JAME’S 2: 14 14 What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? 15 Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. 16 If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? 17 In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead. 18 But someone will say, "You have faith; I have deeds." Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do. 19 You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that--and shudder.
Monday, 21 November 2011
Saturday, 22 October 2011
FIRST AFFILIATE BAPTISM.
"BAPTISM""Dear members and friends, Shalom"
To all who are interested in the progress of our international church. “Tender- Loving- Care-International” we are having a very important day tomorrow. Our international church’s very first international Baptism. “Glory Evangelical Church of Pakistan” is going to hold the first public Baptism of new members since we affiliated with them about 12 months ago. I invite you all to join with us on Youtube as soon as it can uploaded. We look forward to seeing you there. Pastor Peter
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
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Friday, 14 October 2011
JOHN 12: 25 JESUS SAID
DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH THIS WORLD
Don’t be in love with the things of this world
‘The man who loves his life will lose it,
while the man who hates his life in this
world will keep it for eternal life.’
John 12:25
Love the things of the Kingdom, and prepare people for His kingdom.
God bless
Monday, 10 October 2011
Journal for Monday 10/ 10 /20 11
today was a very busy day at "Tender Loving Care International. Most of today was spent on getting papers ready for one of our Sydney Brothers. This gentleman is in great need of protection as he has become a Christian living in Australia. He escaped from Iran under persecution from the Temple police. To change from being in a Muslim to a Christian in Iran is punishable by death, so it concerns us greatly when one of our Christian brothers comes to us here in Australia asking for protection. Pastor Peter
Friday, 30 September 2011
Beauty and the beast
Beauty and the Beast by Charles Perrault is one of the BIG fairy tales and it’s long been a favorite on Storynory. We’ve re-recorded it with music, sound effects, and an edited text.
The acoustic guitar and sitar music add to its exotic atmosphere.
Beauty and the Beast is one of those stories that is told and retold in different guises. The powerful myth of tenderness concealed within ugliness can be found in Jane Eyre, and King Kong.
Read by Natasha. Duration 28 minutes.
A long time ago, in a far away land, a merchant was returning home after a long journey. As night fell, he entered a deep forest. His head was full of thoughts of his six daughters. He had left home in summer, and now he was returning in deep winter. The most bitter sleet and snow came down, and his horse stumbled on a patch of ice. He heard wolves howling, and soon he realised that he was lost.
At last, he saw some sort of track. At the beginning it was rough and slippery, but soon it led him into an avenue of orange trees covered with flowers and fruit – but here there was no snow.
He saw a flight of stone steps. He went up them into a great castle. Inside he passed through several splendid rooms. Everywhere in the castle there was a deep silence. At last, he stopped in a small room where a fire was burning. He lay down on a couch and very soon fell into a sweet sleep.
He woke up feeling hungry. He was still alone, but a good dinner had been laid on a little table. He began to eat, hoping that he might soon have an chance to thank his kind host, whoever it might be. But no one appeared.
Then he went down into the garden, and though it was winter everywhere else, here the sun shone, and the birds sang, and the flowers bloomed, and the air was soft and sweet. The path had a hedge of roses on each side of it, and the merchant thought he had never seen or smelt such beautiful flowers. Then he remembered a promise he had made to his youngest daughter, who was so lovely that every one knew her as Beauty. Before setting out on his journey, he had asked his daughters what presents they would like him to bring back for them. The five eldest wished for jewels and fine clothes, but Beauty asked only for a single rose. Now, as he stopped to pick a rose to take home to Beauty, he was startled by a strange noise behind him. Turning round, he saw a frightful ugly Beast, which seemed to be very angry and sad and said in a terrible voice:
“Who said that you could pick my roses? Was it not enough that I let you say in my palace and was kind to you? This is the way you thank me, by stealing my flowers! But you shall not go unpunished!”
The merchant was terrified by these furious words. He dropped the fatal rose, and, throwing himself on his knees, cried: “Pardon me, noble sir. I am truly grateful to you for your kindness. I could not imagine that you would mind so much if I took such a little thing as a rose.”
But the Beast was still furious. He cried:
“Excuses and flattery will not save you from the death you deserve!”
“Alas!” thought the merchant, “My daughter’s rose has put me in this terrible danger.”
And he began to tell the Beast of his journey, not forgetting to mention how Beauty had asked him for a rose.
“I beg you to forgive me, for I meant no harm,” he pleaded.
The Beast thought for a moment, and then he said, in a less terrible voice :
“I will forgive you on one condition – that is if you will give me one of your daughters.”
“Ah!” cried the merchant, “What excuse could I invent to bring her here?”
“No excuse!” answered the Beast. “She must come willingly. Go home. I give you a month to see if one of your daughters will save you. If none of them is willing to come to me, you must come back alone. And do not think that you can hide from me, for if you do not keep your word I will come and fetch you!”
The poor merchant, more dead than alive, went to the stable where his horse was ready for his journey. It carried him off so swiftly that in an instant he had lost sight of the palace, and he was still wrapped in gloomy thoughts when it stopped before the door of his house.
His daughters rushed to meet him. At first he told them nothing of The Beast, but as he gave Beauty her the rose he said sadly:
“Here is what you asked me to bring you; you little know what it has cost.”
Later that evening he told his family of his adventures from beginning to end, and then his daughters wept loudly. The girls were very angry with Beauty, and said to her that it was all her fault, and complained bitterly that they should have to suffer for her foolish wish.
Poor Beauty said to them:
“Who could have guessed that asking for a rose in the middle of summer would cause so much misery? But as I made this mistake, it is only right that I should be the one to suffer for it. I will go back to the Beast with father.”
When the fatal day came she said good-by to her sisters and everything she loved. She mounted a horse together with her father, and it seemed to fly rather than gallop. They soon reached the avenue of orange trees, where statues were holding flaming torches, and when they got nearer to the palace, music sounded softly from the courtyard.
Her father led her to the little room where he had stayed, and there they found a splendid fire burning, and a delicious supper set out on the table.
After they had finished their meal they heard the Beast’s footsteps, approaching, and Beauty clung to her father. But when the ugly Beast appeared , she tried hard to hide her terror, and she nodded to him politely.
This clearly pleased the Beast. After looking at her he said, in a voice that might have struck fear into the boldest of hearts:
“Good-evening, old man. Good-evening, Beauty.”
The merchant was too terrified to reply, but Beauty answered sweetly: “Good-evening, Beast.”
“Have you come willingly?” asked the Beast.
Beauty answered bravely that she had come willingly to save her father.
“I am pleased with you,” said the Beast. “As for you, old man,” he added, turning to the merchant, “at sunrise to- morrow you will go.”
