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Three guys were tried for crimes against humanity. Two guys committed crimes. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were given government trials. Two deserved it One Guy didn't.

Three guys were whipped and beaten. Two guys had it coming. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were given crosses to carry. Two guys earned their crosses. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were mocked and spat at along the way. Two guys cursed and spit back. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were hung on crosses. Two guys deserved it. One Guy didn't.

Three guys talked while they were hung on their crosses. Two guys argued. One Guy didn't.

Three guys agonized over their abandonment. Two guys had reason to be abandoned. One Guy didn't.

Three guys knew death was coming. Two guys resisted. One Guy didn't.

One. Two. Three guys died on three crosses.

Three days later. Two guys remained in their graves. One Guy didn't.

AND THAT ONE GUY LOVES YOU AND ME VERY MUCH! THANK HIM! FOR EVERYTHING!
> When tomorrow starts without me > And I'm not there to see, > If the sun should rise and find your eyes> > > >> > > >All filled with tears for me;> > > >> > > I wish so much you wouldn't cry> > > >> > > The way you did today,> > > >> > > While thinking of the many things,> > > >> > > We didn't get to say.> > > >> > > I know how much you love me,> > > >> > > As much as I love you,> > > >> > > >And each time that you think of me,> > > >> > > I know you'll miss me too;> > > >> > > But when tomorrow starts without me,> > > >> > > >> > Please try to understand,> > > >> > > > >> > That an angel came and called my name,> > > > >> > > >>>> > > >> > And took me by the hand,> > > >> > > > > >> > And said my place > >>>>was ready,> > > >> >> > > >> > In heaven > far > >>>> > > > >above, > > >> >> > > >> > And that > I'd have to leave behind> > >>>> > > >> > > > >> > All those I dearly love.> > > > >> > > > >> > But as I > >>>>turned to walk away,> > > >> > > > >> > A tear > fell from my eye> > > >> > >>>> > > > >> > For all my life, I'd always > thought,> > > >> > > > >> > I > >>>>didn't want to die.> > > >> >> > > >> > I had so > much to > live > >>>> > > > > >for, > > >> >> > > >> > So much left > yet to do,> > > >> > > > > >>>> >> > It seemed almost impossible,> > > >> > > > > >> > That I was leaving > >>>>you.> > > >> > > > >> > I thought of all the > yesterdays,> > > >> > > > > >>>> >> > The good ones and the bad,> > > >> > > > > >> > I thought of all the > >>>>love we shared,> > > >> > > > >> > And all the > fun we had.> > > >> > > > > >>>> >> > If I could relive yesterday,> > > >> > > > > >> > Just even for a > >>>>while,> > > >> > > > >> > I'd say good-bye and > kiss you> > > >> > > > >> > >>>> > And maybe see you smile.> > > >> > > > >> > > But then I fully > >>>>realized,> > > >> > > > >> > That this could > never be,> > > >> > > > >> > >>>> > For emptiness and memories,> > > >> > > > >> > > Would take the place > >>>>of me.> > > >> > > > >> > And when I thought of > worldly things,> > > >> > >>>> > > > >> > I might miss come tomorrow,> > > >> > > > > >> > I thought of > >>>>you, and when I did,> > > >> > > > >> > My heart > was filled with > >>>>sorrow.> > > >> > > > >> > But when I walked > through heaven's gates,> > > >>>> > >> > > > >> > I felt so much at home.> > > >> > > > > >> > When God > >>>>looked down and smiled at me,> > > >> > > > >> > > From His great golden > >>>>throne,> > > >> > > > >> > He said, "This is > eternity,> > > >> > > > >> > >>>> > And all I've promised you."> > > >> > > > >> > > Today your life on > >>>>earth is past,> > > >> > > > >> > But here life > starts anew.> > > >> >> > >>>> > > >> > I promise no > > > > >tomorrow, > > >> > >> > > >> > But today > >>>>will always last,> > > >> > > > >> > And since > each day's the same way> > >>>> > > >> > > > >> > There's no longing for the > past.> > > >> > > > >> > > >>>>You have been so faithful,> > > >> > > > >> > So > trusting and so true.> > >>>> > > >> >> > > >> > Though there > were > >>>> > > > > >times > > >> >> > > >> > You did some > things> > > >> > > > >> > >>>> > You knew you shouldn't do.> > > >> > > > >> > > But you have been > >>>>forgiven> > > >> > > > >> > And now at last > you're free.> > > >> > > > > >>>> >> > So won't you come and take my hand> > > >> > > > > >> > And share my > >>>>life with me?> > > >> > > > >> > So when > tomorrow starts without me,> > > >>>> > >> > > > >> > Don't think we're far apart,> > > > >> > > > >> > For > >>>>every time you think of me,> > > >> > > > >> > > I'm right here, in your > >>>>heart.>
