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Purred: Tue May 24, '11 8:37am PST 
It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista , CA . He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to 'explain God.' I wonder if any of us could have done as well?
[ ..... and he had such an assignment, in California , and someone published it. I guess miracles do happen! ... ]




EXPLANATION OF GOD:
'One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.'

'God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off.'

'God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.'

'Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista ..... At least there aren't any who come to our church.'

'Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God.. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.'

'His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.'

'You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.'

'You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God!

Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.'

'If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.'

'But.....you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases.

And...that's why I believe in God.'


(If you believe in God, please pass this on, and may God bless you too.)

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I got THE- power!! Jesus.
 
 
Purred: Wed May 25, '11 5:36am PST 
“ “First go and be reconciled. . . . ” ”
Matthew 5:24 (NIV)
The doctor had given me good news, but to be safe he suggested a lab test. He sent me back to the waiting room to pick up a container, where I spoke to a receptionist I’d come to know almost as a friend. “I’ll alert the lab,” she said. We chatted briefly, and I took a seat and waited. . . and waited. . . and waited. The lab technician came out several times but called other patients. Meanwhile, the receptionist had gone on a break.

Finally I got up and went over to the relief receptionist. “How long does it take to pick up a specimen container? I’ve been waiting more than thirty-five minutes!"

She admitted it shouldn’t take that long, adding, “I don’t know what happened." “

"Where can I file a complaint?” I demanded.

Just then the regular receptionist returned. Immediately, she apologized for misunderstanding my request, thinking I’d needed to speak with the technician. “I could have gotten the container myself,” she said. “I’m so sorry."

Still fuming, I took the container and left. Afterward, though, I realized I was the one in the wrong. Ashamed, I prayed, Lord, help me to make this right .

Not an hour later the receptionist phoned to confirm an upcoming appointment for my wife. “I didn’t know if I dared call,” she said. I immediately asked her to forgive me for my actions and took the blame for not communicating clearly.

“Then we’re still friends?” she asked, her voice brightening.

“You bet,” I said.

Father, whenever I’m in the wrong, help me to do the right thing.

By Harold Hostetler

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Purred: Sat May 28, '11 9:24am PST 
May 28, 2011
“ “Love each other as I have loved you.” ”
John 15:12 (NIV)
His name is Isaac. His parents call him Ikey, but I call him Yikey.

My name fits him best.

He’s eighteen months old and the first grandson in our family with lots of little girls who love to have tea parties and play dress-up and pretend they’re princesses. When Yikey was born, I wondered if I would be able to relate as easily to a little boy.

And he is all boy! From the moment he could crawl, he was able to move himself to the most unlikely spots—like the top of the stove. He didn’t learn to walk; he only learned to run, and now he moves quickly, taking tiny, lightning-fast baby steps. His parents lock any door leading outside, because he can escape from almost anywhere, Houdini-style. And now he’s able to move himself more quickly to those unlikely spots.

The other night, his family came over for dinner and we were all gathered in the kitchen. I glanced outside to the patio, where I’d set the table for dinner, and saw Yikey sitting comfortably cross-legged in the middle of the table, lifting a jar containing a lighted candle. Thankfully, it was I rather than Yikey who seemed in need of treatment a few minutes later. I could hardly stop hyperventilating after rescuing him in the nick of time.

Yikey is a fearless, tough little guy, but he’s started sharing one incredibly tender gesture with me. “Oma, nose!” he calls to me as he scrunches up his nose. With our faces close together, we touch and then brush noses.

“I love you, Yikey,” I tell him. More than I ever could have imagined.

Lord, Your gift of children teaches us many surprising lessons about love.

By Carol Kuykendall


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Purred: Sun May 29, '11 6:48am PST 
Love Island
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Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings
lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others,
including love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island
was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean.
So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.

Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve
the island paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was
time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.
Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked,
"Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"
Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and
gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a
beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."
"I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will
damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please
let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I
just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, " Happiness, please
take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he
didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love,
I will take you with me." It was an elder.

Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the
elder his name.

When they arrived on land the elder went on his way.
Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked,
"Who was it that helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered.

"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

~Author Unknown

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Purred: Mon May 30, '11 6:10am PST 
The Battles Within
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I was reading the summaries of the New York Times 10 Best Books
of The Year. One of the books, "The Republic of Suffering" was
about the American Civil War. I had not realized the extent of
the deaths of the war. Here is an excerpt from the book:

"In the middle of the nineteenth century, the United States
embarked on a new relationship with death, entering into a
civil war that proved bloodier than any other conflict in
American history, a war that would presage the slaughter of
World War I's Western Front and the global carnage of the
twentieth century.

The number of soldiers who died between 1861 and 1865, an
estimated 620,000, is approximately equal to the total American
fatalities in the Revolution, the War of 1812, the Mexican War,
the Spanish-American War, World War I, World War II, and the
Korean War combined. The Civil War's rate of death, its
incidence in comparison with the size of the American
population, was six times that of World War II. A similar rate,
about 2 percent, in the United States today would mean six
million fatalities."