Then turning to Beauty, he said:
“Take your father into the next room, and help him to choose presents for your sisters. Take everything they would wish for.”
Then he left them saying, “Good-by, Beauty; good-by, old man”.
In the next room they found splendid dresses fit for a queen. And when Beauty opened the cupboards she was quite dazzled by the gorgeous jewels that lay in heaps upon every shelf. After choosing a vast quantity, she opened the last chest, which was full of gold.
“I think, father,” she said, “that gold will be more useful to you. We had better take out the other things again, and fill the trunks with gold.” So they did this; And at last the trunks were so heavy that an elephant could not have carried them!
“The Beast was making fun of us,” cried the merchant. “He pretended to give us these things, knowing that I could not carry them away.”
“Let us wait and see,” answered Beauty.
At sunrise, they went down into the courtyard, where two horses were waiting, one loaded with the two trunks, the other for the merchant to ride. And as soon as he climbed into the saddle, he went off at such a pace that Beauty lost sight of him in an instant. Then she began to cry and she went back to her room and fell into a deep sleep.
She dreamed that she was walking by a stream when a young prince came up to her and said, in a voice that went straight to her heart:
“Ah, Beauty! you are not so unlucky as you suppose. Only try to find me, no matter how I may be disguised, as I love you dearly. Make me happy and you shall be happy. Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for.”
“What can I do, Prince, to make you happy?” said Beauty.
“Do not trust your eyes,” he answered, “And set me free from my misery.”
When Beauty awoke, she began to think about the charming Prince she had seen in her dream.
“He said I could make him happy.” said Beauty to herself. “It seems that this horrible Beast keeps him a prisoner. How can I set him free? I don’t understand it. But, after all, it was only a dream, so why should I worry about it?”
She got up to explore the castle, but she did not see anyone or hear any sound, and she began to find it rather dull.
Only that evening, after supper, she heard the Beast coming, and she trembled with fear at what it might do.
But he only said: “Good-evening, Beauty.”
She answered cheerfully and managed to hide her terror. He spoke politely to her for about an hour, and asked her all about her life with her family.
Then he said in a gruff voice:
“Do you love me, Beauty? Will you marry me?”
“Oh! what shall I say?” cried Beauty, for she was afraid to make the Beast angry by refusing.
“Say `yes’ or `no’ without fear,” he replied.
“Oh! no, Beast,” said Beauty hastily.
“Since you will not, good-night, Beauty,” he said.
And she answered, “Good-night, Beast,” very glad to find that he had not attacked her. And after he was gone, she was very soon in bed and asleep, and dreaming of her unknown Prince. He came to her and said to her:
“Ah, Beauty! why are you so unkind to me? I fear I will be unhappy for many a long day still.”
The next morning, she decided to amuse herself in the garden, for the sun shone, and all the fountains were playing. When she was tired she went back to the palace, and found a new room full of rare birds, so tame that they flew to Beauty as soon as they saw her, and perched upon her shoulders and her head. Some of them were parrots and cockatoos that could talk, and they greeted Beauty by name;
“Pretty little creatures,” she said, “Oh how I wish that your cage was nearer to my room, that I could often hear you sing!
When she left, she opened a door and found that it led straight into her own room.
After supper, the Beast paid her his usual visit, and before he left he asked her as before: “Beauty, will you marry me?” And when she refused, he gave her a gruff “good-night” and left her. The days passed, and every evening the Beast asked her the same question and she gave him the same answer.
And Beauty felt that that when she said, “No, Beast,” he went away quite sad. But her happy dreams of the handsome young Prince soon made her forget the poor Beast.
Her prince always told to let her heart guide her, and not her eyes, and many other equally baffling things, which she could not understand.
At last, happy as she was, Beauty began to long for her family. One night, seeing her look very sad, the Beast asked her what was the matter. Beauty was no longer afraid of him. Now she knew that he was really gentle in spite of his ferocious looks and his dreadful voice. So she answered that she was longing to see her home once more. When he heard this, the Beast cried miserably.
“Ah! Beauty, have you the heart to leave an unhappy Beast like me? Is it because you hate me that you want to escape?”
“No, dear Beast,” answered Beauty softly, “I do not hate you, and I should be very sorry never to see you any more, but I long to see my father again. Only let me go for two months, and I promise to come back to you and stay for the rest of my life.”
The Beast replied with a sigh:
“I cannot refuse you anything you ask, even though it should cost me my life. You may go. But remember your promise and come back when the two months are over, or you may be sorry, for if you do not come in good time you will find your faithful Beast dead.”
And then she went to bed, but could hardly sleep for joy. And when at last she did begin to dream of her beloved Prince she saw him stretched upon a grassy bank, sad and weary, and hardly like himself.
“What is the matter?” she cried.
He looked at her reproachfully, and said:
“How can you ask me, cruel one?”
“Ah! don’t be so sad,” cried Beauty; “I am only going to let my father know that I am safe and happy. I have promised my Beast that I shall come back. I would not cause him pain by breaking my word. He told me he would die if did not keep my promise to him.”
“What do you care for an ugly Beast?” asked the prince.
“Oh,” said Beauty, “It is not his fault that he is so ugly. He is a very kind beast.”
Just then, she heard someone speaking not very far away. She got up and then she suddenly heard her father’s voice. She rushed out and greeted him. She was home. Her sisters were quite astonished to see her, and there was no end to their questions about her life with the Beast.
Then Beauty asked her father what he thought could be the meaning of her strange dreams . After much thought, he answered: “You tell me yourself that The Beast, frightful as he is, loves you dearly and is kind and gentle to you. I think the Prince means that you should do as The Beast wishes in spite of his ugliness.”
But Beauty’s thoughts were full of her handsome dream-prince, and she could not imagine marrying The Beast.
When the two months were over, Beauty’s sisters begged her not to return to the ugly beast, but to stay with her family. At first she could not refuse them, and she stayed on for a few days more. Then one night she had a different dream from usual. She saw not her prince, but the Beast. He was lying in a cave and he looked ill and in pain. And then Beauty remember his words that he might die if she did not stay true to her word.
The next day, Beauty said goodbye to her father and all her brothers and sisters, and as soon as she was in bed she turned her ring round upon her finger, and said firmly, “I wish to go back to see my Beast again.”
Then she fell asleep instantly, and only woke up to hear the clock saying “Beauty, Beauty” twelve times in its musical voice, which told her at once that she was in the palace once more. Everything was just as before, and her birds were so glad to see her! But Beauty thought she had never known such a long day, for she was so anxious to see The Beast again that she felt as if suppertime would never come.
But when it did come and no Beast appeared she was really frightened; She ran down into the garden to search for him. Up and down the paths and avenues ran poor Beauty, calling him in vain, for no one answered.