Barefoot and dirty, the little girl just sat in the park and watched >people >go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people >passed, >but not one person glanced her way, no one stopped, including me. The >next >day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl >would still >be there. Right in the very spot she was yesterday, she sat perched >on high, with the saddest look in her eyes. But today I could not >just walk away, >concerned only with my affairs. Instead I found myself walking over >to the >little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not >a place >for young children to play alone. As I began walking towards her, I >could >see the back of the little girl's dress indicated a deformity. I >figured that >was the reason the people just passed by and made no effort to care. >As I got >closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent >stare. I >could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely >shaped in a >humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was okay, I was there >to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a >simple "hello." The little >girl acted shocked and stammered a "hi" after a long stare into my >eyes. I >smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked 'til darkness fell and >the park >was completely empty. Everyone was gone and we were alone. I asked >the girl >why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me and said, "Because I >am >different." I immediately said "That you are!" and smiled. The little >girl >acted even sadder, she said, "I know." "Little girl," I said, "you >remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent." She looked at me and >smiled slowly, she >stood to her feet and said, "Really?" "Yes, dear, you're like a little >guardian angel sent to watch over all those people walking by." She >nodded >her head 'yes' and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and >said, "I >am. I'm your guardian angel," with a twinkle in her eye. I was >speechless, >sure I was seeing things. She said, "And when you began thinking of >someone >other than yourself, my job here was done." Immediately I stood to my >feet >and said, "Wait, so why did no one else stop to help an angel?" She >looked at >me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see me," and she was >gone. With >that my life was changed dramatically. So when you think you're all >you have, remember, your angel is always watching > >over you. Mine was.... Pass this on to everyone that means anything >at all > >to you and make sure you send it back to the person who sent it to >you, to > >let them know you are glad they cared about you...like the story >says, we all >need someone. > >Love always >Maya >Sorrow looks back, >Worry looks around, >Faith looks up
he New School Prayer: > > Now I sit me down in school > Where praying is against the rule > > For this great nation under God > Finds mention of Him very odd. > > If scripture now the class recites > It violates the Bill of Rights > > And any time my head I bow > Becomes a federal matter now > > Our hair can be purple, orange, or green > That's no offense, it's the freedom scene > > The law is specific, the law is precise > Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice > > For praying in a public hall > Might offend someone with no faith at all > > In silence alone we must meditate > God's name is prohibited by the State > > We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks > And pierce our noses, tongues, and cheeks > > They've outlawed guns: But first the Bible > To quote the Good Book makes us liable > > We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen > And the unwed daddy, our Senior King > > It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong > We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong > > We can get our condoms, and birth controls > Study witchcraft, vampires, and totem poles > > But the Ten Commandments are not allowed > No Word of God must reach this crowd > > It's scary here I must confess > When chaos reigns the school's a mess > > So, Lord, this silent plea I make: > Should I be shot, My soul please take. > > Author Unknown
knelt to pray but not for long, > I had too much to do. > I had to hurry and get to work > For bills would soon be due. > So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, > And jumped up off my knees. > My Christian duty was now done > My soul could rest at ease. > All day long I had no time > To spread a word of cheer. > No time to speak of Christ to friends, > They'd laugh at me I'd fear. > No time, no time, too much to do, > That was my constant cry, > No time to give to souls in need > But at last the time, the time to die. > I went before the Lord, > I came, I stood with downcast eyes. > For in his hands God held a book; > It was the book of life. > God looked into his book and said > "Your name I cannot find. > I once was going to write it down... > But never found the time"
Work like you don't need the money.Love like you' ve never been hurt.Dance like nobody is watching.If you don't like the way you were born, try being born again.In the dark? Follow the Son.Is the road you are on gonna get you to Me? -God
