<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867</id><updated>2011-09-28T18:37:48.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Spam</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of emails being sent around Evangelical Christian circles in North America.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6801449147096177452</id><published>2008-04-08T11:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:47:35.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genealogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000080;"&gt;A little girl asked her father, 'How did        the human race appear?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father answered, 'God made Adam and Eve        and they had children and so was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Sans Serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;all mankind        made.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later the girl asked her mother the same        question.&lt;br /&gt;The mother answered, 'Many years ago there were monkeys from        which the human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;race evolved.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The        confused girl returned to her father and said, 'Dad, how is it        possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;that you told me the human        race was created by God, and Mom said they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;developed from        monkeys?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father answered, 'Well, dear, it is very simple. I        told you about my&lt;br /&gt;side of the family and your mother told you about        hers.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6801449147096177452?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6801449147096177452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6801449147096177452' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6801449147096177452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6801449147096177452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2008/04/genealogy.html' title='Genealogy'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-4238460470424690781</id><published>2008-02-20T19:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:28:21.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7zFoPsfyFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XY1glgvT7ZE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7G-2fsfx3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/L5PvCerEz4w/s200/image001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120091001014130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;in the warmth of their bedroom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;the wife was struck with the pain of learning that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;sometimes ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;e isn't any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;No more hugs, no more special moments to&lt;br /&gt;celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; no more 'just one minute.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;never to return before we can say good-bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;'I LOVE YOU'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we have it, it's best we love it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;care for it, fix it when it's broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;and heal it when it's sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;This is true for marriage ... And old cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7G-9_sfx4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z8unPVAnD8c/s1600-h/image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7G-9_sfx4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z8unPVAnD8c/s200/image003.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120219850033026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;...and dogs with  bad hips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;We keep them because they are worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;There are just some things that make us happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is important, like people we know who are special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;And so, we keep them close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are 'keepers' in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I was thinking...I could die today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;tomorrow or next week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;and I wondered if&lt;br /&gt;I had any wounds needing to be healed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;friendships that needed rekindling or&lt;br /&gt;three words needing to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every one of your friends know you love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case GOD calls me home&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Live today to the fullest, because tomorrow is not promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7G_Ofsfx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8QWKQlGOySk/s1600-h/image006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7G_Ofsfx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8QWKQlGOySk/s200/image006.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120503317874578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-3374444481747727392?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/3374444481747727392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=3374444481747727392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/3374444481747727392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/3374444481747727392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-today-to-fullest-because-tomorrow.html' title='Live today to the fullest, because tomorrow is not promised.'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R7G-2fsfx3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/L5PvCerEz4w/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-5603319253774978271</id><published>2008-02-07T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:50:46.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter of Correction here............and something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This is a pet peeve of mine.................. here goes what I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; I sent this to everyone on my list cause I feel this is very important.  I was sent this email and I can't imagine where it has been and where it is still going but it is important to show you how things can get twisted around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, January 8, 2008 8:33:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: FW: EPHESIANS 3:20&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Concentrate on the first sentence..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;" The will of God will never take you&lt;br /&gt; where the Grace of God will not protect you."&lt;br /&gt;Something good will happen to you today.&lt;br /&gt;Something that you have been waiting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT BREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;SEND it to at least 7 PEOPLE.........&lt;br /&gt;JUST DO IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I wonder how many people actually looked up the verse to make sure it was correct before passing it on.  I bet no one opened up their bible to look to see if this saying was correct or not.  This is what bugs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;Twisting God's Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Just taking something by face value could place you in a very vulnerable spot.  This is what Ephesians 3:20 really says................... (look it up yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;King James Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people below that it was sent to and forward from.  How many of them verified the Truth first?????? hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-5603319253774978271?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/5603319253774978271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=5603319253774978271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5603319253774978271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5603319253774978271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-of-correction-hereand-something.html' title='A letter of Correction here............and something to think about'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-8662537474851850423</id><published>2008-01-21T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:18:31.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A NICE  STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Leave me alone,' he growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. 'Are you hungry?' she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' he answered sarcastically. 'I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing, lady?' the man asked angrily. 'I said to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a policeman came up. 'Is there any problem, ma'am?' he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No problem here, officer,' the woman answered. 'I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer scratched his head. 'That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'See that cafeteria over there?' she asked. 'I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you crazy, lady?' the homeless man resisted. 'I don't want to go in there!' Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is a good deal for you, Jack,' the officer answered. 'Don't blow it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's going on here, officer?' he asked. 'What is all this. Is this man in trouble?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This lady brought this man in here to be fed,' the policeman answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not in here!' the manager replied angrily. 'Having a person like that here is bad for business.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. 'See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. 'Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course I am,' the manager answered impatiently. 'They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What business is that of yours?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The woman smiled again. 'I thought that might make a difference.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. 'Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No thanks, ma'am,' the officer replied. 'I'm on duty.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;'Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria manager turned on his heel 'I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer watched him walk away. 'You certainly put him in his place,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest She stared at him intently. 'Jack, do you remember me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes 'I think so -- I mean you do look familiar.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a little older perhaps,' she said. 'Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma'am?' the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was just out of college,' the woman began. 'I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack lit up with a smile. 'Now I remember,' he said. 'I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know,' the woman continued. 'Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register I knew then that everything would be all right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you started your own business?' Old Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business, that, with the help of God, prospered.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. 'When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office.' She smiled. 'I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in the old man's eyes. 'How can I ever thank you? ' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't thank me,' the woman answered. 'To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus. He led me to you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. 'Thank you for all your help, officer,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,' he answered. 'Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And...And thank you for the coffee.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing. If you have missed some of my emails, you might have missed a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you have missed knowing my LORD and SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST, you have missed everything in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You Always. And don't forget that when you 'cast your bread upon the waters,' you never know how it will be returned to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope this is repeated many times today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-8662537474851850423?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/8662537474851850423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=8662537474851850423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/8662537474851850423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/8662537474851850423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-nice-story.html' title='JUST A NICE  STORY'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-5368643793686838802</id><published>2008-01-16T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:07:23.