At last, quite tired, she stopped for a minute’s rest, and saw that she was standing opposite a cave, and in it lay the Beast–asleep. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but, to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes.
“Oh! he is dead; and it is all my fault,” said Beauty, crying bitterly.
But then, looking at him again, she fancied he still breathed. She fetched some water from the nearest fountain and sprinkled it over his face. Slowly, he began to open his eyes.
“Ah Beauty,” he said faintly, “now you see what happens when you do not keep your word.”
“Oh! Beast,” she cried. “I never knew how much I loved you until now, when I feared I was too late to save your life.”
“Can you really love such an ugly creature as I am?” asked the Beast. “You only came just in time. I was dying because I thought you had forgotten your promise. But go back now and rest, I shall see you by and by.”
Beauty went back to the palace, where supper was awaiting her; and afterward the Beast came in as usual, and asked about the time she had spent with her family, and if they had all been very glad to see her.
And when at last the time came for him to go, and he asked, as he had so often asked before, “Beauty, will you marry me?” She answered softly,
“Yes, dear Beast.”
As she spoke a blaze of light sprang up before the windows of the palace; fireworks crackled and guns banged, and across the avenue of orange trees, in letters all made of fire-flies, was written: “Long live the Prince and his Bride.”
Beauty meant to ask the Beast what it all meant: but he had gone. In his place stood her long-loved Prince! At the same moment, two ladies entered the room. Both were splendidly dressed, but one especially so. Her companion said:
“Well, Queen, this is Beauty, who has had the courage to rescue your son from the terrible magic spell that turned him into a Beast. They love one another, and your consent to their marriage is all they need to make them perfectly happy.”
“I agree with all my heart,” cried the Queen.
And then she tenderly embraced Beauty and the Prince.
“Now,” said the Fairy to Beauty, “I suppose you would like me to send for your father and sisters ?”
She did so. The marriage was celebrated the very next day, and Beauty and the Prince lived happily ever after.
And that was the story of Beauty and the Beast.
The acoustic guitar and sitar music add to its exotic atmosphere.
Beauty and the Beast is one of those stories that is told and retold in different guises. The powerful myth of tenderness concealed within ugliness can be found in Jane Eyre, and King Kong.
Read by Natasha. Duration 28 minutes.
A long time ago, in a far away land, a merchant was returning home after a long journey. As night fell, he entered a deep forest. His head was full of thoughts of his six daughters. He had left home in summer, and now he was returning in deep winter. The most bitter sleet and snow came down, and his horse stumbled on a patch of ice. He heard wolves howling, and soon he realised that he was lost.
At last, he saw some sort of track. At the beginning it was rough and slippery, but soon it led him into an avenue of orange trees covered with flowers and fruit – but here there was no snow.
He saw a flight of stone steps. He went up them into a great castle. Inside he passed through several splendid rooms. Everywhere in the castle there was a deep silence. At last, he stopped in a small room where a fire was burning. He lay down on a couch and very soon fell into a sweet sleep.
He woke up feeling hungry. He was still alone, but a good dinner had been laid on a little table. He began to eat, hoping that he might soon have an chance to thank his kind host, whoever it might be. But no one appeared.
Then he went down into the garden, and though it was winter everywhere else, here the sun shone, and the birds sang, and the flowers bloomed, and the air was soft and sweet. The path had a hedge of roses on each side of it, and the merchant thought he had never seen or smelt such beautiful flowers. Then he remembered a promise he had made to his youngest daughter, who was so lovely that every one knew her as Beauty. Before setting out on his journey, he had asked his daughters what presents they would like him to bring back for them. The five eldest wished for jewels and fine clothes, but Beauty asked only for a single rose. Now, as he stopped to pick a rose to take home to Beauty, he was startled by a strange noise behind him. Turning round, he saw a frightful ugly Beast, which seemed to be very angry and sad and said in a terrible voice:
“Who said that you could pick my roses? Was it not enough that I let you say in my palace and was kind to you? This is the way you thank me, by stealing my flowers! But you shall not go unpunished!”
The merchant was terrified by these furious words. He dropped the fatal rose, and, throwing himself on his knees, cried: “Pardon me, noble sir. I am truly grateful to you for your kindness. I could not imagine that you would mind so much if I took such a little thing as a rose.”
But the Beast was still furious. He cried:
“Excuses and flattery will not save you from the death you deserve!”
“Alas!” thought the merchant, “My daughter’s rose has put me in this terrible danger.”
And he began to tell the Beast of his journey, not forgetting to mention how Beauty had asked him for a rose.
“I beg you to forgive me, for I meant no harm,” he pleaded.
The Beast thought for a moment, and then he said, in a less terrible voice :
“I will forgive you on one condition – that is if you will give me one of your daughters.”
“Ah!” cried the merchant, “What excuse could I invent to bring her here?”
“No excuse!” answered the Beast. “She must come willingly. Go home. I give you a month to see if one of your daughters will save you. If none of them is willing to come to me, you must come back alone. And do not think that you can hide from me, for if you do not keep your word I will come and fetch you!”
The poor merchant, more dead than alive, went to the stable where his horse was ready for his journey. It carried him off so swiftly that in an instant he had lost sight of the palace, and he was still wrapped in gloomy thoughts when it stopped before the door of his house.
His daughters rushed to meet him. At first he told them nothing of The Beast, but as he gave Beauty her the rose he said sadly:
“Here is what you asked me to bring you; you little know what it has cost.”
Later that evening he told his family of his adventures from beginning to end, and then his daughters wept loudly. The girls were very angry with Beauty, and said to her that it was all her fault, and complained bitterly that they should have to suffer for her foolish wish.
Poor Beauty said to them:
“Who could have guessed that asking for a rose in the middle of summer would cause so much misery? But as I made this mistake, it is only right that I should be the one to suffer for it. I will go back to the Beast with father.”
When the fatal day came she said good-by to her sisters and everything she loved. She mounted a horse together with her father, and it seemed to fly rather than gallop. They soon reached the avenue of orange trees, where statues were holding flaming torches, and when they got nearer to the palace, music sounded softly from the courtyard.
Her father led her to the little room where he had stayed, and there they found a splendid fire burning, and a delicious supper set out on the table.
After they had finished their meal they heard the Beast’s footsteps, approaching, and Beauty clung to her father. But when the ugly Beast appeared , she tried hard to hide her terror, and she nodded to him politely.
This clearly pleased the Beast. After looking at her he said, in a voice that might have struck fear into the boldest of hearts:
“Good-evening, old man. Good-evening, Beauty.”
The merchant was too terrified to reply, but Beauty answered sweetly: “Good-evening, Beast.”
“Have you come willingly?” asked the Beast.
Beauty answered bravely that she had come willingly to save her father.
