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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:31 am
Okay Guys, I'm not going to lie, I nearly cried when I read these three stories, and I didn't think twice about posting them for you. Please take the time to read them, they are really inspiring. You don't even have to be a Christian, they will take your breath away none the less.
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Don't be a hypocrite
One Sunday morning during service, a 2,000-member congregation was surprised to see two men enter, both covered from head to toe in black and carrying sub-machine guns. One of the men proclaimed, "Anyone willing to take a bullet for Christ remain where you are." Immediately, the choir fled, the deacons fled, and most of the congregation fled. Out of the 2,000 there only remained around 20.
The man who had spoken took off his hood, looked at the preacher and said, Okay Pastor, I got rid of all the hypocrites. Now you may begin your service. Have a nice day!"
And the two men turned and walked out.
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THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS
A young man who had been raised as an atheist was training to be an Olympic diver. The only religious influence in his life came from his outspoken Christian friend. The young diver never really paid much attention to his friend's sermons, but he heard them often.
One night the diver went to the indoor pool at the college he attended. The lights were all off, but as the pool had big skylights and the moon was bright, there was plenty of light to practice by. The young man climbed up to the highest diving board and as he turned his back to the pool on the edge of the board and extended his arms out, he saw his shadow on the wall. The shadow of his body in the shape of a cross. Instead of diving, he knelt down and asked God to come into his life. As the young man stood, a maintenance man walked in and turned the lights on. The pool had been drained for repairs.
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The Ticket
Author Unknown
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little anxious to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow. Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess."
Bob seemed uncertain. Good. "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit-just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct."
Ouch! This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy-one. Would you sit back in your car, please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license? Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. Bob returned to his car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack,
Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it - a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. . . Pray for me. And be careful. My son is all I have left. Bob"
Jack...twisted around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care.
-Love you all!
Ash!
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:35 am
This one should keep us all thinking. Please take the 3 minutes to read this, This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC.
There was a professor of philosophy who was a deeply committed atheist.
His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester to prove that God couldn't exist.
His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic.
Sure, some had argued in the class at times, but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.
At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students;
"If there is anyone who still believes in Jesus, stand up."
In twenty years, not one person had ever stood up.
They knew what he was going to do next.
He would say; "Because anyone who believes in God is a fool.
If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking.
Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't do it."
And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom.
And it would shatter into a hundred pieces.
All of the students would do nothing but stop and stare.
Most of the students thought that God couldn't exist.
Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up.
Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll.
He was a Christian and had heard stories of this professor.
He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid.
But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said, or what the class thought.
Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith...He hoped.
Finally, the day came.
The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!"
The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom.
The professor shouted; "YOU FOOL!"
If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!"
He proceeded to drop the chalk...
But as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe.
As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken.
The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk.
He looked up at the young man, and ran out of the lecture hall.
The young man, who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half-hour.
300 students chose to stay and listen as he told of God's love for them and of his power through Jesus.
You have two choices:
1. Pretend you never read this
2. Pass this along to your Christian and non-Christian friends, giving them encouragement we all need every day.
When you have chosen, you have decided to SIT, or to
STAND UP.
In light of many jokes, we tell to one another for a laugh, this is a little different.
This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.....
Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the bible says?
Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven, provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the bible says?
Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God, but still follow Satan?"
(Who by the way, also "believes" in God)
Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you have e-mails regarding the Lord, you think twice before passing it on?
Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, But the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace?
Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week?
Are you laughing?
Isn't it funny how when you go to tell someone this, you won't because you're not sure what they believe or what they will think of you for telling them?
Isn't it funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us?
---Or is it scary?
...Will YOU pass this on?
I DID. <3
"There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it." -Edith Wharton
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