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;These are the pictures of the crucifixion of Christ&lt;br /&gt;sculptured from metal by a man near Amarillo, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crosses are made of metal also. The man did this out of the kindness of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone donated the land&lt;br /&gt;on which to erect them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R445j6PLI0I/AAAAAAAAADk/7u5eetRCLb4/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R445j6PLI0I/AAAAAAAAADk/7u5eetRCLb4/s200/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156121912476902210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R445j6PLI1I/AAAAAAAAADs/ESfvRmd1KJU/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R445j6PLI1I/AAAAAAAAADs/ESfvRmd1KJU/s200/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156121912476902226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R445j6PLI2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q4IN591yt0E/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Who is Jesus? HE &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; JESUS&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS HE?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;IN CHEMISTRY, HE TURNED WATER TO WINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN BIOLOGY, HE WAS BORN WITHOUT THE NORMAL CONCEPTION;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PHYSICS, HE DISPROVED THE LAW OF GRAVITY WHEN HE ASCENDED INTO HEAVEN;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ECONOMICS, HE DISPROVED THE LAW OF DIMINISHING RETURN BY FEEDING 5000 MEN WITH&lt;br /&gt;TWO FISHES &amp;amp; 5 LOAVES OF BREAD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MEDICINE, HE CURED THE SICK AND THE BLIND WITHOUT ADMINISTERING A SINGLE DOSE OF DRUGS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN HISTORY, HE IS THE BEGINNING AND THE END;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GOVERNMENT, HE SAID THAT HE SHALL BE CALLED WONDERFUL COUNSELOR, PRINCE OF PEACE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN RELIGION, HE SAID NO ONE COMES TO THE FATHER EXCEPT THROUGH HIM;SO. WHO IS HE? HE IS JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN ME AND LET'S CELEBRATE HIM; HE IS WORTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES BEHOLDING THIS MESSAGE SHALL NOT BEHOLD EVIL, THE HAND THAT WILL SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYBODY SHALL NOT LABOR IN VAIN, AND THE MOUTH SAYING AMEN TO THIS PRAYER SHALL SMILE FOREVER. REMAIN IN GOD AND SEEK HIS FACE ALWAYS. AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GOD I'VE FOUND EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Man in History Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master. Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher. Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer. He had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today. I feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves us! If you believe in God and in Jesus Christ His Son . send this to all on your buddy list. If not just ignore it. If you ignore it, just remember that Jesus said . 'If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-5368643793686838802?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/5368643793686838802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=5368643793686838802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5368643793686838802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5368643793686838802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-jesus.html' title='Who Is Jesus?'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R445j6PLI0I/AAAAAAAAADk/7u5eetRCLb4/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-5461990233179576826</id><published>2008-01-06T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:42:44.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Powerful - Got my attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;As  you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me, even if  it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good  that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy, trying to  find the right outfit to wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;When  you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for  you to stop and say hello, but you were to busy. At one point you had to wait  fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring  to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and  called a friend to get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day  long. With all our activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I  noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk  to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables  over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate,  but you didn't. That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you  will talk to me yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;You  went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them  were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about  anything goes there and you spend a lot of time each day in front of it not  thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you  watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Bedtime  I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family you plopped  into bed and fell asleep in no time. That's okay because you may not realize  that I am always there for you.. I've got patience, more than you will ever  know.... I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I  love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought, or a  thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided  conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Well,  you are getting up once again. Once again I will wait, with nothing but love for  you. Hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Your  friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;GOD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-5461990233179576826?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/5461990233179576826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=5461990233179576826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5461990233179576826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5461990233179576826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-powerful-got-my-attention.html' title='This is Powerful - Got my attention'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-7596312969195924763</id><published>2007-11-27T15:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:46:07.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE THIS MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;No                            one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;No                            one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK.&lt;br /&gt;And no                            one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span&gt;scroll                            down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R0yB2-cjnFI/AAAAAAAAABk/BWPVyUTZwyU/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R0yB2-cjnFI/AAAAAAAAABk/BWPVyUTZwyU/s320/image001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137624056398584914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;He                            did something for you, now do something for him.                           &lt;br /&gt;Spread his word, and you'll be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;How                            will you be rewarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10:32 'Whoever                            acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him                            before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me                            before men, I will disown him before My Father in                            heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;Do not ignore                            him. You must have unwavering faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-7596312969195924763?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/7596312969195924763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=7596312969195924763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7596312969195924763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7596312969195924763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-this-man.html' title='LOVE THIS MAN'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/R0yB2-cjnFI/AAAAAAAAABk/BWPVyUTZwyU/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-533987997633985908</id><published>2007-11-19T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:58:45.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray this even if you don't feel like it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Edwardian Script ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;You never know when God is going to bless              you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Edwardian Script ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Edwardian Script ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt;"&gt;Dear              Lord, I thank You for this day. I thank You for my being able to see              and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a              forgiving  God and an understanding God. You have done so much              for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for              everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to              you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I ask now for Your              forgiveness.  Please keep me safe from all danger and harm.              Help me to start this day  with a new attitude and plenty              of  gratitude. Let me make the best of  each and every day              to clear my mind so  that I can hear from You. Please               broaden my mind that I can accept all  things. Let me not whine              and  whimper over things I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;And It's              the best response  when I'm pushed beyond my              limits.&lt;br /&gt;      I know that when I              can't  pray, You  listen to my heart. Continue to               use me to do Your will. Continue to  bless me that I may be a              blessing to  others. Keep me strong that I may  help the              weak... Keep me uplifted that I  may have words of              encouragement for others. I pray for those that are lost  and              can't  find their way. I  pray for those that are              misjudged and  misunderstood. I pray for those  who don't              know You intimately. I pray for those that will delete this               without sharing it with others. I pray for those that don't believe.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But I thank you that I              believe. I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I              pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family              member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy  in              their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met. I                pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no              problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle              is  in Your hands for You to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that these words              be received into the hearts of every eye that              sees&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Know              that you are already blessed by the person who sent this to you              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-533987997633985908?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/533987997633985908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=533987997633985908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/533987997633985908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/533987997633985908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/11/pray-this-even-if-you-dont-feel-like-it.html' title='Pray this even if you don&apos;t feel like it!!'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-5938482439225705965</id><published>2007-11-02T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:37:58.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BELL</title><content type='html'>(The original message was in the shape of a bell, my apologies for not spending the time to reshape the text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I am God's child  (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;I am Christ's friend (John 15:15)&lt;br /&gt;I am united with the Lord(1  Cor. 6:17)&lt;br /&gt;I am bought with a price(1 Cor. 6:19-20)&lt;br /&gt;I am a saint (set  apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am a personal witness of Christ (Acts 1:8)&lt;br /&gt;I  am the salt &amp;amp; light of the earth (Matt.5:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the body  of Christ(1 Cor 12:27)&lt;br /&gt;I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8:  1-2)&lt;br /&gt;I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil.3:20)&lt;br /&gt;I am free from  any charge against me (Rom. 8:31-34)&lt;br /&gt;I am a minister of reconciliation for  God(2 Cor.5:17-21)&lt;br /&gt;I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph.  2:18)&lt;br /&gt;I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot  be separated from the love of God(Rom.8:35-39)&lt;br /&gt;I am established, anointed,  sealed by God (2 Cor.1:21-22)&lt;br /&gt;I am assured all things work together for good  (Rom. 8: 28)&lt;br /&gt;I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16)&lt;br /&gt;I  may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12)&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things  through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;I am the branch of the true  vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16).  