“I am pleased with you,” said the Beast. “As for you, old man,” he added, turning to the merchant, “at sunrise to- morrow you will go.”
Then turning to Beauty, he said:
“Take your father into the next room, and help him to choose presents for your sisters. Take everything they would wish for.”
Then he left them saying, “Good-by, Beauty; good-by, old man”.
In the next room they found splendid dresses fit for a queen. And when Beauty opened the cupboards she was quite dazzled by the gorgeous jewels that lay in heaps upon every shelf. After choosing a vast quantity, she opened the last chest, which was full of gold.
“I think, father,” she said, “that gold will be more useful to you. We had better take out the other things again, and fill the trunks with gold.” So they did this; And at last the trunks were so heavy that an elephant could not have carried them!
“The Beast was making fun of us,” cried the merchant. “He pretended to give us these things, knowing that I could not carry them away.”
“Let us wait and see,” answered Beauty.
At sunrise, they went down into the courtyard, where two horses were waiting, one loaded with the two trunks, the other for the merchant to ride. And as soon as he climbed into the saddle, he went off at such a pace that Beauty lost sight of him in an instant. Then she began to cry and she went back to her room and fell into a deep sleep.
She dreamed that she was walking by a stream when a young prince came up to her and said, in a voice that went straight to her heart:
“Ah, Beauty! you are not so unlucky as you suppose. Only try to find me, no matter how I may be disguised, as I love you dearly. Make me happy and you shall be happy. Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for.”
“What can I do, Prince, to make you happy?” said Beauty.
“Do not trust your eyes,” he answered, “And set me free from my misery.”
When Beauty awoke, she began to think about the charming Prince she had seen in her dream.
“He said I could make him happy.” said Beauty to herself. “It seems that this horrible Beast keeps him a prisoner. How can I set him free? I don’t understand it. But, after all, it was only a dream, so why should I worry about it?”
She got up to explore the castle, but she did not see anyone or hear any sound, and she began to find it rather dull.
Only that evening, after supper, she heard the Beast coming, and she trembled with fear at what it might do.
But he only said: “Good-evening, Beauty.”
She answered cheerfully and managed to hide her terror. He spoke politely to her for about an hour, and asked her all about her life with her family.
Then he said in a gruff voice:
“Do you love me, Beauty? Will you marry me?”
“Oh! what shall I say?” cried Beauty, for she was afraid to make the Beast angry by refusing.
“Say `yes’ or `no’ without fear,” he replied.
“Oh! no, Beast,” said Beauty hastily.
“Since you will not, good-night, Beauty,” he said.
And she answered, “Good-night, Beast,” very glad to find that he had not attacked her. And after he was gone, she was very soon in bed and asleep, and dreaming of her unknown Prince. He came to her and said to her:
“Ah, Beauty! why are you so unkind to me? I fear I will be unhappy for many a long day still.”
The next morning, she decided to amuse herself in the garden, for the sun shone, and all the fountains were playing. When she was tired she went back to the palace, and found a new room full of rare birds, so tame that they flew to Beauty as soon as they saw her, and perched upon her shoulders and her head. Some of them were parrots and cockatoos that could talk, and they greeted Beauty by name;
“Pretty little creatures,” she said, “Oh how I wish that your cage was nearer to my room, that I could often hear you sing!
When she left, she opened a door and found that it led straight into her own room.
After supper, the Beast paid her his usual visit, and before he left he asked her as before: “Beauty, will you marry me?” And when she refused, he gave her a gruff “good-night” and left her. The days passed, and every evening the Beast asked her the same question and she gave him the same answer.
And Beauty felt that that when she said, “No, Beast,” he went away quite sad. But her happy dreams of the handsome young Prince soon made her forget the poor Beast.
Her prince always told to let her heart guide her, and not her eyes, and many other equally baffling things, which she could not understand.
At last, happy as she was, Beauty began to long for her family. One night, seeing her look very sad, the Beast asked her what was the matter. Beauty was no longer afraid of him. Now she knew that he was really gentle in spite of his ferocious looks and his dreadful voice. So she answered that she was longing to see her home once more. When he heard this, the Beast cried miserably.
“Ah! Beauty, have you the heart to leave an unhappy Beast like me? Is it because you hate me that you want to escape?”
“No, dear Beast,” answered Beauty softly, “I do not hate you, and I should be very sorry never to see you any more, but I long to see my father again. Only let me go for two months, and I promise to come back to you and stay for the rest of my life.”
The Beast replied with a sigh:
“I cannot refuse you anything you ask, even though it should cost me my life. You may go. But remember your promise and come back when the two months are over, or you may be sorry, for if you do not come in good time you will find your faithful Beast dead.”
And then she went to bed, but could hardly sleep for joy. And when at last she did begin to dream of her beloved Prince she saw him stretched upon a grassy bank, sad and weary, and hardly like himself.
“What is the matter?” she cried.
He looked at her reproachfully, and said:
“How can you ask me, cruel one?”
“Ah! don’t be so sad,” cried Beauty; “I am only going to let my father know that I am safe and happy. I have promised my Beast that I shall come back. I would not cause him pain by breaking my word. He told me he would die if did not keep my promise to him.”
“What do you care for an ugly Beast?” asked the prince.
“Oh,” said Beauty, “It is not his fault that he is so ugly. He is a very kind beast.”
Just then, she heard someone speaking not very far away. She got up and then she suddenly heard her father’s voice. She rushed out and greeted him. She was home. Her sisters were quite astonished to see her, and there was no end to their questions about her life with the Beast.
Then Beauty asked her father what he thought could be the meaning of her strange dreams . After much thought, he answered: “You tell me yourself that The Beast, frightful as he is, loves you dearly and is kind and gentle to you. I think the Prince means that you should do as The Beast wishes in spite of his ugliness.”
But Beauty’s thoughts were full of her handsome dream-prince, and she could not imagine marrying The Beast.
When the two months were over, Beauty’s sisters begged her not to return to the ugly beast, but to stay with her family. At first she could not refuse them, and she stayed on for a few days more. Then one night she had a different dream from usual. She saw not her prince, but the Beast. He was lying in a cave and he looked ill and in pain. And then Beauty remember his words that he might die if she did not stay true to her word.
The next day, Beauty said goodbye to her father and all her brothers and sisters, and as soon as she was in bed she turned her ring round upon her finger, and said firmly, “I wish to go back to see my Beast again.”
Then she fell asleep instantly, and only woke up to hear the clock saying “Beauty, Beauty” twelve times in its musical voice, which told her at once that she was in the palace once more. Everything was just as before, and her birds were so glad to see her! But Beauty thought she had never known such a long day, for she was so anxious to see The Beast again that she felt as if suppertime would never come.