A medical doctor provides a physical >>> description: >>> > > The cross is placed on the ground and >>> the exhausted man >>> > > is quickly thrown backwards with his >>> shoulders against the >>> > > wood. The legionnaire feels for the >>> depression at the front of >>> > > the wrist. He drives a heavy, square >>> wrought iron nail through >>> > > the wrist deep into the wood. Quickly, >>> he moves to the other >>> > > side and repeats the action, being >>> careful not to pull the arms >>> > > too tightly, but to allow some flex and >>> movement. >>> > > >>> > > The cross is then lifted into place. The >>> left foot is pressed >>> > > backward against the right foot, and >>> with both feet extended, >>> > > toes down, a nail is driven through the >>> arch of each, leaving the >>> > > knees flexed. >>> > > >>> > > The victim is now crucified. As he >>> slowly sags down with more >>> > > weight on the nails in the wrists, >>> excruciating fiery pain shoots >>> > > along the fingers and up the arms to >>> explode in the brain - the >>> > > nails in the wrists are putting pressure >>> on the median nerves. >>> > > As he pushes himself upward to avoid >>> this stretching torment, >>> > > he places the full weight on the nail >>> through his feet. >>> > > >>> > > Again he feels the searing agony of the >>> nail tearing through >>> > > the nerves between the bones of his >>> feet. As the arms fatigue, >>> > > cramps sweep through his muscles, >>> knotting them deep >>> > > relentless, throbbing pain. >>> > > >>> > > With these cramps comes the inability to >>> push himself upward >>> > > to breathe. Air can be drawn into the >>> lungs but not exhaled. He >>> > > fights to raise himself in order to get >>> even one small breath. >>> > > Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the >>> lungs and in the blood >>> > > stream, and the cramps partially >>> subsided. Spasmodically, he >>> > > is able to push himself upward to exhale >>> and bring in life-giving >>> > > oxygen. Hours of limitless pain, cycles >>> of twisting, joint >>> > > wrenching cramps, intermittent partial >>> asphyxiation, searing >>> > > pain as tissue is torn from his >>> lacerated back as he moves up >>> > > and down against rough timber. >>> > > >>> > > Then another agony begins: a deep, >>> crushing pain deep in the >>> > > chest as the pericardium slowly fills >>> with serum and begins to >>> > > compress the heart. It is now almost >>> over. The loss of tissue >>> > > fluids has reached a critical level-the >>> compressed heart is >>> > > struggling to pump heavy, thick, >>> sluggish blood into the tissues >>> > > and the tortured lungs are making >>> frantic effort to gasp in small >>> > > gulps of air. He can feel the chill of >>> death creeping through his >>> > > tissues...Finally, he can allow his body >>> to die... >>> > > >>> > > All this the Bible records with the >>> simple words, "and they >>> > > crucified Him", >>> > > (Mark 15:24). >>
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and > then wonder why the > world's going to hell. > > Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but > question what the > Bible > says. > > Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided > they do not have to > believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. > > Or is it scary? > > Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but > still follow Satan (who > also > "believes" in God). > > Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through > e-mail and they spread > like > wildfire, but when you start sending messages > regarding the Lord, people > > think twice about sharing. > > 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. > > FUNNY, 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? >
The man whispered "God, speak to me" > > > > > >> >And a meadolark sang > > > > > >> >But the man did not hear. > > > > > > > >> >So the man yelled "God speak to me!" > > > > > >> >And the thunder rolled across the sky > > > > > >> >But the man did not listen > > > > > > > >> >The man looked around and said "God let > me see you" > > > > > >> >And a star shone brightly > > > > > >> >But the man did not notice. > > > > > > > >> >And the man shouted "God show me a > miracle" > > > > > >> >And a life was born > > > > > >> >But the man did not know. > > > > > > > >> >So, the man cried out in despair "Touch > me God and let me know > > that you are here!" > > > > > >> >Whereupon God reached down and touched > the man > > > > > >> >But the man brushed the butterfly away > and walked on. > > > > Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't > packaged the way you expect.
Eleanor Roosevelt wrote: > > Many people will walk in and out of your life, > > But only true friends will leave footprints in your > heart. > > To handle yourself, use your head; > > To handle others, use your heart. > > Anger is only one letter short of danger. > > If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; > > If he betrays you twice, it is your fault. > > Great minds discuss ideas; > > Average minds discuss events; > > Small minds discuss people. > > He who loses money, loses much; > > He, who loses a friend, loses much more; > > He, who loses faith, loses all. > > Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, > > But beautiful old people are works of art. > > Learn from the mistakes of others. > > You can't live long enough to make them all > yourself. > > Friends, you and me.... > > You brought another friend.... > > And then there were 3.... > > We started our group.... > > Our circle of friends.... > > And like that circle.... > > There is no beginning or end.... > > Yesterday is history. > > Tomorrow is mystery. > > Today is a gift.
