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Billy Graham was returning
to Charlotte after a
speaking engagement
and when his plane arrived there was a limousine there
to transport him to his home. As he prepared to get
into the limo, he stopped
and spoke to the driver.

'You know'
he said,
'I am 87 years old
and I have never
driven a limousine.
Would you mind if I
drove it for a while?'


The driver said,
'No problem. Have at it.'

Billy gets into the driver's seat and they head off
down the highway.


 

A short distance away
sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap.

The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone.


 

The trooper pulled out
and easily caught the limo
and he got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure.


The young trooper walked up to the driver's door
and when the glass
was rolled down,
he was surprised to see
who was driving.


He immediately excused himself and went back to his car
and called his supervisor.


He told the supervisor,
'I know we are supposed
to enforce the law...
But I also know that
important people are
given certain courtesies.
I need to know what
I should do because
I have stopped a
very important person.'


The supervisor asked,
'Is it the governor?'


The young trooper said,
'No, he's more important
than that.'


The supervisor said,
'Oh, so it's the president.'


The young trooper said,
'No, he's even more

important than that.'


The supervisor finally asked, 'Well then, who is it?'
The young trooper said,

'I think it's Jesus,

because he's got Billy Graham for a chauffeur!'


 

 

    For decades scientist have been trying to find out what holds the universe together by finding the smallest particles that are the foundation of all creation.

    Here it is ...
    Years ago scientist thought the Atom was the smallest particle in the universe; then they split the Atom and found Electrons ... Years later they were able to break down Electrons and found Protons and Neutrons ... but it's not over yet.

    Later they were able to break down the Protons and Neutrons and found what they thought were the smallest particles of all ... Quarks.

    Ready for this?
    Not too long ago scientist finally broke down the Quark, what they thought was the smallest particle in the universe, and they found the root of every living particle that holds the entire universe and every living thing in it together is VIBRATIONS, CAUSED BY SOUND WAVES!

    HERE'S THE IMPORTANCE OF IT ALL...
    The Bible, written over a period of thousands of years before there were any scientists, tells us that GOD SPOKE the entire universe into existence and that it is HIS SPOKEN WORD which is alive and living is what holds it all together ... Thus in the form of ... SOUND WAVES; once again proving that the Bible is really the Word of God and cannot be disputed.

    Pretty Cool, isn't it.


     

 

Ruth went to her mail box and
            there was only one letter.  
             
            She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but
            then she looked at the envelope again.
             
            There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and
            address.
             
            She read the letter:  
             
            Dear Ruth:
             
            I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday
            afternoon and I'd like to  stop by for a visit.
             
            Love Always,
            Jesus
             
            Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on
            the table.
            "Why would the Lord want to visit me?
             
            I'm nobody special.  
            I don't have anything to offer."
             
            With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty
            kitchen cabinets.  
             
            "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to
            offer.
            I'll have to run down to the store and buy something
            for dinner."  
             
            She reached for her purse and counted out its
            contents. Five dollars and forty cents.
             
            Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."
             
            She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
             
            A loaf of French bread, a   half-pound of sliced
            turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand
            total twelve cents to last her until Monday.
             
            Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her
            meager offerings tucked under her arm.
             
            "Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"
             
            Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she
            hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the
            alleyway.
             
            A man and a woman, both of them dressed in
            little more than rags.  
             
            "Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife
            and I have been living out here on the street, and,
            well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda
            hungry and, well, if you could help us Lady, we'd
            really appreciate it."  
             
            Ruth looked at them both.  
             
            They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she
            was certain that they could get some kind of work if
            they really wanted to.  
             
            "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman
            myself.
            All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm
            having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was
            planning on serving that to Him."
             
            "Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
             
            The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders,
            turned and headed back into the alley.
             
            As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar
            twinge in her heart.  
             
            "Sir, wait!"  
             
            The couple stopped and turned as she
            ran down the alley after them
             
            "Look, why don't you take this food.
            I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."
             
            She handed the man her grocery bag.
             
            "Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
             
            "Yes, thank you!"  It was the man's wife, and Ruth
            could see now that she was shivering.
             
            "You know, I've got another coat at home.
             
            Here, why don't you take this one."
             
            Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the
            woman's shoulders.  
             
            Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the
            street...without her coat and with nothing to serve
            her guest.
             
            "Thank you lady!  
             
            Thank you very much!"  
             
            Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front
            door, and worried too  
             
            The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't
            have anything to offer Him.  
             
            She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But
            as she did, she noticed another envelope in her
            mailbox.
             