But when it did come and no Beast appeared she was really frightened; She ran down into the garden to search for him. Up and down the paths and avenues ran poor Beauty, calling him in vain, for no one answered.
At last, quite tired, she stopped for a minute’s rest, and saw that she was standing opposite a cave, and in it lay the Beast–asleep. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but, to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes.
“Oh! he is dead; and it is all my fault,” said Beauty, crying bitterly.
But then, looking at him again, she fancied he still breathed. She fetched some water from the nearest fountain and sprinkled it over his face. Slowly, he began to open his eyes.
“Ah Beauty,” he said faintly, “now you see what happens when you do not keep your word.”
“Oh! Beast,” she cried. “I never knew how much I loved you until now, when I feared I was too late to save your life.”
“Can you really love such an ugly creature as I am?” asked the Beast. “You only came just in time. I was dying because I thought you had forgotten your promise. But go back now and rest, I shall see you by and by.”
Beauty went back to the palace, where supper was awaiting her; and afterward the Beast came in as usual, and asked about the time she had spent with her family, and if they had all been very glad to see her.
And when at last the time came for him to go, and he asked, as he had so often asked before, “Beauty, will you marry me?” She answered softly,
“Yes, dear Beast.”
As she spoke a blaze of light sprang up before the windows of the palace; fireworks crackled and guns banged, and across the avenue of orange trees, in letters all made of fire-flies, was written: “Long live the Prince and his Bride.”
Beauty meant to ask the Beast what it all meant: but he had gone. In his place stood her long-loved Prince! At the same moment, two ladies entered the room. Both were splendidly dressed, but one especially so. Her companion said:
“Well, Queen, this is Beauty, who has had the courage to rescue your son from the terrible magic spell that turned him into a Beast. They love one another, and your consent to their marriage is all they need to make them perfectly happy.”
“I agree with all my heart,” cried the Queen.
And then she tenderly embraced Beauty and the Prince.
“Now,” said the Fairy to Beauty, “I suppose you would like me to send for your father and sisters ?”
She did so. The marriage was celebrated the very next day, and Beauty and the Prince lived happily ever after.
And that was the story of Beauty and the Beast.
My testimony to the health benefits of STEMTECH
My testimony to StemTech by Pastor Peter Campion
Back in the year 1997 I was struck down by a series of severable strokes. I had all the classical systems of stroke, I was totally paralysed all down my right side. I had virtually no speech for a period of several months. I had very little feeling in the right side of my body. Except that I would live with excreting neurological pain all down the same side of my body that had been damaged by the stroke. As the weeks turned into months and the months turn into years of crippling pain and paralysis. For some time after my illness I continued to recover. Eventually the months turned into years and my health started to deteriorate and the medical profession told me.” We are sorry but there is nothing more we can do.”
for many years I have been a great believer in alternative medicines and especially when we are attacked by chronic illness. So I started to look in other directions for a cure or, at least some relief from my pain. I had a friend at that time who had been working as a Space engineer at NASA and he introduced me to some very exciting new technological breakthroughs. One of these such breakthroughs was a new product called Stem Enhance.
At this time my mind was starting to let me down badly and I become so vague that I would sit in my office for hours, just sitting and staring.. I knew my mind was starting to go and that I would be in a nursing home very shortly. This was around one and a half years ago. It was then that my friend told me about the StemTech company and their Main product called "Stem Enhance". I decided to take a course of this product and after a few days my health had recovered to the extent that I was able to function reasonably normally a again. It is now 1 1/2 years later and most days I am able to work on average an eight to ten hour day. I support several the road churches in Uganda and Pakistan. I preach regularly in these churches through Skype. Today my life is full and very busy. Sure all my body is functioning properly. but I live a relatively normal life. I am not likely to be sick enough to be sent to a nursing home for a very long time yet. My only worry is that if I stop taking Stem Enhance for two days I revert back to the way it used to be before I began taking this amazing product.
If you are suffering with long-term chronic illness I strongly recommend that you check out the StemTech product range. You will be so glad you did him in yeah yeah
Here’s to better health,
Pastor Peter Campion
HOW IT ALL BEGAN.
28/08/2011
DEAR READERS'
HOW IT ALL BEGAN.
As it is with most beginnings, Tender Loving Care International began as a concept in the minds of Pastors Peter and Jan Campion, back in 1995.
Peter and Jan Campion, the founders. had a heart felt desire to look after “His sleep” they kept on inviting people to their own home in, Western Sydney to shere a meal and fellowship on Monday nights.
By 1997 what was a concept had materialized! So a bigger place was required. A public hall became the meeting point.
Most of the people Peter and Jan met, were too poor to feed themselves properly, so they met for a meal and church each Monday evening. Peter and Jan had over 40 people coming to these meetings, People’s lives were being changed by the power of the gospel of the living God.
By God’s grace, in 2000, an Anglican church allowed Peter and Jan to rent it’s premises on Sunday afternoons for our usual church service and a meal. It wasn't long after this that a young man came up to them requiring some help. This particular day as Pastor Peter was unloading some equipment from their church van. Things that were going to be use at the afternoon meeting, a young man walked up to Pastor Peter and said “I am a Muslim from Iran and I would like to change my religion, can you help me please?”.
That was the shocker that propelled Tender Loving Care International forward into full blown ministry! “Souls seek not only to be fed physically but they also seek spiritual nourishment” and here we were being propelled into God's service right around the world. We are now not only working in Australia but also, three other nations as well. By the power of the Internet, we are now serving the Lord in Uganda, Pakistan and also in Iran. Please visit (http://pastorcampion.blogspot.com/) for constant sharing.
The desire to support sprouting churches and also to affiliate with as many other churches as possible in these nations has brought forth seed that has sprouted! and has brought forth a harvest.
WHERE WE ARE NOW.
Pakistan is the first country, where TLC International is starting to make a real difference, by supporting “Glory Evangelic Ministry & Church, this is in Lahore. This church has trebled in size over the last six months. We have also helped many people in Iran. Also quite a large number of Iranians refugees who are now living here in Australia as well. In Uganda we have made it possible for one brother to establish an Internet café. When established this will give him an income to develop a new church in the slums of Kampala. An area of great need.
Please visit our ministry in Pakistan by visiting them at http://gloryevangelicalministrychurch.org.
The Lord God led TLC. Int’l to Africa, Uganda in particular; where TLC. International extends support to Pastor G. Ssango. Visit our photo gallery for some insight into these activities.
As TLC. Ministries Int’l, lives up to its name, of being an international organization, financial facilitation has increasingly become an issue.
As such TLC Int. needs to generate the financial capacity to facilitate the spiritual and financial activities that we believe God is calling us to.
WHERE WE WANT TO BE.