> >† † † † † † † † † † † † † > > > >This is a true story. It's kinda long, but well > worth it! Regina > > > > > >John Powell, a Professor at Loyola University > in Chicago writes about > >a > > > >student in his Theology of Faith class named > Tommy: > > > >Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my > university students file > >into > > > >the classroom for our first session in the > Theology of Faith. > > > >That was the first day I first saw Tommy. My > eyes and my mind both > > > >blinked. > > > >He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung > six inches below his > > > >shoulders. It was the first time I had ever > seen a boy with hair that > > > > > >long. > > > >I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I > know in my mind that > >it > > > >isn't what's on your head but what's in it that > counts; but on that > >day I > > > >was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I > immediately filed Tommy > >under > > > >"S" for strange . . . very strange. Tommy > turned out to be the > >"atheist > > > in > > > >residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He > constantly objected to, > > > > > >smirked at, or whined about the possibility of > an unconditionally > >loving > > > >Father-God. We lived with each other in > relative peace for one > >semester, > > > >although I admit he was for me at times a > serious pain in the back > >pew. > > > >When he came up at the end of the course to > turn in his final exam, > >he > > > >asked in a slightly cynical tone: "Do you think > I'll ever find God?" > >I > > > decided > > > >instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I > said very emphatically. > > > >"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the > product you were > >pushing." > > > >I let him get five steps from the classroom > door and then called out: > > > > > >"Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find him, but > I am absolutely > >certain > > > >that he will find you!" He shrugged a little > and left my class and > >my > > > life. > > > >I felt slightly disappointed at the thought > that he had missed my > >clever > > > >line: > > > >"He will find you!" At least I thought it was > clever. > > > >Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I > was duly grateful. Then > >a > > > >sad report, I heard that Tommy had terminal > cancer. Before I could > >search > > > him > > > >out, he came to see me. > > > >When he walked into my office, his body was > very badly wasted, and > >the > > > >long hair had all fallen out as a result of > chemotherapy. But his > >eyes > > > were > > > >bright and his voice was firm, for the first > time, I believe. > > > >"Tommy, I've thought about you so often. I hear > you are sick!" I > >blurted > > > >out. "Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in > both lungs. It's a matter > >of > > > >weeks." "Can you talk about it, Tom?" > > > >"Sure, what would you like to know?" > > > >"What's it like to be only twenty-four and > dying?" > > > >"Well, it could be worse." > > > >"Like what?" > > > >"Well, like being fifty and having no values or > ideals, like being > >fifty > > > >and thinking that booze, seducing women, and > making money are the > >real > > > >'biggies' in life." > > > >I began to look through my mental file cabinet > under "S" where I had > > > >filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though > everybody I try to reject > >by > > > >classification God sends back into my life to > educate me.) > > > >"But what I really came to see you about," Tom > said, " is something > >you > > > >said to me on the last day of class." (He > remembered!) He continued, > >"I > > > asked > > > >you if you thought I would ever find God and > you said, 'No!' which > > > >surprised me. Then you said, 'But he will find > you.' I thought > >about > > > that > > > a lot, > > > >even though my search for God was hardly > intense at that time. > > > >(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!) > But when the doctors > > > >removed a lump from my groin and told me that > it was malignant, then > >I > > > got > > > >serious about locating God. And when the > malignancy spread into my > >vital > > > organs, > > > >I really began banging bloody fists against the > bronze doors of > >heaven. > > > >But God did not come out. In fact, nothing > happened. Did you ever try > > > > > >anything for a long time with great effort and > with no success? You > >get > > > >psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. > And then you quit. > >Well, > > > >one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a > few more futile appeals > >over > > > >that high brick wall to a God who may be or may > not be there, I just > > > quit. > > > I > > > >decided that I didn't really care...about God, > about an afterlife, or > > > > > >anything like that. "I decided to spend what > time I had left doing > > > >something more profitable. I thought about you > and your class and I > > > remembered > > > >something else you had said: 'The essential > sadness is to go through > >life > > > >without loving. But it would be almost equally > sad to go through life > >and > > > >leave this world without ever telling those you > loved that you had > >loved > > > >them.' "So I began with the hardest one: my > Dad. He was reading the > > > newspaper > > > >when I approached him." "Dad" > > > >"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the > newspaper. "Dad, I would > >like > > > >to talk with you." > > > >"Well, talk." > > > "I mean. It's really important." > > > >The newspaper came down three slow inches. > > > >"What is it?" > > > >"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know > that." Tom smiled at me > >and > > > >said with obvious satisfaction, as though he > felt a warm and secret > >joy > > > >flowing inside of him. > > > >"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my > father did two things > >I > > > >could never remember him ever doing before. He > cried and he hugged > >me. > > > And > > > we > > > >talked all night, even though he had to go to > work the next morning. > >It > > > >felt so good to be close to my father, to see > his tears, to feel his > >hug, > > > >to hear him say that he loved me. "It was > easier with my mother and > > > little > > > >brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged > each other, and > >started > > > >saying real nice things to each other. We > shared the things we had > >been > > > >keeping secret for so many years. > > > >I was only sorry about one thing: that I had > waited so long. Here I > >was > > > >just beginning to open up to all the people I > had actually been close > >to. > > > >"Then, one day I turned around and God was > there. He didn't come to > >me > > > >when I pleaded with him. I guess I was like an > animal trainer holding > >out > > > a > > > >hoop. 