Approximately 50,000 U.S. soldiers were killed in Vietnam and
almost 5,000 in the war in Iraq. The civil war took over ten
times MORE lives than those two U.S. conflicts.

So what's the big deal and why is this a MountainWings Moment?

It is home.

Conflict at home causes more damage than conflict among strangers
and those outside of our homes, that's why.

It's true in war. It's true in our personal lives. We've lost
more people and peace fighting among ourselves than we've lost
fighting others who are neither close in blood or heart.

So it was then.
So it is now.
So it shall be.


"Fools are worrying about nations not getting along
and I have them not getting along with the people in the office
I've got them at war with the people they see everyday
I have them at war with the people under the same roof
I even have them at war with the person in the same bed."
~ from http://www.InterviewWithTheDevil.com ~

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I got THE- power!! Jesus.
 
 
Purred: Tue May 31, '11 6:38am PST 
What Prayer Can Do

Prayer for a Puppy
by Kati Pratt

I was having lunch with my friend Mary when I told her about my fruitless quest for a new puppy. Daisy, my beloved canine companion of 16 years, had died. Now I was finally ready for a new dog. I wanted a small female like Daisy, but none of the kennels and shelters I visited had what I was looking for. “I just can’t find a puppy that’s right,” I announced. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Kati,” Mary said, “you need to turn this over to God.”

As soon as I got home I did as she suggested. “Please, Lord, send a puppy just for me,” I prayed.

A month went by, and I continued my pursuit. Then one day I visited a shelter I had never been to. After looking at rows and rows of puppies, one cage in the last building caught my eye. Inside was a mother with three tiny squirming creatures. I picked one up and it snuggled in my hand. I was in love.

The puppy was male and, judging from his mother, would be over 20 pounds full grown—nothing like what I had been looking for—but I knew without a doubt that he was meant to be mine.

“I have to see if he’s old enough to be separated from his mother,” the woman at the front desk explained when I told her I wanted to adopt the puppy. She looked at his records and said, “You’re in luck. He was born August sixteenth, so he’s just old enough to take.”

That date sounded familiar. Later, when I pulled out my scheduler I knew why. Sure enough, there was a notation on my puppy’s birthday: “Lunch with Mary.”

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Purred: Wed Jun 1, '11 6:08am PST 
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. . . . ”
-I JOHN 4:18
Julee and I have owned four dogs since we’ve lived in our Manhattan apartment building, and our neighbor Tony has been terrified of every one of them—until Millie. Not that our other dogs were vicious; no, it was Tony. He had a lifelong fear of dogs. Even when our cocker spaniel Sally was hobbling around with arthritis, Tony refused to get in the elevator with us. The mere sight of Marty, our hundred-pound Labrador retriever, was enough to make Tony go weak in the knees. “I don’t hate your dogs,” Tony tried to explain from a safe distance. “I’m just afraid of them.”

For years I tried to keep our dogs away from Tony, pulling them back when we crossed paths with him in the lobby, crossing to the other side of the street when we saw him outside. Then came Millie, our now-three-year-old golden retriever. If you’ve ever known a golden, you know that they are the sweetest creatures God has created.

During their first couple of encounters, I tried to pull my big puppy back from Tony as he retreated in terror. Millie wasn’t having it. She sat down politely, tail swishing on the floor and waited for Tony to pass. Then when they met, she tried to approach him, head down, moving slowly, but determined to show him she was a friend. One day he put his hand out tentatively and patted Millie on the head. Millie was thrilled. Tony couldn’t believe he’d done it. “Wow!” was all he could say.

Nowadays Tony gets down on one knee to give Millie a bear hug while she nuzzles his neck. And you know what? Tony stopped me the other day and asked, “Can you recommend a good place to adopt a dog?”

It’s only fair, I guess. A dog already adopted him.

God, Your love abides in many forms—some four-legged—that bring joy to the heart. Thank You for the time we have with them.

By Edward Grinnan

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Purred: Sun Jun 5, '11 7:36am PST 
“ Sing unto the Lord a new song. . . . ”
Psalm 98:1
Unsung Heroes

Hey, Mom, did you see who just came in?” Brock whispered to me as the opening hymn began. I glanced back to see one of Nashville’s music heroes sitting in the back pew. In a town where music is big business, it’s not unusual to run into Dolly Parton at the post office or Amy Grant at the grocery store, and try as we might to treat them as regular people, there’s a star-shine about them.

After years of watching the coming and going of great numbers of people in our church—a few famous, most not—I’ve become quite good at recognizing the people God most certainly sees as heroes.

“Hey, did you see who just came in? It’s Penn, the guy who picks up stray animals at the shelter and takes them to visit the residents at s nearby nursing home"

“Wow! Guess who’s sitting in the back row? It’s Tom. He lost both his parents, and six months later, his wife came down with cancer . . . I don’t know how anybody could soldier through that dark night, but here he is."

“You’re not going to believe who’s walking down the aisle! It’s Everett. A stroke might have taken his voice, but nothing could defeat that smile!"