We believe that the internet is a good tool to tap into the unlimited reservoir of resources that abound in this universe, from; dress stitching ( http://specialoccasiontenderblogspot.blogspot.com ), to internet cafes, to “affiliate marketing” plus donation and appeals.
Our financial wing has a small but very committed team that we hope will be able to raise awareness, of our organization and create a financial resource that will fund us into the future, and facilitate the TLC Int’l. family to meet its financial needs! and to press ahead with vision and its various projects that we believe God is committing us to.
God Bless Us all
Pastor Peter Campion.
I COME TO THE GARDEN ALONE
I come to the garden alone
while the drew is still on the roses
and the voice I hear falling on my ear
the son of God disclose
the son of God disclose
And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
and he tells me I am his own;
and a joy we share as tarry there,
none other has ever known.
and a joy we share as tarry there,
none other has ever known.
He speaks and the sound of invoice,
is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
and the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
and the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
And he walks with me, and he talked with me,
and he tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known.
and he tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me is falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of a woe.
His voice to me is calling.
And he walks with me and he talks with me,Though the night around me is falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of a woe.
His voice to me is calling.
and he tells me I am his own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
Pastor Peters Sermon, JOHN 8:31/34 1: V.2ad 2-2:8 28th. AUG. 2011
JOHN 8:31/34:
John 8-31/34; Jesus said, "If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. 32 Then you will know the truth , and the truth will set you free ."
33 They answered him, "We are Abraham's descendants and have never been slaves of anyone. How can you say that we shall be set free ?" 34 Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth , everyone who sins is a slave to sin.
33 They answered him, "We are Abraham's descendants and have never been slaves of anyone. How can you say that we shall be set free ?" 34 Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth , everyone who sins is a slave to sin.
However Jesus said to them that he alone is the truth. Without him no one can know the truth. However those scribes and the Pharisee certainly didn't want to hear that comment. Because they could not come to terms with Jesus being the Son of God . the same as so many people to day still can't comprehend that the Steps son of Jseph was the living brething Son of God.
JOHN 14-6 Jesus answered, " I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Brenda Nakimea Story
This is the story of where young lady who could called police to the live stream again is the most remarkable of these if you want to do something badly enough and nothing can stop you . so I want to challenge you where you are in new allies journey at this moment stakeholders your dream with bothands and let nothing stop you from achieving what ever it is that you want honest moral flaws h
Brenda, 22, is achieving her goal of becoming a nurse despite the huge challenges of her early life. Brenda’s father was insane and wandered from village to village. Her mother, unable to cope with her family and extreme poverty, abandoned them.
Brenda was taken in by a distant relative of her father who told her, “I can’t afford anything for you, but you can stay with us.” But Brenda was determined to get herself educated. By studying really hard, late into the night by candlelight, she managed to win scholarships to high school, scoring at the highest levels of achievement.
But upon graduation there were no jobs to be found for a poor girl with a high school education. So Brenda resigned herself to no expectations and was waiting without hope at home. Now Brenda is a part of our Vocational Training Program for youth. She passed her nursing entrance exams and is enrolled as a first-year student at Mulago Nursing School. She will be a much needed and wonderful nurse.
An amazingly night 2000 years ago
For most parents it is their most vivid memory, their
baby imerges from the womb then there is that short agonizing silence and then
a breath and I cry.
It tomorrow and I'll relief-that the baby is alive and well. But it's also a moment of terror-when they realized they have brought a new life into the world, with all the excitement and anxiety that it brings.
2000 years ago, in a stable in a small village named Bethlehem another baby took His first breath it was -- a baby who is still worshiped and honoured by millions of people as the Son of God.
For most parents it is their most vivid memory, their
baby imerges from the womb then there is that short agonizing silence and then
a breath and I cry.
It tomorrow and I'll relief-that the baby is alive and well. But it's also a moment of terror-when they realized they have brought a new life into the world, with all the excitement and anxiety that it brings.
2000 years ago, in a stable in a small village named Bethlehem another baby took His first breath it was -- a baby who is still worshiped and honoured by millions of people as the Son of God.
Amazingly on that
night, God himself became a living
breathing human being, and took His first breath.
It was in more than one
seems, on a breathtaking moment. However to understand why the Son of God came
into our world and breathed as a human, we need to go back to the very
beginning.
The Bible tells us that
the son of God existed long before he was born as a baby in Bethlehem.
In the gospel of John
CH. 1 starting from verse 1-3
in the beginning was
the word,
and the Word was with
God,
and the Word was God.
He was with God in the
beginning.
Through him all things were made.
That has been made.
This word of God was
there at the very beginning of our world. He was and is as the creator, who breathed
life into the very first people, Adam and Eve and he continues to and continues
to breathe life into us today. In fact not a breath we take would happen
without him. This is the word of God or the Son of God, who was born in a
stable 2000 years ago and was given the name Jesus. As stated in Johns’ Gospel.
The Word became flesh and made His dwelling with us,
We have seen his glory,
the glory of the one and only, Who
came from the Father, full of grace and truth [Ch. 1—14 ]
How did humanity react
to the arrival of the Son of God among us? The first chapter of John’s Gospel
gives us a hint when it says that the word of God's 11 He
came to that which was his
own, but his own did not receive him. 12 Yet to all
who received him, to those who believed in his
name, he gave the right to become
children of God.
, God himself became a living
breathing human being, and took His first breath.
It was in more than one
seems, on a breathtaking moment. However to understand why the Son of God came
into our world and breathed as a human, we need to go back to the very
beginning.
The Bible tells us that
the son of God existed long before he was born as a baby in Bethlehem.
In the gospel of John
CH. 1 starting from verse 1-3
in the beginning was
the word,
and the Word was with
God,
and the Word was God.
He was with God in the
beginning.
Through him all things were made.
That has been made.
This word of God was
there at the very beginning of our world. He was and is as the creator, who breathed
life into the very first people, Adam and Eve and he continues to and continues
to breathe life into us today. In fact not a breath we take would happen
without him. This is the word of God or the Son of God, who was born in a
stable 2000 years ago and was given the name Jesus. As stated in Johns’ Gospel.
The Word became flesh and made His dwelling with us,
We have seen his glory,
the glory of the one and only, Who
came from the Father, full of grace and truth [Ch. 1—14 ]
How did humanity react
to the arrival of the Son of God among us? The first chapter of John’s Gospel
gives us a hint when it says that the word of God's 11 He
came to that which was his
own, but his own did not receive him. 12 Yet to all
who received him, to those who believed in his
name, he gave the right to become
children of God.