I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)&lt;br /&gt;I am hidden with Christ in God (Col.  3:3). I have been justified (Romans 5:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's co-worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2  Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship(Eph. 2:10)&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that the good  works God has begun in me will be perfected (Phil. 1: 5)&lt;br /&gt;I have been redeemed  and forgiven (Col. 1:14). I have been adopted as God's child(Eph 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;I  belong to God&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep this bell  ringing...pass it on:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make  His face shine upon you&lt;br /&gt;and be gracious to you; the LORD turn His face toward  you and give you peace."&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 6:24-26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-5938482439225705965?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/5938482439225705965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=5938482439225705965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5938482439225705965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5938482439225705965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/11/bell.html' title='THE BELL'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-3265947500673136350</id><published>2007-10-14T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:37:30.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RxI3soP3WII/AAAAAAAAABc/ntBJ04PANso/s1600-h/ATT1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RxI3soP3WII/AAAAAAAAABc/ntBJ04PANso/s320/ATT1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121216966131406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#804000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A woman was asked by a coworker,                                  "What is it like to be a                                  Christian?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The coworker replied, "It                                  is like being a pumpkin."  God picks you                                  from&lt;br /&gt;the patch, brings you in, and washes                                  all the dirt off of you.  Then He cuts                                &lt;br /&gt;off the top and scoops out all the yucky                                  stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He removes the seeds of doubt,                                  hate, and greed.  Then He carves you                                  a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New and smiling face and He puts                                  His light inside of you to shine for all the                                  world to                                  see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was passed on to me by                                  another pumpkin.  Now it's your turn to                                  pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it to another                                  pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I                                  liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins                                  in my                                  patch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-3265947500673136350?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/3265947500673136350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=3265947500673136350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/3265947500673136350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/3265947500673136350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman-was-asked-by-coworker-what-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RxI3soP3WII/AAAAAAAAABc/ntBJ04PANso/s72-c/ATT1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6517635095110857568</id><published>2007-10-02T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:07:02.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Tells Muslims to Leave Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor Tells Muslims to Leave Country&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for        Michigan State University professor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do we have here?        Looks like a small case of some people Being able to dish it out, but not        take it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the top.       &lt;br /&gt;The story begins at Michigan State University with a mechanical        engineering professor named Indrek Wichman.  Wichman sent an e-mail        to The Muslim Student's Association. The e-mail was in response to the        students' protest of the Danish Cartoons that portrayed the Prophet        Muhammad as a terrorist. The group Had complained the cartoons were "hate        speech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter        Professor Wichman. In his e-mail, he said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Moslem Association:&lt;br /&gt;As a        professor of Mechanical Engineering here at MSU I intend to Protest your        protest. I am offended not by cartoons, but by more Mundane things like        beheadings of civilians, cowardly attacks on Public buildings, suicide        murders, murders of Catholic priests (the latest in Turkey ), burnings of        Christian churches, the continued persecution of Coptic Christians in        Egypt , the imposition of Sharia Law on non-Muslims, the rapes of        Scandinavian girls and women (called "whores" in your culture), the        murder of film directors in Holland , and the rioting and looting in Paris        France . This is what offends me, a soft-spoken person and academic, and        many, many of my colleagues. I Counsel your dissatisfied, aggressive,        brutal, and uncivilized Slave-trading Moslems to be very aware of this as        you proceed with Your infantile "protests." If you do not like the values        of the West - see the 1st Amendment - You are free to leave. I hope for        God's sake that most of you choose that option. Please return to your        ancestral homelands and build them up yourselves instead of troubling        Americans. &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Cordially, \u003cbr\&gt;I. S. Wichman \u003cbr\&gt;Professor of \n      Mechanical Engineering\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/i\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003ci\&gt;\u003cfont lang\u003d\"0\" style\u003d\"background-color:#ffffff\" face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#000000\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/i\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003ci\&gt;\u003cfont lang\u003d\"0\" style\u003d\"background-color:#ffffff\" face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#000000\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/i\&gt;\u003cfont lang\u003d\"0\" style\u003d\"background-color:#ffffff\" face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#000000\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt; \n      \u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont lang\u003d\"0\" style\u003d\"background-color:#ffffff\" face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#333333\" size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;As you can imagine, the \n      Muslim group at the university didn&amp;#39;t like this too well. They&amp;#39;re \n      demanding that Wichman be reprimanded and mandatory diversity training for \n      faculty and a seminar on hate and discrimination for freshman. Now the \n      chapter of CAIR has jumped into the fray. CAIR, the Council on \n      American-Islamic Relations, apparently  doesn&amp;#39;t believe that the good \n      professor had the right to express his opinion. \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;For its part, the \n      university is standing its ground, saying the e-mail was private, and they \n      don&amp;#39;t intend to publicly condemn his remarks. \u003cbr\&gt;Wichman says he never \n      intended for his e-mail to be made public, and would have used stronger \n      \u003cbr\&gt;Language if he&amp;#39;d known it was going to get out. \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;If you&amp;#39;re in \n      favor of freedom of speech, \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Send this to your friends, and ask \n      them to do the same. Tell them to \u003cbr\&gt;keep passing it around until the \n      whole 2 countries of Canada AND the U. S. gets it. We are in a \n      War. This political correctness crap is getting old and killing us \n      .\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont lang\u003d\"0\" style\u003d\"background-color:#ffffff\" face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#000000\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"4\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n      \u003cdiv\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\u003c/tr\&gt;\n  \u003ctr\&gt;\n    \u003ctd width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n      \u003ctable cellspacing\u003d\"0\" cellpadding\u003d\"0\" width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n        \u003ctbody\&gt;\n        \u003ctr\&gt;\n          \u003ctd width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\n          \u003ctd valign\u003d\"bottom\" align\u003d\"middle\"\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\n          \u003ctd valign\u003d\"bottom\" align\u003d\"middle\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordially,&lt;br /&gt;I. S. Wichman&lt;br /&gt;Professor of        Mechanical Engineering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"   lang="0"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"   lang="0"&gt;As you can imagine, the        Muslim group at the university didn't like this too well. They're        demanding that Wichman be reprimanded and mandatory diversity training for        faculty and a seminar on hate and discrimination for freshman. Now the        chapter of CAIR has jumped into the fray. CAIR, the Council on        American-Islamic Relations, apparently  doesn't believe that the good        professor had the right to express his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For its part, the        university is standing its ground, saying the e-mail was private, and they        don't intend to publicly condemn his remarks.&lt;br /&gt;Wichman says he never        intended for his e-mail to be made public, and would have used stronger       &lt;br /&gt;Language if he'd known it was going to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in        favor of freedom of speech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to your friends, and ask        them to do the same. Tell them to&lt;br /&gt;keep passing it around until the        whole 2 countries of Canada AND the U. S. gets it. We are in a        War. This political correctness crap is getting old and killing us        .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6517635095110857568?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6517635095110857568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6517635095110857568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6517635095110857568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6517635095110857568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/10/professor-tells-muslims-to-leave.html' title='Professor Tells Muslims to Leave Country'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6740668541173801734</id><published>2007-09-17T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:36:57.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Email in a Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My        husband and I had been happily (most of the time) married for five        years but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some        serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child,        I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it        with his word as my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God answered my prayers and        blessed us with a son. The next year God blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;us with        another son. The following year, he blessed us with yet another        son. The year after that we were blessed with        adaughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My husband thought we'd been blessed right into        poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was only four        years old. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I        meant it. As a minister once told me, "If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an        umbrella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the        children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good        start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't        want to disappoint him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tried to be patient the day the        children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for        baby chicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tried to be understanding when they started        a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took        me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three        frogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and        rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried        to see the humor rather than the mess. In spite of changing        over twenty-five thousand diapers,never eating a hot meal and never        sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God        daily for my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While I couldn't keep my promise to        be a perfect mother - I didn't even come close - I did keep        my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter        we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a        bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Something        was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave        us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of Godto        give us his last wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My proudest moment came        during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was        playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was        a wise man. This was their moment to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My        five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, "We found the babe        wrapped in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said,        "The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes." My four-year-old "Mary" said, "That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly.        That's dirty, rotten clothes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A wrestling match broke out        between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel,        who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little lower        in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and        it bounced down the aisle crying, "Mama-mama." Mary grabbed the        doll,wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men        arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe        and a paper crown,knelt at the manger and announced, "We are the        three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and        fur."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the        pageant got a standing ovation. "I've never enjoyed a Christmas        program as much as this one," laughed the pastor, wiping tears from        his eyes. "For the rest of mylife, I'll never hear the Christmas        story without thinking of gold, common sense        and fur."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"My children are my pride and my        joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse for        an aspirin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him        Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had no degree, yet they called Him        Teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had no medicines, yet they called Him        Healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had no army, yet kings feared        Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He won no military battles, yet He conquered the        world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He committed no crime, yet they crucified        Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives        today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves        us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you believe in God and in Jesus Christ His        Son, send this to all on your buddy        list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;the spare bedroom, although it took \n      me nearly two hours to catch all\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;twenty-three \n      frogs.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and \n      rolled up in a blanket\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried \n      to see the humor rather than \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;the\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;mess. In spite of changing \n      over twenty-five thousand diapers,never eating a\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;hot meal and never \n      sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;thank God \n      daily for my children.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;While I couldn&amp;#39;t keep my promise to \n      be a perfect mother - I didn&amp;#39;t even \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;come\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;close - I did keep \n      my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I knew I \n      \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;was\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter \n      we were going to\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a \n      bar of soap along to &amp;quot;wash\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;up&amp;quot; Jesus, too.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;Something \n      was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave \n      us\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of Godto \n      give us his\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;last wife.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;My proudest moment came \n      during the children&amp;#39;s Christmas pageant. My \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;daughter\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;was \n      playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was \n      a\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;wise man. This was their moment to shine.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;My \n      five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, &amp;quot;We found the babe \n      \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;wrapped\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;in swaddling clothes.&amp;quot; But he was nervous and said, \n      &amp;quot;The baby was wrapped \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;in\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;wrinkled clothes.&amp;quot; My \n      four-year-old &amp;quot;Mary&amp;quot; said, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s not &amp;#39;wrinkled\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;clothes,&amp;#39; silly. \n      That&amp;#39;s dirty, rotten clothes.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;A wrestling match broke out \n      between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;by\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;an angel, \n      who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;lower \n      in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and \n      it\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;bounced down the aisle crying, &amp;quot;Mama-mama.&amp;quot; Mary grabbed the \n      doll,wrapped \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;it\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;back up and held it tightly as the wise men \n      arrived.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe \n      and a paper crown,knelt at\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;the manger and announced, &amp;quot;We are the \n      three wise men, and we are bringing\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;gifts of gold, common sense and \n      fur.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the \n      pageant got a standing\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;ovation. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve never enjoyed a Christmas \n      program as much as this one,&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;laughed the pastor, wiping tears from \n      his eyes. &amp;quot;For the rest of mylife, I\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;ll never hear the Christmas \n      story without thinking of gold, common sense \n      \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;and\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;fur.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&amp;quot;My children are my pride and my \n      joy and my greatest blessing,&amp;quot; I said as I\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;dug through my purse for \n      an aspirin.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him \n      Master.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;Had no degree, yet they called Him \n      Teacher.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;Had no medicines, yet they called Him \n      Healer.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;Had no army, yet kings feared \n      Him.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;He won no military battles, yet He conquered the \n      world.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;He committed no crime, yet they crucified \n      Him.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives \n      today.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves \n      us.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;If you believe in God and in Jesus Christ His \n      Son, send this to all on your\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;buddy \n      list.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALL\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\u003c/tr\&gt;\n  \u003ctr\&gt;\n    \u003ctd width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n      \u003ctable cellspacing\u003d\"0\" cellpadding\u003d\"0\" width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n        \u003ctbody\&gt;\n        \u003ctr\&gt;\n          \u003ctd width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\n          \u003ctd valign\u003d\"bottom\" align\u003d\"middle\"\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\n          ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6740668541173801734?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6740668541173801734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6740668541173801734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6740668541173801734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6740668541173801734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-email-in-long-time.html' title='Best Email in a Long Time'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-727192922998626392</id><published>2007-09-10T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:02:11.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand &amp; Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two friends were walking through the desert during some point of the journey, they had an argument and one friend slapped the other on in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, my best friend slapped me in the face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, my best friend saved my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget. I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not value the material things you have in your life, but value the people you have in your life! and if I happen to get it back, then I know my place in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-727192922998626392?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/727192922998626392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=727192922998626392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/727192922998626392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/727192922998626392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/09/sand-stone.html' title='Sand &amp; Stone'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-7968603305539473246</id><published>2007-09-04T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:13:23.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Harvey and Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going  to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in  December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't  go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of  evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life, liberty or your  pursuit of happiness will not be endangered  because someone says a 30-second prayer before a  football game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what's the big  deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they  believe in and asking him to grant safety to the  players on the field and the fans going home from  the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But it's a Christian  prayer, some will argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes,   the United States of America and Canada, countries founded on Christian principles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;According to our  very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber  all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you  expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I went to a football game in Jerusalem , I  would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad, I would  expect to hear a Muslim prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I went to a ping pong match in China, I would  expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I wouldn't be offended. It wouldn't bother me  one bit. When in Rome .