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Monday, October 17, 2011

Ministry Ideas

Lots of life change comes from being among God's people. The first century church was together daily in many cases. Today we have reduced "church" to Sundays and Wednesdays. What are some good practical ideas for this generations.

* Using the internet and social media to encourage, pray, and connect with one another.
* Home group Bible studies by age groups and inter-generational.
* Cookouts and camp outs.
* Growth groups by generation and / or gender at or away from church building.
* Meals together before or after church assemblies. These could be at the building or at restaurants.
* Of course families studying together wherever they find themselves.

Share with me some more.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The cab ride

The Cab Ride

I arrived at the address and honked the horn.  after waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.


After a long pause, the door opened. 
A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.


By her side was a small nylon suitcase. 
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.


There were no clocks on the walls, 
no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.


'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' 
she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.


She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.


She kept thanking me for my kindness. 
'It's nothing', I told her... 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'


'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'


'It's not the shortest way,'
I answered quickly..


'Oh, I don't mind,' she said.
'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.


I looked in the rear-view mirror. 
Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.


'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.


For the next two hours, we drove 
through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.


We drove through the neighborhood 
where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.


Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.


As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.


We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.


Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were Solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.


I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.


'How much do I owe you?' 
She asked, reaching into her purse.


'Nothing,' I said


'You have to make a living,' she answered.


'There are other passengers,' I responded.


Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.


'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.'Thank you.'


I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

  I didn't  pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that  day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had  gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?


On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.


We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.


But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.


PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.


Life 
may not be the party we hoped for, but while we 
are here we might as well dance.

Jeopardy Question Nobody could answer.

The Jeopardy Question Nobody could answer.

ARLINGTON CEMETERY

Jeopardy Question: On Jeopardy the other night, the final question was "How many steps does the guard take during his walk  across the tomb of the Unknowns"---- All three contestants missed it!

 This is really an awesome sight to watch if you' ve never had the chance. Very fascinating.

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier





1. How many steps does the guard take during his walk across the tomb of the Unknowns and why?

21 steps: It alludes to the twenty-one gun salute which is the highest honor given any military or foreign dignitary.





 2. How long does he hesitate after his about face to begin his return walk and why?

21 seconds for the same reason as answer number 1



3. Why are his gloves wet?

His gloves are moistened to prevent his losing his grip on the rifle.





4. Does he carry his rifle on the same shoulder all the time and, if not, why not?

He carries the rifle on the shoulder away from the tomb. After his march across the path, he executes an about face and moves the rifle to the outside shoulder.




5. How often are the guards changed?

Guards are changed every thirty minutes, twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year.






6. What are the physical traits of the guard limited to?

For a person to apply for guard duty at the tomb, he must be between 5' 10' and 6' 2' tall and his waist size cannot exceed 30. They must commit 2 years of life to guard the tomb, live in a barracks under the tomb, and cannot drink any alcohol on or off duty for the rest of their lives. They cannot swear in public for the rest of their lives and cannot disgrace the uniform or the tomb in any way. After two years, the guard is given a wreath pin that is worn on their lapel signifying they served as guard of the tomb... There are only 400 presently worn. The guard must obey these rules for the rest of their lives or give up the wreath pin. The shoes are specially made with very thick soles to keep the heat and cold from their feet. There are metal heel plates that extend to the top of the shoe in order to make the loud click as they come to a halt. There are no wrinkles, folds or lint on the uniform.. Guards dress for duty in front of a full-length mirror. The first six months of duty a guard cannot talk to anyone nor watch TV. All off duty time is spent studying the 175 notable people laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery . A guard must memorize who they are and where they are interred. Among the notables are: President Taft, Joe Lewis {the boxer} Medal of Honor winner Audie L. Murphy, the most decorated soldier of WWII and of Hollywood fame.

Every guard spends five hours a day getting his uniforms ready for guard duty.





ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM.

In 2003 as Hurricane Isabelle was approaching Washington, DC, our US Senate/House took 2 days off with anticipation of the storm.. On the ABC evening news, it was reported that because of the dangers from the hurricane, the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment.

They respectfully declined the offer, "No way, Sir!" Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be afforded to a service person. The tomb has been patrolled continuously, 24/7, since 1930.




God Bless and keep them.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

Self Destruction

Once there was an eagle soaring high in the sky and as it flew, almost out
of sight, it became unsteady and finally began to fall. It plunged to the earth in a
pasture near two men. When the men went to the eagle, they found him shaking
and trembling. In its claw was a rattlesnake.

The eagle had caught the reptile, soared into the sky, and finally lost the
battle when the snake bit it. Now there it lay holding onto the very thing that
killed it! People are the same way. The thing from which they hope to derive
some pleasure; but like the eagle in the story, they are fighting a losing battle
and are holding onto the very thing that will mean their spiritual death.

How sad it is to think of a soul being lost simply because a person is to
proud or too stubborn to free themselves of the thing which are destroying them!