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Left to die-But got saved and healed miraculously
| By age 34, Nasir Siddiki, a successful businessman, had made his first million, but money meant nothing to him on his deathbed. Diagnosed with the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital, his immune system shut down and doctors left him to die. The next morning I woke in a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, my skin burning as though someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. I felt on fire from the inside out. My doctor arrived and looked at me in wonder. “The blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow,” he said. ‘”Your body isn’t fighting back.” The next morning, in addition to shingles, I had chicken pox from head to toe. I was put in strict isolation. That evening my temperature soared to 107.6 degrees ? hot enough to leave my brain permanently scrambled. For days I continued to deteriorate. My nerve endings became so inflamed that a hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body. By week’s end, I was listed in critical condition. My Last Hope In life, I’d been bold, self confident, a risk taker. But facing death, I was terrified. I had no idea what might await me on the other side. I’d been raised as a Moslem in London, England, and I understood Allah was not a god who heals. My only hope was in medicine. I eventually slipped so close to death that the doctors didn’t know I could hear them when they examined me. “His immune system has simply shut down,” one of them said. “He’s dying,” the other confirmed. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.” I don’t have AIDS! I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t form the words. Then it hit me. He said I’m dying! The doctors spoke quietly to my co-worker, Anita. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they said. “If by some miracle he lives, he’ll probably be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and he may be severely brain damaged from the high fever.” Then they left. They left me here to die! I felt like a drowning man going down for the third time. Gathering my strength I whispered a prayer. “God, if you’re real, don’t let me die!” In His Presence During the darkest hour of the night, I woke and saw a man at the foot of my bed. Rays of light emanated from him, allowing me to see his outline. I couldn’t see his face, it was too bright. No one had to tell me, I knew it was Jesus. The Koran mentions Jesus; Moslems believe He existed, not as the son of God, but as a good man and a prophet. I knew this wasn’t Mohammed. I knew it wasn’t Allah. Jesus was in my room. There was no fear, only peace. “Why would You come to a Moslem when everyone else has left me to die?” I wondered. Without words, he spoke to me. “I Am the God of the Christians. I Am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob..” That’s all He said. He didn’t mention my illness. He didn’t mention my impending death. As suddenly as He appeared, He was gone. The next morning, the same two doctors arrived to examine me. “The blisters have stopped growing!” “We don’t know what happened, but the shingles virus has gone into remission!” The following day, still in pain and covered with blisters, I was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave home,” the doctor cautioned. “It will be months before the blisters go away, and when they do you’ll be left with white patches of skin and scars. The pain could last for years.” Stepping outside into the morning sun, I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man. When people saw me, they crossed to the other side of the street. However, my mind was not on my looks; my thoughts were on Jesus. There was no doubt in my mind that Jesus’ presence in my room had stopped the shingles virus. Whatever else Jesus may be, I realized that in His presence miracles happened. That fact left me with one consuming question: Is Jesus the Son of God as the Christians claim, or is He just a prophet as I was taught? At home that evening, in spite of the drugs, the pain and itching was so severe I almost had to tie my hands. Even so, I fell into a restless sleep wondering about Jesus. Learning to Live The next morning, I woke early and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, I froze when I saw the following words across the screen: Is Jesus the Son of God? I listened intently as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic ? answering all of my questions. Before the show went off the air, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living room floor anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into my heart..
Immediately a voracious spiritual hunger sprang up within me. I had to know more about Jesus. In spite of my doctor’s orders to stay inside, the next day I went out and bought a Bible. First I read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Still ravenous, I started in Genesis and read through the Bible during my sleepless nights. Meanwhile, Anita brought me books and teaching tapes explaining the Gospel. I devoured them while continuing to study the Word of God. As my understanding of faith began to grow, I dug out a picture of how I looked before shingles.. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again. Jesus, My Healer One week after my discharge from the hospital, I woke and found my pillow covered in blisters. I must have clawed them in my sleep, I thought. I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What had started on my pillow was finished in the shower: Every blister fell off my body! Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin was simply red and raw. It slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When it did, I not only looked human, I looked like I did before I got sick, except for the scars that I still carry on my chest. None of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. My eyesight was 20/20. My hearing was normal. My speech was unimpaired. I suffered no brain damage. My healing was miraculous, swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or any other complication. Not only did I have the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital, I also had the most miraculous recovery. Jesus, the God of the Christians, showed up in the hospital room of a dying Moslem and healed me. But that wasn’t the greatest miracle He performed. The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.  |
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
My Whole Life Story
My Whole Life Story
I am Franklina Nyarko From Zimbabwe
Good afternoon everybody,
I am Franklina Nyarko From Zimbabwe
Good afternoon everybody,
I am Franklina Nyarko From Zimbabwe A City Called Bulawayo.I Am A Girl Of 18 Years Old And Was Living With My Family(My Mum,Dad,Two Sisters n Two Brothers In A Big House In Zimbabwe.My father Was A Truck Driver and his name is Mr Albuni nyarko And My Mum is called Mrs Anita nyarko and she Was Used Of Selling Vegetables.Life Was Good For Us At That Time,We Were All In School.Till The War In My Country Started Because Of Our Wicked President Mugabe.My father was on his way home and he was attach by the rebels and was shot to death so when we got the news my two sisters and our elder brother rush to see what happen and when they went they were all kidnapped by the rebels and was all shot to dead too.So i ,my brother and mum tried to hide from them so we went and hide in a bush for safety before we got killed by them.
We stayed in the bush for about two weeks an when we return back all our things were gone with some of our neighbors things and destroy our homes and all our belongings and burn then into ash.So the country was very difficult to stay there so we tried to migrate from the country to Another country as a refugee.So we were all send to Ghana as a refugee and we all were in a refugee camp down here.Since then my mum has not been well at all because of the lost of my family so we tried to talk to the leader of the camp that we want to have a better life to stay in Ghana.We dont want to go back to our country so we were out from the camp.We were one day walking along the street and we came across a trader and we told her all about our problems so she decided to help us with some place to stay till the next morning.
The trader was a good woman but was divorce with her husband and with no kids too.She helped us alot till one day she had a terrible accident on her way back home and died in the last year so my mum decided to get a loan from a bank here to start up a little trade here.She start up the same business she was doing when we were in Zimbabwe dats the vegetable selling.She was selling it in the Central market in Kumasi for some months later the market got burnt and all our things got burnt.
Now you can see how our life is and how things are going wrong with us down here.We sometimes beg for something for food to eat and if not possible we starve till the next morning.I will be glad that my life story touches you heart so that u could do something about it for us here bcos if not then we have no choice.A friend introduce this site to me that i could get help from it so i am pleading to every one to try us very best as you can to do help this poor family...