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But what about the atheists? is another argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What about  them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nobody is asking them to be baptized.  We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just  humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too  much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the  bathroom. Visit the concession stand. Call your  lawyer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately, one or two  will make that call. One or two will tell  thousands what they can and cannot do. I don't  think a short prayer at a football game is going  to shake the world's foundations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Christians are just sick and tired of turning the  other cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our parents and grandparents taught us to  pray before eating; to pray before we go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our Bible tells us to pray  without ceasing. Now a handful of people and their  lawyers are telling us to cease praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God, help  us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if that last sentence  offends you, well .. just sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The silent majority has been silent too  long.. It's time we let that one or two who scream  loud enough to be heard know that the vast  majority don't care what they want. It is time the  majority rules! It's time we tell them, you don't  have to pray; you don't have to say the pledge of  allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or  attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and  we will honor your right.. But by golly, you are  no longer going to take our rights away. We are  fighting back and we WILL WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God bless us one and all ...  especially those who denounce Him. God bless  America and Canada, despite all their faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They are still the greatest nations of  all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God bless our service men and  women who are fighting to protect our right to  pray and worship God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;September 2007 be the year the silent majority is  heard and we put God back as the foundation of our  families and institutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keep looking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \n\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad, I would \nexpect to hear a\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Muslim prayer.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \n\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    If I went to a ping pong match in China, I would \nexpect to hear\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    someone pray to Buddha.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \n\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    And I wouldn&amp;#39;t be offended. It wouldn&amp;#39;t bother me \none bit. When in\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Rome .\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \n\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    But what about the atheists? is another argument. \n**\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    **\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    What about \nthem? **\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Nobody is asking them to be baptized. \nWe&amp;#39;re not going to pass the\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    collection plate. Just \nhumor us for 30 seconds. If that&amp;#39;s asking too\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    \nmuch, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the \nbathroom.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Visit the concession stand. Call your \nlawyer!\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Unfortunately, one or two \nwill make that call. One or\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    two will tell \nthousands what they can and cannot do.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    I don&amp;#39;t \nthink a short prayer at a football game is\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    going \nto shake the world&amp;#39;s foundations.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    \nChristians are just sick and tired of turning the \nother\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    cheek while our courts strip us of all our \nrights. Our\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    parents and grandparents taught us to \npray before\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    eating; to pray before we go to \nsleep.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Our Bible tells us to pray \nwithout ceasing. Now a\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    handful of people and their \nlawyers are telling us\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    to cease praying. \n**\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    **\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    **/_God, help \nus._/**/_ _/**\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    **/_And if that last sentence \noffends you, well .. just sue me.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    \n_/**\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    The silent majority has been silent too \nlong.. It&amp;#39;s time we let that\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    one or two who scream \nloud enough to be heard **know** **that the\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    vast \nmajority don&amp;#39;t care what they want. It is time the \nmajority\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    rules! It&amp;#39;s time we tell them, you don&amp;#39;t \nhave to pray; you don&amp;#39;t",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt; D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    have to say the pledge of \nallegiance; you don&amp;#39;t have to believe in\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    God or \nattend services that honor Him. That is your right, and \nwe\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    will honor your right.. But by golly, you are \nno longer going to\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    take our rights away. We are \nfighting back . .. **and we** **WILL\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    \nWIN!**\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    God bless us one and all ... \nespecially those who denounce Him. God\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    bless \nAmerica and Canada, despite all their faults. *\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \n\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    *They are still the greatest nations of \nall.\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    God bless our service men and \nwomen who are fighting to protect our\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    right to \npray and worship God. *\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    \n*\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    May 2007 be the year the silent majority is \nheard and we put God\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    back as the foundation of our \nfamilies and institutions. **\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    \n**\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    Keep looking up.*\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt; \n\u003cbr\&gt;&gt;&gt;    */_If you agree with this, please pass it on. If \nnot delete it\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003chr\&gt;\nI am using the free version of SPAMfighter for private users.\u003cbr\&gt;It has removed \n414 spam emails to date.\u003cbr\&gt;Paying users do not have this message in their \nemails.\u003cbr\&gt;Try \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.spamfighter.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;SPAMfighter\u003c/a\&gt; for free \nnow!\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-7968603305539473246?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/7968603305539473246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=7968603305539473246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7968603305539473246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7968603305539473246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/09/paul-harvey-and-prayer.html' title='Paul Harvey and Prayer'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-7625057106869507866</id><published>2007-08-27T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:53:04.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23 - Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is an eye opener... Some probably  never thought nor looked   at this  Psalm   in this  way... even though they say it over and over  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Lord is my  Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;        That's  Relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I shall not  want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Supply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    He maketh me to lie down in green  pastures.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's  Rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He leadeth me beside the still  waters.&lt;br /&gt;        That's  Refreshment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    He restoreth my  soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    He leadeth me in the paths of   righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Guidance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    For His name  sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of  death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Testing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I will fear no  evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    For Thou art with  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort  me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my  enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Thou anointest my head with  oil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Consecration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    My cup runneth  over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        That's  Abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         That's  Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the  Lord.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's  Security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That's  Eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, the Lord and I think you  are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to the people you think  are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was pretty special, just like YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What is most valuable, is not what we have in our lives; but WHO we  have in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-7625057106869507866?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/7625057106869507866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=7625057106869507866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7625057106869507866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7625057106869507866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/08/psalm-23-explained.html' title='Psalm 23 - Explained'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-1726618573201533730</id><published>2007-08-20T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:22:45.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail from God</title><content type='html'>One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of  the rascally behaviour that was going on. So God called one of  the angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  she returned, she told God, "Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% aremisbehaving and only 5% are not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thought for a moment and  said, "Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another  opinion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for  a time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angel returned he went to God and said,  "Yes, it's true. The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving,  but 5% are being good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was not pleased. So He decided to  e-mail the 5% who were being good because he wanted to encourage them  ..... give them a little something to help them keep  going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the e-mail said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just wondering; I didn't get one either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-1726618573201533730?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/1726618573201533730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=1726618573201533730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/1726618573201533730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/1726618573201533730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-mail-from-god.html' title='E-mail from God'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6837301251865020052</id><published>2007-08-09T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:46:44.