'C'mon, jump through.' 'C'mon, I'll give > you three days .. > > > >three weeks.' Apparently God does things in > his own way and at his > >own > > > >hour. "But the important thing is that he was > there. He found me. You > > > > > >were right. He found me even after I stopped > looking for him." > > > >"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are > saying something very > > > > > >important and much more universal than you > realize. To me, at least, > >you > > > >are saying that the surest way to find God is > not to make him a > >private > > > >possession, a problem solver, or an instant > consolation in time of > >need, > > > >but rather by opening to love. You know, the > Apostle John said that. > >He > > > said > > > >GOD IS LOVE, > > > and anyone who lives in love is living with God > and God is > > > >living in him, ' Tom, could I ask you a favor? > You know, when I had > >you > > > in > > > >class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) > you can make it all up > >to me > > > now. > > > >Would you come into my present Theology of > Faith course and tell them > > > > > >what you have just told me? > > > >If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be > half as effective as if > >you > > > >were to tell them." > > > >"Oooh . . . I was ready for you, but I don't > know if I'm ready for > >your > > > >class." > > > >"Tom, think about it. If and when you are > ready, give me a call." > > > >In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready > for the class, that he > > > >wanted to do that for God and for me. So we > scheduled a date. > >However, he > > > never > > > >made it. He had another appointment, far more > important than the one > > > > > >with me and my class. Of course, his life was > not really ended by his > > > > > death, > > > >only changed. He made the great step from > faith into vision. > > > >He found a life far more beautiful than the eye > of man has ever seen > >or > > > >the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of > man has ever imagined. > > > Before > > > >he died, we talked one last time. "I'm not > going to make it to your > > > class," > > > >he said. "I know, Tom." "Will you tell them > for me? Will you tell > >the > > > whole > > > >world for me?" > > > >"I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best." > > > >So, to all of you who have been kind enough to > hear this simple > >statement > > > >about love, thank you for listening. And to > you, Tommy, somewhere in > >the > > > >sunlit, verdant hills of heaven: "I told them, > Tommy . . . as best I > > > >could." > > > >If this story means anything to you, please > pass it on to a friend or > > > > > >two. > > > >It is a true story and is not enhanced for > publicity purposes. > > > >This is a true story >
> > > > > Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty > five-year-old > > girl. One day > > > when she > > > > and > > > > > her mother were checking out at the grocery > > store, Jenny saw a > > > plastic > > > > > pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she > > wanted that necklace, > > > and when > > > > > she asked her mother if she would buy it > for > > her, her mother > > > said, > > > > "Well, > > > > > it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an > > awful > > > > > lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll > buy > > you the necklace, > > > and when > > > > we > > > > > get home we can make up a list of chores > that > > you can do to pay > > > for the > > > > > necklace. And don't forget that for your > > birthday Grandma just > > > might > > > > give > > > > > you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?" Jenny > > agreed, and her > > > mother bought > > > > > the pearl necklace for her. > > > > > > > > > > Jenny worked on her chores very hard every > > day, and sure enough, > > > her > > > > > grandma gave her a brand new dollar bill > for > > her birthday. Soon > > > Jenny > > > > had > > > > > paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those > > pearls. She wore > > > them > > > > > everywhere; to > > > > > kindergarten, bed and when she went out > with > > her mother to run > > > errands. > > > > > The only time she didn't wear them was in > the > > shower-her mother > > > had told > > > > > her that they would turn her neck green! > > > > > > > > > > Now Jenny had a very loving daddy. When > Jenny > > went to bed, he > > > would get > > > > up > > > > > from his favorite chair every night > > > > > and read Jenny her favorite story. One > night > > when he finished > > > the story, > > > > > he said, "Jenny, do you love me?" "Oh yes, > > > > > > Daddy, you know I love you," the little > girl > > said. "Well, then, > > > give me > > > > > your pearls." "Oh! Daddy, not my pearls!" > > Jenny said. "But you > > > can > > > > have > > > > > Rosie, my favorite doll. Remember her? > You > > gave her to me last > > > year > > > > for > > > > > my birthday. And you can have her tea party > > outfit, too. Okay?" > > > "Oh no, > > > > > darling, that's okay." Her father brushed > > her cheek with a > > > kiss. > > > > > "Good night, little one." A week later, her > > father once again > > > asked > > > > Jenny > > > > > after her story,"Do you love me?" "Oh yes, > > Daddy, you know I > > > love you." > > > > > "Well, then, give me your pearls." "Oh, > > Daddy, not my pearls! > > > But you > > > > > can > > > > > have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember > > her? She's my > > > favorite. > > > > Her > > > > > hair is so soft, and you can play with it > and > > braid it and > > > > everything.You > > > > > can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy," > the > > little girl said > > > to her > > > > > father. "No, that's okay," her father said > > and brushed her cheek > > > again > > > > > with a kiss. "God bless you, little one. > > Sweet dreams." Several > > > days > > > > > later, when Jenny's father came in to read > > her a story, Jenny > > > was > > > > sitting > > > > > on her bed and her lip was trembling. > "Here, > > Daddy," she said, > > > and held > > > > > out her hand. She opened it and her beloved > > pearl necklace was > > > inside. > > > > > She let it slip into her father's hand. > With > > one hand her father > > > held > > > > the > > > > > plastic pearls and with the other he pulled > > out of his pocket a > > > blue > > > > > velvet box. Inside of the box were real, > > genuine, beautiful > > > pearls. He > > > > had > > > > > had them all along. He was > > > > > waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap > stuff > > so he could give > > > her the > > > > real > > > > > thing. > > > > > > > > > > So it is with our Heavenly Father. He is > > waiting for us to give > > > up the > > > > > cheap things in our lives so he can give us > > beautiful treasures. > > > Isn't > > > > God > > > > > good?