            "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice
            in one day."  
             
            Dear Ruth:
             
            It was so good to see you again.
             
            Thank you for the lovely meal.
             
            And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
             
            Love Always,
            Jesus
             
            The air was still cold, but even without her coat,
            Ruth no longer noticed.  

WHEN CHRIST COMES - - -

  by Max Lucado

 

  You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to

  the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when

  suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air.

  The sound is high above you.

  A trumpet?

  A choir?

  A choir of trumpets?

  You don't know, but you want to know.

 

  So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As

  You do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The

  roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open,

  and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing

  out of the grocery store.

  The Little League baseball game across the street has

  come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the

  Clouds. And what they see, and what you see, has never

  before been seen.

 

  As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the

  Atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the

  earth. There are no shadows.. None. From whence came

  the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking

  crystals of every hue ever seen and a million more

  never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of

  angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a

  time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.

 

  North.

  South.

  East.

  West.

  Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison,

  and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the

  cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, Holy, Holy.

  The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four

  silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who

  join the angels in worship.

 

  Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are

  silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy,

  Holy, Holy.  Between each word is a pause. With each

  word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join

  in the chorus. You don't know why you say the words,

  but you know you must.

 

  Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet.

  The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and

  there He is.

 

  Jesus.

 

  Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure

  of Christ the King.

  He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop

  a billowing cloud.

  He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his

  declaration:

  I am the Alpha and the Omega.

 

  The angels bow their heads.

  The elders remove their crowns.

  And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know,

  instantly you know:

  Nothing else matters.

  Forget stock markets and school reports.

  Sales meetings and football games.

  Nothing is newsworthy..

  All that mattered, matters no more....

  for Christ has come. . .

 

 

  And, please let me know the exact time you read this. It is

  mystical--honest

 

  This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and

  He asked:

 

  My child, what is your greatest wish for today?

 

  I responded:

  "Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message,

  their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them

  very much"

 

  The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not

  its end.

 

  This message works on the day you receive it.

  To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was

  impressed with its timing.  Let us see if it is true.

 

  ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call

  them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.

 

Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people
 

    1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

    During my second month of college, our professor
    gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
    and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:
    "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
    Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
    cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
    dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?
    I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
    blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
    the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
    "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,
    you will meet many people. All are significant. They
    deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
    is smile and say "hello."
    I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
    name was Dorothy


    2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
    One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American
    woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
    trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
    broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
    Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
    A young white man stopped to help her, generally
    unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man
    took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
    put her into a taxicab.
    She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrot e down his
    address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
    knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
    giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
    special note was attached..
    It read:
    "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
    the other night. The rain drenched not only my
    clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
    Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
    husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
    bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
    others."
    Sincerely,
    Mrs. Nat King Cole

    3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
    who serve.
    In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
    a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
    sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in
    front of him.
    "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
    "Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
    The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
    studied the coins in it.
    "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
    By now more people were waiting for a table and the
    waitress was growing impatient.
    "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
    The little boy again counted his coins.
    "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
    The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
    the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
    cream, paid the cash ier and left. When the waitress
    came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
    table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
    were two nickels and five pennies..
    You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
    to have enough left to leave her a tip.


    4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
    In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
    roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
    anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
    king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
    and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
    King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
    anything about getting the stone out of the way.
    Then a peasant cam e along carrying a load of
    vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
    peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
    stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
    and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
    peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
    a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
    been. The purse contained many gold coins an d a note
    from the King indicating that the gold was for the
    person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
    peasant learned what many of us never understand!
    Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve
    our condition.

    5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
    Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
    hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
    was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
    chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
    transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
    miraculously survived the same disease and had
    developed the antibodies needed to combat the
    illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
    little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
    be willing to give his blood to his sister.
    I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
    deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will
    save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
    bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
    seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
    face grew pale and his smile faded.
    He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
    trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".
    Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
    doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
    sister all of his blood in order to save her.

     

 

 

A biker was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky
    clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said,
"Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you
one wish."

    The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can
ride over any time I want."

    The Lord mused, "Your request is materialistic. Think of the
enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to
reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take!
It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it
is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a
little more time and think of something that would honor and glorify me."

    The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord,
I wish that I could understand my wife. I want to know how she feels
    inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment,
why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I
can make a woman truly happy."

    The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four"?
 
 
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida , a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.


His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.


Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.


Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.


The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."


You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you..


The Bible teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not, and will not, ever let you go.


Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.

We should never judge another persons scars, because we don't know how they got them.