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write  something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he  later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the best thing I ever wrote."  It also was the last.  Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a  cousin found it  while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley  High School . Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted  every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his  homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only two months before, he had handwritten the  essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every  moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and  Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes  such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr.  Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He  was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce  Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from  the  wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.   The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits  in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant  to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and  her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for  Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;                                                Brian's Essay: The Room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 card  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 endless 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. &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt;This lifeless room with its small files was a crude \ncatalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, \nbig and small, in a detail my memory couldn&amp;#39;t match. A sense of wonder and \ncuriosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening \nfiles and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a \nsense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see \nif anyone was watching. \u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt; A file named &amp;quot;Friends&amp;quot; was next to one marked \n&amp;quot;Friends I have betrayed.&amp;quot; The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright \nweird &amp;quot;Books I Have Read,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Lies I Have Told,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Comfort I have Given,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Jokes I \nHave Laughed at.&amp;quot; Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: &amp;quot;Things I&amp;#39;ve \nyelled at my brothers.&amp;quot; Others I couldn&amp;#39;t laugh at: &amp;quot;Things I Have Done in My \nAnger&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.&amp;quot; I never ceased \nto be surprised by the contents. \u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt;Often there were many more cards than I expected. \nSometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer  volume of the \nlife I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill \neach of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed \nthis truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my \nsignature.  When I pulled out the file marked &amp;quot;TV Shows I have watched&amp;quot;, \nI  realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed \ntightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn&amp;#39;t found the end of the file. I \nshut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast wasted \ntime I knew that file represented.  When I came to a file marked &amp;quot;Lustful \nThoughts,&amp;quot; I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an \ninch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its \ndetailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been \nrecorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No \none must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy \nthem!&amp;quot; In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn&amp;#39;t matter now. I had \nto empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding \nit on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and \npulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear \nit.  Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its \nslot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying \nsigh. ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;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 years to fill  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 "TV Shows I have watched",  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 shows but more by the vast wasted  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 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. &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;And then I saw it.. The title was &amp;quot;People I Have Shared \nthe Gospel With.&amp;quot; The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost \nunused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long \nfell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one \nhand. \u003cbr\&gt; \u003cbr\&gt; And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep \nthat they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my \nknees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. \nThe rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever \nknow of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away \nthe tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I \nwatched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I \ncouldn&amp;#39;t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to \nlook at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go \nto the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned \nand looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. \nBut this was a pity that didn&amp;#39;t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face \nwith my hands and began to\u003cbr\&gt;cry again. He walked over and put His arm around \nme. He could have said so many things. But He didn&amp;#39;t say a word. He just cried \nwith me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at \none end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His \nname over mine on each card. &amp;quot;No!&amp;quot; I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to \nsay was &amp;quot;No, no,&amp;quot; as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn&amp;#39;t be on these \ncards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of \nJesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He\u003cbr\&gt; gently took the \ncard back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don&amp;#39;t think I&amp;#39;ll \never understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I \nheard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.  He placed His \nhand on my shoulder and said, &amp;quot;It is finished.&amp;quot; ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it.. The title was "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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep  that they hurt. They 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&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt; 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." &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt;I stood up, and He led me out of the room. \nThere was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be \nwritten. \u003cbr\&gt; \u003cbr\&gt; &amp;quot;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens \nme.&amp;quot;-Phil. 4:13 \u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt; &amp;quot;For God so loved the world that He gave His only \nson, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.&amp;quot; John \n3:16\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000080\"\&gt;If you feel the same way forward it to as many \npeople as you can so the love of Jesus will touch\u003cbr\&gt; their lives also. My \n&amp;quot;People I shared the gospel with&amp;quot; file just got bigger, how about yours? \n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND \nTHE  WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW, \nCHRISTIAN OR NOT!\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt; &amp;quot;LET&amp;#39;S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD&amp;quot; AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU \nALL! \u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Georgia\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;God is Good!\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003chr\&gt;\nI am using the free version of SPAMfighter for private users.\u003cbr\&gt;It has removed \n361 spam emails to date.\u003cbr\&gt;Paying users do not have this message in their \nemails.\u003cbr\&gt;Try \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.spamfighter.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;SPAMfighter\u003c/a\&gt; for free \nnow!\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens  me."-Phil. 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; "For God so loved the world that He gave His only  son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John  3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;If you feel the same way forward it to as many  people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch&lt;br /&gt; their lives also. My  "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND  THE  WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW,  CHRISTIAN OR NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU  ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God is Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6837301251865020052?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6837301251865020052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6837301251865020052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6837301251865020052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6837301251865020052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/08/room.html' title='The Room'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-8435435006809743517</id><published>2007-07-30T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:04:07.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just need something soft in your life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is        so beautiful, you must watch it- it only takes 3 or 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/" href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.theinterviewwithgod&lt;wbr&gt;.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-8435435006809743517?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/8435435006809743517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=8435435006809743517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/8435435006809743517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/8435435006809743517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-you-just-need-something-soft.html' title='Sometimes you just need something soft in your life!'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6747022211989622346</id><published>2007-07-24T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:03:45.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD PARTING THE HEAVENS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RqYUQvwypMI/AAAAAAAAABU/NmGYKcNsG-g/s1600-h/image001111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RqYUQvwypMI/AAAAAAAAABU/NmGYKcNsG-g/s320/image001111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090778706720498882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"There will be signs in the heavens and the earth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photo taken in                                Kentucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Cara                                Winship sent this out it is called: God's                                hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times NewDA Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;I                                took this picture on Hwy 30, traveling to                                London                                City, KY.  It has                                given me strength in the times of trouble.  I                                feel I should share it with the rest of the world.                                I hope it is an inspiration to you.  It just                                goes to show what we already know... &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We                                have a God and he's watching over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;I                                e-mailed this picture to News Chanel 36.  I                                was contacted by Meteorologist John James. He                                said that this picture of the sky                                is showing up, in all states, around the                                world.  He wanted to know where I was from                                and where I took it.  He saw a similar                                picture taken in Texas. He said                                this is amazing to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6747022211989622346?