the human race has tamed much of that feistiness that set nation against nation and kingdom against kingdom in past eras. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Yet, when we remember how much war and suffering still taints our world and the fact that the last great war was settled a mere sixty years ago, we dare not fool our selves into thinking that we have tamed the beast forever. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If winning on the football fields and other sporting stages of the world is more than life and death, then how far would peoples and nations be willing to go to defend their pride and individual identities? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then again, I am aware that the world is converging. Borders and national identities are blurring as the world moves toward a singularity. There is no doubt that a new world order is on the cards. From a purely pragmatic perspective I have to say it is unavoidable, because we need a collective approach to the problems of our world. After all, the decimation of Amazon rain forests affects all of us, as does pollution in China, the melting of the polar ice sheets, global energy resources, the accumulation of space debris, pandemic diseases and the world economy. So, a new centralized, socialistic world power is inevitable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Against that backdrop is an alternative society that potentially will have its own parallel economy, its own constitution and its own cultural norms. It will also have its own king. That society or nation, comprises that holy people who are citizens of the kingdom of God. The fault lines that will forever separate the world from the church and draw the battle lines between both, are deepening. The thunder of heaven will surely bring that to a head in its right time. It will finally separate light from darkness. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The question I have for you, is, in this great social phenomenon, is your struggle more than life and death or is it just another big game of life? I suggest that too many still perceive it as a game, still play church, still pay lip service to truth and are still holding on to their personal dreams, ambitions or fantasies with scant regard for the global and eternal significance of this age. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What do you think?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjz3SQojDAGLU-HQw5gSeyz5YuLyQsTw8NHvGeseV9pwWP6DZT-xoKo5fw6mWLQKLDb3oSlCB7-3hSMWdXpfZ_21_3XAB5qtm9pTrK7R7Ootxpfl5t5GZ8JwpO78mNuM7t437BTc9Daw/s1600/slovakia+fan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjz3SQojDAGLU-HQw5gSeyz5YuLyQsTw8NHvGeseV9pwWP6DZT-xoKo5fw6mWLQKLDb3oSlCB7-3hSMWdXpfZ_21_3XAB5qtm9pTrK7R7Ootxpfl5t5GZ8JwpO78mNuM7t437BTc9Daw/s320/slovakia+fan.jpg" /></a></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-41446647681713779212010-07-05T12:19:00.000-07:002010-07-17T05:16:04.431-07:00Your treasure is where your heart is<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.lifesip.com/images/rebound-relationships-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" rw="true" src="http://www.lifesip.com/images/rebound-relationships-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I posed a question to a group of learners today - if money was no consideration, would they choose a small, reliable car over a jewel encrusted, precious watch. After some debate they agreed that the car probably would then have to take priority, given its supassing utility value. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A bushman was taken into a big city and shown all the marvels of the modern world, but before returning to his arid wild place they asked him, "of all the things you have seen, what would you most like to take home with you?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">With a few clicks he pointed to a simple garden faucet or tap. I suppose in his mind he foresaw the tap being installed near to his village, to provide a continuous supply of fresh water - a naive consideration given the reticulation required to bring the water to that everyday miraculous moment. To him, a ready supply of water was far more relevant and miraculous than soaring office blocks, high powered jets or modern transport. In his world, water is a premium. It is the greatest key to their survival - a priceless resource. It may also be the key to finding pride and place in the community or the hand of a treasured bride. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If then you were to lose everything, what would still hold your life together? What would be your most priceless resource? Or could you simply cease to exist without the material stuff that defines your present life? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe we all need to walk through the valley of the shadow of death to realise that our survival rests not in things, but in relationships. When all else is lost and we assess the dregs of our material world, will anything else matter as much as our relationship with God and those around us? I won't elaborate now - just think about it and comment accordingly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-35366089896485492902010-07-04T22:35:00.000-07:002010-07-04T22:35:00.721-07:00Times and seasons<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbd6ZvqDtMF4loffpYqPBvhrysoAQCBds1shGymo_QcQxVJBoGNHftfBZuBCVYq7XK3ySGA2JIcoXU4Z6btizhSOuaFIffhWhx9sDro7MU7YC9HAi0TUzDoCP8_g1-0I5-0jYtN-Sp0BA/s1600/beach+vendor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbd6ZvqDtMF4loffpYqPBvhrysoAQCBds1shGymo_QcQxVJBoGNHftfBZuBCVYq7XK3ySGA2JIcoXU4Z6btizhSOuaFIffhWhx9sDro7MU7YC9HAi0TUzDoCP8_g1-0I5-0jYtN-Sp0BA/s320/beach+vendor.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">The beach vendor caught in a news lens, somewhat tells his own story. With only 4 games remaining in the FIFA world cup, the bonanza for vendors is fading, as is this season of football. Soon life for all will plod along again as we return to the grind of real life. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">As I write, the sun is lighting the sky and the tinging the heavens with hope for a new day. However, the inexorable course of the sun across our skies dictates that for me to have a sunrise, others must be heading towards a sunset or some other phase in their life cycles. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sunrise is just a subset of the greater dawns that herald the start of seasons. We all have our seasons. It starts with our birth: that most wonderful of all moments when life starts. Beyond that we face other seasons, some exciting, some not so. The start of school is a big milestone for many children, but later they enter the season of puberty or high school or college or marriage or parenting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Many have experienced spiritual seasons, when we enter the valleys that mark the start of a wilderness period. As for life stages, so each season of struggle has a clear beginning, although its implications and our acceptance of such seasons, is often masked by denial or confusion. With time we all come to realise the weight and significance of a divine season and how vital such seasons are to our growth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A fruit tree only bears fruit for about 10% of its annual cycle. The rest of the time is spent in preparing for that season of abundance, resulting in times of dryness, barrenness and apparent death. Yet beyond the loss of our leaves (death) and the dormancy of autumn and winter (burial) there is always a spring (resurrection), where God will clothe us again so we can walk in His glory and be fruitful in our knowledge of Him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The beach vendor may be walking in the sunset of a season of abundance, but I know of many who long to see the sun set on their seasons of uncertainty and brokenness. Well know that every season will end, yet in so ending will mark a new season. If you are struggling right now - hang on, don't lose hope, for it has all come to pass. The times and seasons of life are all set by God, who will surely bring seasons of sorrow and dryness to an end, so that you can go on and be fruitful in what He sowed into your life through the winter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Look up - for your salvation is at hand - even now it breaks forth. Look around you and see evidence of the return of spring and the seasons of growth and plenty you have so longed for. Stand up - for a new day is coming. He who started a good work in you, will surely conclude it so that you may live and that He may be glorified in the outworking of handiwork in you. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-44595898013136535782010-07-04T03:43:00.001-07:002010-07-04T03:43:32.081-07:00Independence day<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/2008/07/01-07/Fireworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/2008/07/01-07/Fireworks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In 1776, the Second Continental Congress, chaired by Thomas Jefferson, issued the declaration of independence, by which the US was formally separated from Great Britain. The exact date is disputed, but not the fact. The day earlier, John Adams claimed the day as the most memorable epoch in US history. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The original document is now archived in the Smithsonian Institute, but it is sealed from exposure to light and air, so precious is the document to the people of America. Indeed, the birthing of that nation has resulted in arguably the most patriotic culture of earth. On this day, all Americans hold their heads high and strut their stuff in proud display of their priceless independence. Its a time of festivities, family meals and fireworks. </div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a name='more'></a>Millennia ago Israel crossed the Jordan and staked her claim on the land promised to Abraham and His descendants, by Almighty God. That was their ultimate moment of independence although the Jewish equivalent of independence day is the Passover, the day recorded by Moses as the first day of the first month of the first year, of their emancipation from slavery. All that happened when they finally crossed the Jordan forty years later, merely sealed and fulfilled what God had initiated when He separated them from Egypt. Sadly, for all their substantial claims, arguably the best articulated rights of land ownership ever conceived, the world still resents their right to live on the narrow, arid piece of real estate that all Jews regard as their ancestral home. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">As Believers, we also have an independence event and we have a supporting document. The Bible is our declaration of independence and the Breaking of Bread our memorialisation thereof. Jesus left few commandments, but one was to preserve the Breaking of Bread, which thankfully has ensured the preservation of our culture through the passage of history. But, do we recognise it in the same way as the US or Israel recognise their rights? The implications for us are actually far more significant, for the state that represents our divine inheritance is a kingdom not made by hands, whose builder and maker is God – it is eternal, it is amongst us, it is advancing, the gates of hell will not prevail against it and the shout of a Great King can be heard amongst her people. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do you savour the triumph of the cross and the power of your legal position in Christ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ <a href="http://www.4u2live.net/">http://www.4u2live.net/</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image source: <a href="http://www.babble.com/">http://www.babble.com/</a></span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-46126017655927973312010-06-30T23:22:00.000-07:002010-06-30T23:22:28.258-07:00Unfurl your colors<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXp0e3iZkReQUzpOdwD1E3jPhAz2MpIGrgTg22y1k1UyGy08PUSR6h3MVPlgWOyMIbOnjgS129M44XjccMySakNOhjI1sS4d769jcqHO3jqZB3muC41Ipak_U30zS0jS3OOJ4UoZFDfo/s1600/saa+flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXp0e3iZkReQUzpOdwD1E3jPhAz2MpIGrgTg22y1k1UyGy08PUSR6h3MVPlgWOyMIbOnjgS129M44XjccMySakNOhjI1sS4d769jcqHO3jqZB3muC41Ipak_U30zS0jS3OOJ4UoZFDfo/s320/saa+flag.