>I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to >hold. >He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black, >and all your joys in the gold." > >I heeded His words, and in the two boxes >both my joys and sorrows I stored. >Though the gold became heavier each day, >the black was as light as before. > >With curiosity, I opened the black; >I wanted to find out just why. >And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole >Through which my sorrows had fallen away. > >I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud, >"I wonder where my sorrows could be. > They were there just a second ago!" > >He smiled a gentle smile to me, saying >"My child, they're all here with me." > >I asked, "God, why give me the boxes, >Why the gold, and the black with the hole?" > >"My child, the gold is for you to count your >blessings, > and the black is for you to let go."
Satan c/o Hell, Hey Satan! You really shook me up last night! Having someone go into a Youth Rally and shoot people, that seemed cruel even or you! You almost had me discouraged and disheartened. Almost. Then started to realize what was really going on.. My main question was why are you attacking Christian Youth? Then it hit me, fear. You realize that these are the people that will turn the tide of your "battle". You are so afraid because these youth aren't afraid of your conventional weapons. Peer pressure, drugs, sex, greed are all failing as these kids are standing up and saying "NO! I choose to honor God with my behavior." You tried cranking up the heat, making the culture more enticing to them, and they still say "NO!" So you try to use the weapon that works well with adults, fear. That's not working. You killed them in Paducah, KY but still they pray. You shot them because they said eyes to Jesus in Littleton, CO and they still choose to walk with God. Now you murder them in Fort Worth, and they will still Worship our awesome God. In case you haven't figured it out yet, it won't work! Our kids won't cave in to you!! They are going to do exactly that you fear most, they will pray for strength. And God will give it to them! He will give them strength to keep going. They will spark a revival in our nation that will turn millions back to God. Once again, Jesus's love will beat your hate! Oh and as for trying to make them feel that life is hopeless, that's where I come in. I won't let that happen. I will fight you every step of the way, showing the hope that is the unconditional love of Jesus Christ. You see, I know we have not been given a spirit of fear, but God calls us His children, and you don't mess with one of Gods kids! So take your shots and try, but we will not cave, and we're finished being on the defensive. Jesus tells us that the Gates of Hell can't stop us, and we're claiming that promise. So get ready for the battle of your life. Problem for you is, that you have already lost. You lost 2,000 years ago when you tried to kill Jesus. Now the students that you kill are standing with him, no more pain, laughing at you and your feeble attempt at victory. Please understand this is no less than a declaration of war. You may want to give up now, cause our Dad is on our side and Jesus told us that if He is for us, nobody can stand against us. So if you desire, we will accept your unconditional surrender, otherwise lets get ready to rumble!! Your sworn enemies forever -----The Youth of this Country ,
Hell is real I went into my classroom ready for another year of school. I didn't want the work, I just to hang and be cool I had on new clothes, New sneaks on my feet. I was there for class on time Went to the back and took my seat. Yeah, I'm moving up. I'm already grown Soon I'll be graduating And out on my own. I talked to some of my freinds. We were all having fun. Said some things I shouldn't have said, Did stuff I shoudn't have done. I knew I was different I felt god touch my heart. I knew I should set a stadard, But then I'd be set apart. Walking to the bus, Iwas not looking for strength. I heard the car tires screeching, But now it's to late. I'm standing in this room And I can see the heavenly gate. Oh no! I never prayed. I thought I had the time to get it straight. An angel walked to me. With a book in his hand. I knew it was the book of life. When would this dream end. I told him my name And he began to look. Then he looked at me sadly and said, Your name is not in this book. Angel this is a dream. No, I can't be dead! He closed the book and turned away. He wispered- you cannot proceed ahead. No...no this can't be real. Angel, you can't turn me away. Let me talk to God. Maybe He will let me stay He led me to the gate. Jesus came to me, He did not let me in but said, Beloved what is your need? Jesus, I cried,Please Don't cast me away from you. Tear's ran down his face as he said, You knew what you needed to do. Lord please I'm young. I never thought i would die. I thought i would have plenty of time. Death caught me by surprise. Lord, I went to church. Please Jesus I beleive. He said you would not accept me. My love you would not receive. Lord there were to many Hypocrites. They weren't being true. He took a step back and asked. What does that have to do with you? lord my family claimed to be saved, They wern't real. you know. He said, I died for you, Now i have to go. I fell to my knees crying to Him. Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow. I couldn't make Him understand. I had never felt so much sorrow. Then it hit me hard,I said Lord where will I go? He looked in to my eyes and said, My child you already know. Please Jesus I begged The place is so hot. It seemed to trouble and greive Him. He said, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT. Lord Your supposed to love me. How can you send me to Damnation. He replied, With your mouth you said you loved me, But each day you rejected My salvation. With that in an instant, Day turned into night. I never knew such torture could be. Now to late i know the Bible is right. If i can tell you anything, Hell has no age. It is a place of torture, Separated from God and full of rage. You know i thought it was a funny-a joke, But this one thing is true. If you never accept Jesus Christ HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!!!! So please ask Him into your hear