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6747022211989622346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6747022211989622346' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6747022211989622346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6747022211989622346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-parting-heavens.html' title='GOD PARTING THE HEAVENS!!'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RqYUQvwypMI/AAAAAAAAABU/NmGYKcNsG-g/s72-c/image001111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-5762350281835632878</id><published>2007-07-16T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:54:48.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH~WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A sick man turned to his    doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,   &lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quietly, the doctor said,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't    know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was holding the handle of the door. On the other side    came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a    dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the patient, the doctor said,&lt;br /&gt;"Did you notice my dog?    He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside.    He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door    opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other    side of death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I do know one    thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know my Master    is there and that is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May today    there be peace within you.&lt;br /&gt;May you trust God that you are exactly    where you are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that friends are quiet angels who    lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to    fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;You cannot do a kindness    too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-5762350281835632878?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/5762350281835632878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=5762350281835632878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5762350281835632878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/5762350281835632878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-forget-things-sometimes.html' title='DEATH~WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6369300598042606468</id><published>2007-07-03T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:56:11.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The funeral is scheduled for Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, March 14, 2003 until Sunday, March 16, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RoqNckl0nfI/AAAAAAAAABM/eVtX5E233N8/s1600-h/C0566996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 329px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RoqNckl0nfI/AAAAAAAAABM/eVtX5E233N8/s320/C0566996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083030651439193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6369300598042606468?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6369300598042606468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6369300598042606468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6369300598042606468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6369300598042606468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/07/obituaries.html' title='Obituaries'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RoqNckl0nfI/AAAAAAAAABM/eVtX5E233N8/s72-c/C0566996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-6467773795492603322</id><published>2007-06-27T11:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:20:37.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Forget Things Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;In 1906  the Titanic disaster was still some six years away; but now historians say that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;San  Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;’s pride  and joy, the Palace Hotel, was the Titanic of that day. Built ostensibly to be  earthquake proof (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;San  Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; had  known past quakes), in only a few hours on April 18 the Palace was ruins. When  the people saw it burn, they knew that their beloved city was doomed. The fire  was worse than the quake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;Why  would a God of love permit such a horrendous disaster? The death count was close  to that of our 9/11 (there was no Al Qaida to blame, only God). Now, a century  later, the seismologists warn that another big quake is due anytime and very  little preparation has been made for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;When we  stop to reason, we can begin to realize that the pride and greed of man made the  1906 disaster worse than it needed to be. Previous quakes had destroyed much of  the city (1864, 1898) and the resultant rubble had been dumped in the Bay, only  to create new “land” on which more city had foolishly been erected. It was  lethal building land. Every square inch seemed valuable for putting buildings  on; even dirt that filled in lakes was built on (it also liquefied in the  quake). &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt;California\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt; was \nbooming and \u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt;San \nFrancisco\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt; was \nwhere wealth came easily. Money for building seemed unlimited. Heaven was being \nbuilt on earth. And God was pretty well forgotten. Let’s not forget Him \ntoday.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-indent:0in\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-indent:0in\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt;He has \nindeed promised to create “new heavens and a new earth,” but not before the \nsecond coming of Christ. The earth is fragile like an old garment worn out (Isa. \n51:6); God has not promised to re-create those earthquake faults now, nor stop \nthe formation of hurricanes and tornadoes now. But He has promised to care for \nthose who “dwell in the secret place” of prayer with Him (Psalm 91), and are \n“content.... having food and raiment” though living among popular extravagance \n(1 Tim. 6:6-9). If God calls you to live and work in the equivalent of \n“\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt;San \nFrancisco\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Helvetica\"\&gt;,” do so \nas a missionary.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; was  booming and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;San  Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; was  where wealth came easily. Money for building seemed unlimited. Heaven was being  built on earth. And God was pretty well forgotten. Let’s not forget Him  today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;He has  indeed promised to create “new heavens and a new earth,” but not before the  second coming of Christ. The earth is fragile like an old garment worn out (Isa.  51:6); God has not promised to re-create those earthquake faults now, nor stop  the formation of hurricanes and tornadoes now. But He has promised to care for  those who “dwell in the secret place” of prayer with Him (Psalm 91), and are  “content.... having food and raiment” though living among popular extravagance  (1 Tim. 6:6-9). If God calls you to live and work in the equivalent of  “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;San  Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;,” do so  as a missionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-6467773795492603322?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/6467773795492603322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=6467773795492603322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6467773795492603322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/6467773795492603322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-forget-things-sometimes.html' title='We Forget Things Sometimes'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-2006178344813052352</id><published>2007-06-18T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:47:43.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knelt to pray but  not for long,&lt;br /&gt;I had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hurry and get to work&lt;br /&gt;For  bills would soon be due.&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt;And jumped  up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt;My soul could rest at  ease.....&lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time&lt;br /&gt;To spread a word of cheer&lt;br /&gt;No time  to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;br /&gt;No time, no  time, too much to do,&lt;br /&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls  in need&lt;br /&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;br /&gt;I went before the  Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For in his hands God! held a  book;&lt;br /&gt;It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;br /&gt;"Your  name I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;I once was going to write it down...&lt;br /&gt;But never found  the time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-2006178344813052352?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/2006178344813052352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=2006178344813052352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/2006178344813052352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/2006178344813052352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/06/poem.html' title='The Poem'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-4327450420662270368</id><published>2007-06-13T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:03:48.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers</title><content type='html'>The man whispered, "God, speak to me"&lt;br /&gt;and a meadowlark sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACgtay-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HgloDUplqXw/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACgtay-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HgloDUplqXw/s320/image001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075559541017606178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the man did not hear. So the man yelled, "God, speak to me"&lt;br /&gt;and the thunder rolled across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACqNay-DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9kJe7Jmpj3Y/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACqNay-DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9kJe7Jmpj3Y/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075559704226363442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the man did not listen. The man looked around and said,&lt;br /&gt;"God let me see you." And a star shined brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACx9ay-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QCfGuDMM9Ao/s1600-h/image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 271px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACx9ay-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QCfGuDMM9Ao/s320/image003.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075559837370349634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man did not see. And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;And, a life was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnAC9Nay-FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EIU-8pXD57M/s1600-h/image004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnAC9Nay-FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EIU-8pXD57M/s320/image004.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075560030643877970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the man did not notice. So, the man cried out in despair,&lt;br /&gt;"Touch me God, and let me know you are here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.&lt;br /&gt;But, the man brushed the butterfly away .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnADLNay-GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rERj0ZXcWgk/s1600-h/image005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnADLNay-GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rERj0ZXcWgk/s320/image005.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075560271162046562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted ... even in our electronic age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would like to add one more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man cried, "God, I need your help!" And an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnAHCday-HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YXFiineCMWo/s1600-h/image006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnAHCday-HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YXFiineCMWo/s320/image006.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075564518884702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the man deleted it and continued crying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the unexpected.....Have A Happy Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-4327450420662270368?