“Hey, Kristin’s in her usual place, divorced with two young children, still teaching Sunday school and making sure our refugee family has a ride to the grocery store."

Unsung heroes, too many to mention, bring a special shine to our Sunday mornings. If I could carry a tune, I’d sing them a song that would knock their socks off.

Father, we sing the praises of those very special people who never quit saying yes to life. Let me be a hero like them.

By Pam Kidd

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Purred: Sun Jun 26, '11 6:06am PST 
My Friend
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I have been shy all my life.

I have had friends, they come and go. Never in all my life did
I realize what a true friend can be until one nice day, and one
nice word changed my life forever.

Two years ago, I found out I have Agoraphobia.
This is a general fear of people and places.
It was a long road to discover this.

I had found out a few years before that I had three lung
diseases and had to leave a long time job I was very proud of.
On the tail of that, I found out I had even more things wrong
with my health, RLS - restless leg syndrome, IBS - irritable
bowel syndrome, and Gerd just to name a few.

Needless to say, life had not been great of late. Many times I
could not even handle the small things, like a shower, a
long overdue visit to my mother or letters which needed to be
sent in a timely manner did not go out in time.

My only joy was my Fiancé. He seemed to understand most of the
time what difficulties I was going through, and excused my dirty
house, lack of home-cooked meals, and he was always helpful when
I needed him. Especially for a shoulder to cry on. You see, I
could not even leave the house very often, because I would get
so much anxiety, I would get sick.

Life was not much fun, and I had no one to come see me most of
the time. I would cry more about my loneliness than anything.
My love would try to calm me.

One day I went outside to water the few plants; I was able to
handle this last year (against the anxiety I have every time I
walk out the door) and I heard someone calling out to me.

My first instinct was to ignore this voice and run back in to
the sanctuary of my home. But for some reason, this time I
responded to the voice by looking up and acknowledging her
words. She was saying, "Hello, my name is Laurie and I was
wondering if you would like to come over and play cards some
time?" Call it instinct or some such thing, because I found
myself shouting back "Sure, love to."

That was only four short months ago, and they have been the
happiest four months of my life! It took me a week or more to
actually come around and get to know her. But once we began to
talk, we realized we would be friends for life.

We are both 38 years old, we went to the same school here in our
home town, we love the same music, and the same food (she is
almost as good as MOM when she cooks!) We both love the same
movies, knick-knacks, camping, fishing, and traveling.

We both say the same things at the same time and have even tried
to pick the same thing up and bumped heads doing so, which sent
us into gails of laughter!

Now I suppose this is only coincidental that we are so much
alike, but I like to think Daddy and God are looking over me,
and they sent me an Angel!

My new found friend was always there. The school we both
attended during the very same years, which was almost twenty-
five years ago and the fact that she has lived across from me
for the last 7 years does not matter now, but sometimes we talk
of all the good times we have missed.

My friend was lonely too you see, so maybe I am her Angel and
her mother and God are looking after her too. I have cried as I
have written this, but for once they are tears of joy. I can
hardly wait for her to come home from work tonight. I know we
will say something at the same time, and laugh like there is no
tomorrow, or plug in a movie and bite our nails together through
the suspense.

It does not matter what we do, as long as I have my ANGEL!

~Written by MountainWings subscriber, Lisa Byers~

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Purred: Mon Jun 27, '11 6:53am PST 
June 26, 2011

“ “And I, the Messiah, have authority even to decide what men can do on Sabbath days!” ”
Mark 2:28 (TLB)

Sundays Should Be Special

When I was a child, Sunday was a “set apart” day. We had Sunday only clothes: two dresses each for my sister and me, a pair of slacks for our brother. After church, we had a special dinner, usually fried chicken. It was served about 2:00 pm, just when we kids thought we’d die of hunger. Unless we had guests, afternoons were spent resting or reading. Evenings meant leftovers from dinner and church again.

For my family—and, I suspect, for many other families—Sunday no longer follows a strict pattern. We aren’t bound by rules regarding activities or travel. After Sunday school and worship, my husband Don and I eat out or have a light meal. We often visit or entertain friends. We may watch a movie or catch up on yard work. But every so often I wondered about the way I observed Sunday. Is it okay to eat out? Read a best-selling novel? Should my observances be holier?

Then I read Aunt Annie’s article “Sundays Should Be Special.” She told of taking home my three-year-old sister Amanda after an overnight visit. The first question Amanda asked Mother was “Did you have Sunday while I was gone?"

“No,” Mother answered, “it wasn’t Sunday here or anywhere else in the country."“

Oh goody!” Amanda cried. “I didn’t want to miss it!” It was obvious that Sunday was already a special day to Amanda, something to look forward to.

Perhaps, Aunt Annie suggested, Sunday should be so special to all of us that we eagerly look forward to it and remember it as a day of worship, thanksgiving and service—always joyful, never dull.

Please, Lord, don’t let me miss Sunday!

By Penney Schwab

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