> > The New Footprints > > Now imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking along the beach together. > > For much of the way the Lord's footprints go along steadily,consistently, > rarely varying in the pace. > > But your prints are in a disorganized stream of zig zags, starts, stops, > turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For much of the way it > seems to go like this. But gradually, your footprints come in line with the > Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as > true friends. > > This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens; your footprints > that once etched the sand next to the Master's are now walking precisely > in His steps. Inside His large footprints is the smaller "sandprint," safely > enclosed. You and Jesus are becoming one; this goes on for many miles. > > But gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the larger > footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually it disappears altogether. > There is only one set of footprints. They have become one; again this goes on > for a long time. > > But then something awful happens. The second set of footprints is back. > This time it seems even worse than before. Zig zags all over the place. > Stop...start. Deep gashes in the sand. A veritable mess of prints. You're > amazed and shocked. But this is the end of your dream. > Now you speak: "Lord, I understand the first scene with the zig zags, > fits, starts and so on. I was a new Christian, just learning. But You > walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You". > > "That is correct," replied the Lord. > > "Then, when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually > learning to walk in Your steps. I followed You very closely." > > "Very good. You have understood everything so far." > > "Then the smaller footprints grew and eventually filled in with Yours. I > suppose that I was actually growing so much that I was becoming more like > You in every way." > > "Precisely." > > "But this is my question, Lord. Was there a regression of something? = > The footprints went back to two, and this time it was worse than the first." > > The Lord smiles, then laughs. "You didn't know?" He says. "That was = > when we danced." > > FOR HE WILL TURN YOUR MOURNING INTO DANCING!!!!!!!
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand-me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would. My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. I hope you have a job by then. It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born and your old dog put to sleep. I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a Disney movie and your little brother wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him.I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days when you have to catch a ride I hope your driver doesn't have to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your mom. If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use those newfangled computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head. I hope you get razzed by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what Ivory soap tastes like. May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I hope you get sick when someone blows cigar smoke in your face. I don't care if you try beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa and go fishing with your uncle. May you feel sorrow at a funeral and the joy of holidays. I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster of Paris mold of your hand. These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. Are we friends or are we not? You told me once but I forgot. So tell me now and tell me true. So I can say....... "I'm here for you." Of all the friends I've ever met, you're the one I won't forget. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you. Send this to all of your friends that mean the most to you and let them know that they are your good friend! "We secure our friends not by accepting favors but by doing them." I Really Liked This..Hope You Do Too..... These things I wish for each of you. By Paul Harvey
<< ><< Close to the door he paused to stand > > as he took his class ring off her hand > > all who were watching did not speak > > as a silent tear ran down his cheek > > and through his mind the memories ran > > of the moments they walked > > and laughed in the sand > > but now her eyes were so terrible cold > > for he would never again > > > > have her to hold > > they watched in silence > > > > as he bent near > > and whispered the words...... > > "I LOVE YOU" in her ear > > he touched her face and started to cry > > as he put on his ring and wanted to die > > and just then the wind began to blow > > as they lowered her casket into the snow.... > > this is what happens to man alive...... > > .....when friends let friends..... > > drink and drive.