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
REVELATIONS CH12: 10-12
The nations of the world can and protest but eventually we know who wins, because Jesus Christ is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. He has already defeeted the devil. Jesus will eventually totally overthrow him. Rejoice my Christian brothers and sisters, because Jesus said I am coming quickly
10 Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say: "Now has come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, and the authority of his Christ. For the accuser of our brothers, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down. 11 They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death. 12 Therefore rejoice, you heavens and you who dwell in them! But woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has gone down to you! He is filled with fury, because he knows that his time is short."
10 Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say: "Now has come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, and the authority of his Christ. For the accuser of our brothers, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down. 11 They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death. 12 Therefore rejoice, you heavens and you who dwell in them! But woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has gone down to you! He is filled with fury, because he knows that his time is short."
Friday, 2 September 2011
This should be posted in every school or kid's bedroom.
I thought this was interesting – hope you do too.
~ Bill Gates ~
This should be posted in every school or kid's bedroom.
Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!
Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about
Eleven (11) things they did not and will not learn in school.
He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2: The world doesn't care about your self-esteem.
The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school.
You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity.
Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: They called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault,
So don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. Keep yourself clean.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer.
*This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters.
You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF.
*Do that on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life.
In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds.
Chances are you'll end up working for one…
If you can read this.... Thank a Teacher.
If you can read this in English.... Thank a Soldier!
And for life and everything else you have.... Thank Your Parents!!
Now... think about this and smile if you agree and please pass this on...
If you don't agree, go stick your head in the sand and take a deep breath!
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
CURTISY OF HOPKIN'S CHAPEL
Hopkins Chapel
What You PerceiveHopkins Chapel
What You Perceive
Is What You Receive
“Verily, verily, I say unto you,
He that believeth on me hath
everlasting life.
I am that bread of life.” John 6:47,48
Do you have a perception problem?
The way you perceive people is the
way you will receive them.
If you don’t perceive Jesus to be
the Son of God, you will not receive
Him as such.
Inaccurate perception and
works-oriented religions turn
people away from a potential
relationship with God’s Son.
We can never solve our sin
problem through religious effort.
Religion promises more than
it can deliver.
Satan wants you to work your way
to heaven. That is a great weapon
He has in his arsenal.
Do not fall for it!
Religion says do-do-do.
A relationship with Jesus
says done! A relationship with
Jesus is the only way to heaven.
Jesus has done all that is required
of God for you to be saved. All of our attempts at salvation fall short.
Jesus had harsh words to say against
the religious rulers and wrong
perception, because it led people
down the wrong path.
What is your perception of Christ?
You have a perception problem if
you see Jesus as anything less
than the Son God and
Savior of the world.
Salvation comes through
Christ alone.
Don’t rely on religion-
-Jesus is the Way.
God bless,
Gerald English
Is What You Receive
“Verily, verily, I say unto you,
He that believeth on me hath
everlasting life.
I am that bread of life.” John 6:47,48
Do you have a perception problem?
The way you perceive people is the
way you will receive them.
If you don’t perceive Jesus to be
the Son of God, you will not receive
Him as such.
Inaccurate perception and
works-oriented religions turn
people away from a potential
relationship with God’s Son.
We can never solve our sin
problem through religious effort.
Religion promises more than
it can deliver.
Satan wants you to work your way
to heaven. That is a great weapon
He has in his arsenal.
Do not fall for it!
Religion says do-do-do.
A relationship with Jesus
says done! A relationship with
Jesus is the only way to heaven.
Jesus has done all that is required
of God for you to be saved. All of our attempts at salvation fall short.
Jesus had harsh words to say against
the religious rulers and wrong
perception, because it led people
down the wrong path.
What is your perception of Christ?
You have a perception problem if
you see Jesus as anything less
than the Son God and
Savior of the world.
Salvation comes through
Christ alone.
Don’t rely on religion-
-Jesus is the Way.
God bless,
Gerald English
What You PerceiveHopkins Chapel
What You Perceive
Is What You Receive
“Verily, verily, I say unto you,
He that believeth on me hath
everlasting life.
I am that bread of life.” John 6:47,48
Do you have a perception problem?
The way you perceive people is the
way you will receive them.
If you don’t perceive Jesus to be
the Son of God, you will not receive
Him as such.
Inaccurate perception and
works-oriented religions turn
people away from a potential
relationship with God’s Son.
We can never solve our sin
problem through religious effort.
Religion promises more than
it can deliver.
Satan wants you to work your way
to heaven. That is a great weapon
He has in his arsenal.
Do not fall for it!
Religion says do-do-do.
A relationship with Jesus
says done! A relationship with
Jesus is the only way to heaven.
Jesus has done all that is required
of God for you to be saved. All of our attempts at salvation fall short.
Jesus had harsh words to say against
the religious rulers and wrong
perception, because it led people
down the wrong path.
What is your perception of Christ?
You have a perception problem if
you see Jesus as anything less
than the Son God and
Savior of the world.
Salvation comes through
Christ alone.
Don’t rely on religion-
-Jesus is the Way.
God bless,
Gerald English
Is What You Receive
“Verily, verily, I say unto you,
He that believeth on me hath
everlasting life.
I am that bread of life.” John 6:47,48
Do you have a perception problem?
The way you perceive people is the
way you will receive them.
If you don’t perceive Jesus to be
the Son of God, you will not receive
Him as such.
Inaccurate perception and
works-oriented religions turn
people away from a potential
relationship with God’s Son.
We can never solve our sin
problem through religious effort.
Religion promises more than
it can deliver.
Satan wants you to work your way
to heaven. That is a great weapon
He has in his arsenal.
Do not fall for it!
Religion says do-do-do.
A relationship with Jesus
says done! A relationship with
Jesus is the only way to heaven.
Jesus has done all that is required
of God for you to be saved. All of our attempts at salvation fall short.
Jesus had harsh words to say against
the religious rulers and wrong
perception, because it led people
down the wrong path.
What is your perception of Christ?
You have a perception problem if
you see Jesus as anything less
than the Son God and
Savior of the world.
Salvation comes through
Christ alone.
Don’t rely on religion-
-Jesus is the Way.
God bless,
Gerald English
A Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart.
It was beating strongly ... but it was full of scars ...
it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ...
but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact ... in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared ... how can he say his heart is more beautiful ... they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart ... and saw its state and laughed.
"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ...
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes" ... said the old man ... "yours is perfect looking but ...
I would never trade with you.
You see ... every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ...
I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ...
and often they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my heart ...
but because the pieces aren't exact ...
I have some rough edges ... which I cherish ..
.
.
because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ...
and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful ...
they stay open ... reminding me of the love I have for these people too ...
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.
So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man ... reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart ...
and ripped a piece out.
He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering ... placed it in his heart ...
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart ...
and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
It fit ... but not perfectly ... as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart ...
not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever ...
since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
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