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The idea of wearing battle colours or war paint extends far back into history. The red Indians dubbed stripes on their faces when they went into battle, to embolden each other, intimidate the enemy and display their commitment to victory. The Vikings also wore battle paint, as did the Normans. Both of those invasive forces influenced warriors like the Scots, whom Mel Gibson so ably depicted in Braveheart. Mediaeval battlefields also used war paint until the idea of uniformed forces was popularised. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Uniforms and flags enabled fighting forces to carry their colours and allegiances in a more formal way. Discipline and pride rejected the relatively untidy look of face paint, but time would expose such visible uniforms to real disadvantages. Perhaps it was the Anglo-Boer war at the turn of the last century that convinced England to move towards mufti, the kind of battle dress that now dominates all battlefields. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Camouflage and sensibility became more important than bright, bold and visible battle dress. However, the advent of camouflage also saw the return of body paint - only this time they used mud or boot polish, which is designed to make soldiers less visible. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So now the only time that opposing nations don war paint and wave bright colours in the face of their opponents, is on the sports field.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That said, 2 Corinthians 3 says we are the epistles of Christ, read and known of all men. The implication is that God’s children have yet to shift to contemporary styles of battledress. Our allegiance is not meant to be covered or obscured and it is hard to suppress a vital testimony. Believers are, or should be, vividly alive, the salt of the earth, the sweet fragrance of Christ, living witnesses to the truth, light in the dark soldiers who unfurl the banners of God wherever they go. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our weapons are not swords and shields, per se, although we are spiritually equipped to fight our fight, for the weapons of God are mighty to the pulling down of strongholds. That is where we engage, tearing down the very things that hold people captive and rob them of life – and that is not a mere battle - it is a war, a war that demands that we nail our colours to the mast and boldly bear His witness into a dying world. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</span></div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694808803373086458.post-53856634652362434492010-06-30T00:59:00.000-07:002010-06-30T00:59:36.589-07:00Its almost over ... scarcely before it began<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqUTvWqVMp2vPUEMNctOWE9oyVGqyUyiZwAb5ddfnU38SB1OiFt0D4TlsrCKLm9vpDG0aUgzI3Q6fJwqRPOsuFmeZA80EC3gMsS1wfzC5CVud9mHPrL75yIC3N2baO8Ds8EL7yEIOXJk/s1600/happy+face.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqUTvWqVMp2vPUEMNctOWE9oyVGqyUyiZwAb5ddfnU38SB1OiFt0D4TlsrCKLm9vpDG0aUgzI3Q6fJwqRPOsuFmeZA80EC3gMsS1wfzC5CVud9mHPrL75yIC3N2baO8Ds8EL7yEIOXJk/s200/happy+face.png" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is such sweet innocence in a child’s face. They are like a blank page, an unpainted canvas – pregnant with possibility and potential. In the hands of an artist, each canvas will be transformed to become a thing of unique beauty and wonder. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As life progresses that canvas then tells its own story – a weather-beaten, wrinkled and tired face speaks of years of sorrow or ill-living, but for every one of those faces I have seen many other older faces that reflect contentment, peace, fulfillment and dignity. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a name='more'></a>I am told that the issues of our prime years are amplified in our senior years, which is certainly true of my parents. My mom was one of the biggest-hearted souls I ever knew and that became such a telling feature of her life as she faded. She would sing hymns and warmly embrace her nursing staff, but regardless of how she felt, every time I asked she gave a standard reply, “I am fine, how are you”. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My dad unfortunately was a bit of a grumpy old soul in life, forever believing himself to be near death. The fact that he outlived his worst fears by 86 years is beside the point, but his worst attributes have also been amplified in later life, making him almost unbearable. Don’t get me wrong – I love him and feel for what he is going through, but I also have no doubt that he is making his last journey far worse than it needed to be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I read of a man who visited Sierra Leone and was immediately dubbed an old man at 46 – because the average life expectancy there is 43. That brings a healthy perspective to life and the need to live each moment to its fullest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The young, beautiful face in the picture is just so happy to be alive and part of the world cup, regardless of her circumstances. She can remain as beautiful throughout her life if she never lets go of the simple virtues of life and innocence. We can remain relatively innocent if every new day is an adventure, a discovery, a game to be played for today.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We take life so seriously that we are often old before we had a chance to be young. The same could be said of the world cup, which is almost over before it even started. May that not be said of our lives – may life not be on its way down long before it reaches it peak, its potential and the fullness of God’s purpose for us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Live … play the game … enjoy each moment … and let the light of God shine in and though you. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">(c) Peter Eleazar @ www.4u2live.net</div>My profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17566494897095845350noreply@blogger.com0