<< Good Morning: > > I am God. Today I will be handling all > of your problems. Please remember that > I do not need your help. > > If the devil happens to deliver a > situation to you that you cannot handle, > DO NOT attempt to resolve it. Kindly > put it in the SFGTD (something for God > to do) Box. It will be addressed in MY > time, not yours. > > Once the matter is placed into the box, > do not hold on to it or attempt to > remove it. Holding on or removal will > delay the resolution of your problem. > > If it is a situation that you think you > are capable of handling, please consult > me in prayer to be sure that it is the > proper resolution. > > Because I do not sleep nor do I slumber, > there is no need for you to lose any > sleep. Rest my child. If you need to > contact me, I am only a prayer away. >
When you are sad, I will dry your tears. When you are scared, I will comfort your fears. When you are worried, I will give you hope. When you are confused, I will help you cope. And when you are lost, And can't see the light. I shall be your beacon Shining ever so bright This is my oath. I pledge till the end. Why you may ask? Because you're my friend.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index cards files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phil. 4:13
this is long but its interesting the whole way through and REALLY cool"Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. "You're a Christian, aren't you, son?" "Yes, sir." "So you believe in God?" "Absolutely." "Is God good?" "Sure! God's good." "Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?" "Yes." "Are you good or evil?" "The Bible says I'm evil." The professor grins knowingly. "Ahh! THE BIBLE!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? Would you try?" "Yes sir, I would." "So you're good...!" "I wouldn't say that." "Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could... in fact most of us would if we could... God doesn't. [No answer.] "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?" [No answer] The elderly man is sympathetic. "No, you can't, can you?" He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones. "Let's start again, young fella." "Is God good?" "Er... Yes." "Is Satan good?" "No." "Where does Satan come from?" The student falters. "From... God..." "That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?" The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen." He turns back to the Christian. "Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?" "Yes, sir." "Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?" "Yes." "Who created evil? [No answer] "Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness. All the terrible things - do they exist in this world? " The student squirms on his feet. "Yes." "Who created them? " [No answer] The professor suddenly shouts at his student. "WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!" The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Christian's face. In a still small voice: "God created all evil, didn't He, son?" [No answer] The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues, "How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?" The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world. "All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn't it, young man?" [No answer] "Don't you see it all over the place? Huh?" Pause. "Don't you?" The professor leans into the student's face again and whispers, "Is God good?" [No answer] "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?" The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor. I do." The old man shakes his head sadly. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen him? " "No, sir. I've never seen Him." "Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?" "No, sir. I have not." "Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus... in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?" [No answer] "Answer me, please." "No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't." "You're AFRAID... you haven't?" "No, sir." "Yet you still believe in him?" "...yes..." "That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling. "According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?" [The student doesn't answer] "Sit down, please." The Christian sits...Defeated. Another Christian raises his hand. "Professor, may I address the class?" The professor turns and smiles. "Ah, another Christian in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering." The Christian looks around the room. "Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I've got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?" "Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat." "Is there such a thing as cold?" "Yes, son, there's cold too." "No, sir, there isn't." The professor's grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold. The second Christian continues. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458 - You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it." Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom. "Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?" "That's a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn't darkness? What are you getting at...?" "So you say there is such a thing as darkness?" "Yes..." "You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, Darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you...give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?" Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him. "This will indeed be a good semester. Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?" "Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error...." The professor goes toxic. "Flawed...? How dare you...!"" "Sir, may I explain what I mean?" The class is all ears. "Explain... oh, explain..." The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue. "You are working on the premise of duality," the Christian explains. "That for example there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it." The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbor who has been reading it. "Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?" "Of course there is, now look..." "Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of morality. Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?" The Christian pauses. "Isn't evil the absence of good?" The professor's face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless. The Christian continues. "If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing? The Bible tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free will, choose good over evil." The professor bridles. "As a philosophical scientist, I don't vie this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable." "I would have thought that the absence of God's moral code in this world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going," the Christian replies. "Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?" "If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do." "Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?" The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare. "Professor. Since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a priest?" "I'll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?" the professor hisses. "So you don't accept God's moral code to do what is righteous?" "I believe in what is - that's science!" "Ahh! SCIENCE!" the student's face splits into a grin. "Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..." "SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?" the professor splutters. The class is in uproar. The Christian remains standing until the commotion has subsided. "To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I give you an example of what I mean?" The professor wisely keeps silent. The Christian looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out in laughter. The Christian points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor. "Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain... felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?" No one appears to have done so. The Christian shakes his head sadly. "It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor's brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that the professor has no brain." The class is in chaos. The Christian sits... Because that is what a chair is for.

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