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/4327450420662270368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=4327450420662270368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/4327450420662270368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/4327450420662270368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/06/whispers.html' title='Whispers'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsiUnVEWBfI/RnACgtay-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HgloDUplqXw/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-7885696301111773733</id><published>2007-06-04T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:47:27.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law is the Law?</title><content type='html'>I hope this makes its way around CANADA several times over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the CANADIAN government determines that it is against the law for the words "under God" to be on our money, then, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that same government decides that the "Ten&lt;br /&gt;Commandments" are not to be used in or on a government installation, then, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since they already have prohibited any prayer in the schools, on which they deem their authority, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "so be it," because I would like to be a law abiding Canadian citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "so be it," because I would like to think that smarter people than I are in positions to make good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that those people have the Canadian Public's best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I'D LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we can't pray to God, can't Trust in God and cannot post His Commandments in Government buildings, I don't believe the Government and its employees should&lt;br /&gt;participate in the Easter and Christmas.... celebrations which honor the God that our government is eliminating from many facets of Canadian life.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like my mail delivered on Christmas, Good Friday,Thanksgiving &amp; Easter. After all, it's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like our Government to be in session on Christmas, Good Friday,Thanksgiving &amp;amp; Easter as well as Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like ALL Representatives to not have to worry about getting home for the "Christmas Break." After all ~~~it's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that a lot of my taxpayer dollars could be saved, if all government offices &amp; services would work on Christmas, Good Friday &amp;amp; Easter. It shouldn't cost any overtime since those would be just like any other day of the week to a government that is trying to be "politically correct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that our government should work on Sundays (initially set aside for worshipping God...) because, after all, our government says that it should be just another day....&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this idea gets to enough people, maybe our elected officials will stop giving in to the minority opinions and begin, once again, to represent the majority" of ALL of the people. SO BE IT........... PASS THIS ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP RETURN SANITY TO CANADA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-7885696301111773733?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/7885696301111773733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=7885696301111773733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7885696301111773733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/7885696301111773733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-pretty-neat.html' title='The Law is the Law?'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399981280506684867.post-1650979824957934143</id><published>2007-05-29T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:35:31.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little boy's explanation of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It  was written by an 8-year-old        named Danny Dutton,  who lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it  for his third        grade homework assignment, to  "explain God." I wonder if any of us        could have  done as well? [  .... and he had such an assignment,        in California, and  someone published        it, I guess miracles do happen !  ... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPLANATION         OF GOD:&lt;br /&gt;"One of God's main jobs is making  people. He makes them        to replace the ones that  die, so there will be enough people to take        care  of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just         babies. I think because they are smaller and  easier to make. That        way he doesn't have to take  up his valuable time teaching them to        talk and  walk. He can just leave that to mothers and         fathers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's  second most important job is listening        to prayers.  An awful lot of this goes on, since some people,         like preachers and things, pray at times beside  bedtime. God doesn't        have time to listen to the  radio or TV because of this. Because he        hears  everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise  in his        ears, unless he has thought of a way to  turn it        off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God  sees everything and hears everything and        is  everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you  shouldn't go        wasting his time by going over your  mom and dad's head asking for        something they said  you couldn't have."&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;Atheists  \n      are people who don&amp;#39;t believe in God. I don&amp;#39;t think  there are any in \n      Chula \n      Vista. At  least there aren&amp;#39;t any who come to \n      our  church.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;Jesus  is God&amp;#39;s Son. He used to do all the \n      hard work,  like walking on water and performing miracles and  \n      trying to teach the people who didn&amp;#39;t want to  learn about God. They \n      finally got tired of him  preaching to them and they crucified him \n      But he  was good and kind, like his father, and he told  his \n      father that they didn&amp;#39;t know what they were  doing and to forgive \n      them and God said  O.K.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;His  dad (God) appreciated \n      everything that he had done  and all his hard work on earth so he \n      told him he  didn&amp;#39;t have to go out on the road anymore. He  \n      could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps  his dad out by \n      listening to prayers and seeing  things which are important for God \n      to take care of  and which ones he can take care of himself \n      without  having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more  \n      important.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;You  can pray anytime you want and they are \n      sure to  help you because they got it worked out so one of  them \n      is on duty all the time.&amp;quot;  \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;You  should always go to \n      church on Sunday because it  makes God happy, and if there&amp;#39;s anybody \n      you want  to make happy, it&amp;#39;s God!\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Don&amp;#39;t  skip church \n      to do something you think will be more  fun like going to the beach. \n      This is wrong. And  besides the sun doesn&amp;#39;t come out at the \n      beach  until noon anyway.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;If  you don&amp;#39;t believe in \n      God, besides being an  atheist, you will be very lonely, because \n      your  parents can&amp;#39;t go everywhere with you, like to  camp, but \n      God can. It is good to know He&amp;#39;s around  you when you&amp;#39;re scared, in \n      the dark or when you  can&amp;#39;t swim and you get thrown into real deep \n      water  by big kids.&amp;quot;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atheists         are people who don't believe in God. I don't think  there are any in        Chula        Vista. At  least there aren't any who come to        our  church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus  is God's Son. He used to do all the        hard work,  like walking on water and performing miracles and         trying to teach the people who didn't want to  learn about God. They        finally got tired of him  preaching to them and they crucified him        But he  was good and kind, like his father, and he told  his        father that they didn't know what they were  doing and to forgive        them and God said  O.K."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His  dad (God) appreciated        everything that he had done  and all his hard work on earth so he        told him he  didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He         could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps  his dad out by        listening to prayers and seeing  things which are important for God        to take care of  and which ones he can take care of himself        without  having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more         important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You  can pray anytime you want and they are        sure to  help you because they got it worked out so one of  them        is on duty all the time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You  should always go to        church on Sunday because it  makes God happy, and if there's anybody        you want  to make happy, it's God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  skip church        to do something you think will be more  fun like going to the beach.        This is wrong. And  besides the sun doesn't come out at the        beach  until noon anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If  you don't believe in        God, besides being an  atheist, you will be very lonely, because        your  parents can't go everywhere with you, like to  camp, but        God can. It is good to know He's around  you when you're scared, in        the dark or when you  can't swim and you get thrown into real deep        water  by big kids."&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;But...you  shouldn&amp;#39;t just \n      always think of what God can do for  you. I figure God put me here \n      and he can take me  back anytime he \n      pleases.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;And...that&amp;#39;s  why I believe in God.&amp;quot; \n      \u003cbr\&gt;   \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;(Please pass this on, and may  God \n      bless you too.)\u003cbr\&gt;Have  an awesome day, and know that someone has \n      thought  about  \n      you!\u003cbr\&gt; \u003cbr\&gt;  \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n      \u003cp\&gt;\n      \u003cp\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Georgia\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt; \u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\u003c/tr\&gt;\n  \u003ctr\&gt;\n    \u003ctd width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n      \u003ctable cellspacing\u003d\"0\" cellpadding\u003d\"0\" width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\n        \u003ctbody\&gt;\n        \u003ctr\&gt;\n          \u003ctd width\u003d\"100%\"\&gt;\u003cstrong\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Georgia\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/strong\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\n          \u003ctd valign\u003d\"bottom\" align\u003d\"middle\"\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\n          \u003ctd valign\u003d\"bottom\" align\u003d\"middle\"\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\u003c/tr\&gt;\u003c/tbody\&gt;\u003c/table\&gt;\u003c/td\&gt;\u003c/tr\&gt;\u003c/tbody\&gt;\u003c/table\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?id\u003d409&amp;lang\u003d9\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\u003c/a\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/p\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003chr\&gt;I am using the free version of SPAMfighter for private users.\u003cbr\&gt;It has removed 514 spam emails to date.\u003cbr\&gt;Paying users do not have this message in their emails.\u003cbr\&gt;Try \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.spamfighter.com/len\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;SPAMfighter\u003c/a\&gt; for free now!\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...you  shouldn't just        always think of what God can do for  you. I figure God put me here        and he can take me  back anytime he        pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...that's  why I believe in God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399981280506684867-1650979824957934143?l=christianspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/feeds/1650979824957934143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399981280506684867&amp;postID=1650979824957934143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/1650979824957934143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399981280506684867/posts/default/1650979824957934143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianspam.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-boys-explanation-of-god.html' title='A little boy&apos;s explanation of God'/><author><name>Derailed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579103812468824367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
