I haven't been able to get into the "blogging spirit" lately. I guess I'm just too tired from all of the goings on with the holidays, and also, this is a very busy time at the hospital. Everyone is SICK!!...so the hospital is full to overflowing, and then, because everyone is sick, that means the employees are calling in sick....which leaves the rest of us working short, to take care of a hospital overflowing with sick people!!! WHEW!! No wonder I'm tired!! LOL
But, since I will be at work for the last two days of the year, I wanted to take this moment to wish everyone a very Happy New Year!!
I was visiting another blog, and saw something that I liked, so I will borrow it. It is a wish to you, from me, for 2008.
"May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had, forget your home address!"
May you all be blessed abundantly in the new year to come......
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Single Adult's Christmas Party
Tonight we had our single adults Christmas party. It was held at Bro. Morton's house, and we had a BLAST!!
This was for the singles 30 years old and over. We had about 55-60 people there. That's more people than some home missions churches have!! LOL You would think with that many singles, surely some of them would match up, wouldn't you??? (It happens once in a while.)
First we ate. Then we ate again. After that, it was time to eat again. WHEW!! There was a LOT of food. When we finally finished eating, we played a game. We all had a wrapped gift and while Sharon read a Christmas story, every time she said the words "right" or "left", that was the way we passed our gift. For instance, if she said..."when they reached Bethlehem, they went "right" to the inn (we passed it right), but they found there was no room "left" in the inn (we passed it left). It was pretty funny, actually. When the story ended, we kept the gift that was in our hands. Then we played a game where we had to put the words to a song in order, and then sing it.
After we played some games, we presented Bro. Morton with a gift. Sandy and I wanted to give him a "gag" gift, so this is what we came up with. We gave him a real fishing license....this to a man who doesn't even like to fish!! LOL But, we had a motive....I wrote a poem that I read before we presented him with the gift. This is how it went.
"Twas the night before Christmas, and sitting right there,
the preacher was cozy, kicked back in his chair.
He had a red face, and a little round belly,
that shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was not relaxing, his mind was a spinning,
thinking about saints, revival, soul winning.
Then out on the lawn he heard lots of chatter,
he sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
He looked out the window, and saw women a plenty.
Oh, NO, he thought......I don't even want ONE, I sure don't want TWENTY!!
But being the kindly old gent that he is,
he opened the door hoping nothing's amiss.
The ladies were holding a gift in their hands.
"To help with soul winning throughout the lands".
God called us to witness and for souls to win,
Jesus even said He'd make you fishers of MEN.
So we are writing this poor little jingle,
In hopes that you'll make sure that those MEN are SINGLE!!!!!
He got a real kick out of that!! Especially when he opened the gift and saw the fishing license!! He threatened to have me read the poem at church tomorrow night, but I know he wouldn't be brave enough!! LOL
We sang Christmas Carols, then cleaned up and went home. It really was a good party and I am very tired, but I wanted to post this before I go to bed. Here is a slide show of some pictures.
This was for the singles 30 years old and over. We had about 55-60 people there. That's more people than some home missions churches have!! LOL You would think with that many singles, surely some of them would match up, wouldn't you??? (It happens once in a while.)
First we ate. Then we ate again. After that, it was time to eat again. WHEW!! There was a LOT of food. When we finally finished eating, we played a game. We all had a wrapped gift and while Sharon read a Christmas story, every time she said the words "right" or "left", that was the way we passed our gift. For instance, if she said..."when they reached Bethlehem, they went "right" to the inn (we passed it right), but they found there was no room "left" in the inn (we passed it left). It was pretty funny, actually. When the story ended, we kept the gift that was in our hands. Then we played a game where we had to put the words to a song in order, and then sing it.
After we played some games, we presented Bro. Morton with a gift. Sandy and I wanted to give him a "gag" gift, so this is what we came up with. We gave him a real fishing license....this to a man who doesn't even like to fish!! LOL But, we had a motive....I wrote a poem that I read before we presented him with the gift. This is how it went.
"Twas the night before Christmas, and sitting right there,
the preacher was cozy, kicked back in his chair.
He had a red face, and a little round belly,
that shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was not relaxing, his mind was a spinning,
thinking about saints, revival, soul winning.
Then out on the lawn he heard lots of chatter,
he sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
He looked out the window, and saw women a plenty.
Oh, NO, he thought......I don't even want ONE, I sure don't want TWENTY!!
But being the kindly old gent that he is,
he opened the door hoping nothing's amiss.
The ladies were holding a gift in their hands.
"To help with soul winning throughout the lands".
God called us to witness and for souls to win,
Jesus even said He'd make you fishers of MEN.
So we are writing this poor little jingle,
In hopes that you'll make sure that those MEN are SINGLE!!!!!
He got a real kick out of that!! Especially when he opened the gift and saw the fishing license!! He threatened to have me read the poem at church tomorrow night, but I know he wouldn't be brave enough!! LOL
We sang Christmas Carols, then cleaned up and went home. It really was a good party and I am very tired, but I wanted to post this before I go to bed. Here is a slide show of some pictures.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Season's in Life
The following was e-mailed to me by a friend, and I liked it so much that I am posting it here. Enjoy...
There was an Indian Chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest.., in turn.., to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the Winter, the second in the Spring, the third in Summer, and the youngest son in the Fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said 'no' it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful. It was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you can not judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up. If you give up when it's Winter, you will miss the promise of your Spring, the beauty of your Summer, the fulfillment of your Fall.
Moral: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come.
There was an Indian Chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest.., in turn.., to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the Winter, the second in the Spring, the third in Summer, and the youngest son in the Fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said 'no' it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful. It was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you can not judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up. If you give up when it's Winter, you will miss the promise of your Spring, the beauty of your Summer, the fulfillment of your Fall.
Moral: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come.
Monday, December 3, 2007
One Life
He was born in a stable
in an obscure village,
From there He traveled,
Less than 200 miles.
He never won an election,
He never went to college,
He never owned a home,
He never had a lot of money.
He became a nomadic preacher,
Popular opinion turned against Him,
He was betrayed by a close friend,
And His other friends ran away.
He was unjustly condemned to death,
Crucified on a cross, among common thieves,
On a hill overlooking the town dump,
And when dead, laid in a borrowed grave.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone,
Empires have risen and fallen,
Mighty armies have marched,
And powerful rulers have reigned.
Yet, no one has affected men as much as He,
He is the central figure of the human race,
He is the Messiah, the Son of God
JESUS CHRIST
--Kristone
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