Wednesday, December 07, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] WHO STARTED CHRISTMAS?

WHO STARTED CHRISTMAS?

This morning I heard a story on the radio of a woman who was out Christmas
shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row
of toys and everything else imaginable. And after hours of hearing both her
children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally
made it to the elevator with her two kids.

She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of
the year. Overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming,
taste all the holiday food and treats, getting that perfect gift for every
single person on our shopping list, making sure we don't forget anyone on
our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who
sent us a card.

Finally the elevator doors opened and there was already a crowd in the car.
She pushed her way into the car and dragged her two kids in with her and all
the bags of stuff. When the doors closed she couldn't take it anymore and
stated, "Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung
up and shot."

From the back of the car everyone heard a quiet calm voice respond, "Don't
worry we already crucified him." For the rest of the trip down the elevator
it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Don't forget this year to keep the One who started this whole Christmas
thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word. If we all did it,
just think of how different this whole world would be.

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Tuesday, December 06, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE CHRISTMAS TEN COMMANDMENTS

THE CHRISTMAS TEN COMMANDMENTS

 

1. Thou shalt give thy heart to Christ. Let Him be at the top of thy Christmas list

 

2. Thou shalt prepare thy soul for Christmas. Spend not so much on gifts that thy soul is forgotten.

 

3. Thou shalt not let Santa Claus replace Christ, thus robbing the day of its spiritual reality.

 

4. Thou shalt not burden the shop girl, the mailman, and the merchant with complaints and demands.

 

5. Thou shalt give thyself with thy gift. This will increase its value a hundred fold, and he who receiveth it shall treasure it forever.

 

6. Thou shalt not value gifts received by their cost. Even the least expensive may signify love, and that is more priceless than silver and gold.

 

7. Thou shalt not neglect the needy. Share thy blessings with many who will go hungry and cold unless thou are generous.

 

8. Thou shalt not neglect thy church. Its services highlight the true meaning of the season.

 

9. Thou shalt be as a little child. Not until thou has become in spirit as a little one art thou ready to enter into the kingdom of Heaven.

 

10. Thou shall not forget to share your joy, peace and faith with those around you.

 

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Monday, December 05, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] WHY JESUS IS BETTER THAN SANTA CLAUS

WHY JESUS IS BETTER THAN SANTA CLAUS

 

Santa lives at the North Pole ...

JESUS is everywhere.

 

Santa rides in a sleigh ...

JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.

 

Santa comes but once a year ...

JESUS is an ever present help.

 

Santa fills your stockings with goodies ...

JESUS supplies all your needs.

 

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited ...

JESUS stands at your door and knocks, and then enters your heart when invited.

 

You have to wait in line to see Santa ...

JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.

 

Santa lets you sit on his lap ...

JESUS lets you rest in His arms.

 

Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl, what's your name?" ...

JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name, He knows our address too. He knows our history and future and He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.

 

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly ...

JESUS has a heart full of love.

 

All Santa can offer is HO HO HO ...

JESUS offers health, help and hope.

 

Santa says "You better not cry" ...

JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you."

 

Santa's little helpers make toys ...

JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds mansions.

 

Santa may make you chuckle but ...

JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.

 

While Santa puts gifts under your tree ...

JESUS became our gift and died on a tree.

 

It's obvious there is really no comparison.

We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.

We need to put Christ back in CHRISTmas,

Jesus is still the reason for the season.

 

Yes, Jesus is better, he is even better than Santa Claus.

 

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Sunday, December 04, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] ABC's OF BEING A FATHER

ABC's OF BEING A FATHER

 

A - Always trust them to God's care

B - Bring them to church

C - Challenge them to high goals

D - Delight in their achievements

E - Exalt the lord in their presence

F - Frown on evil

G - Give them love

H - Hear their problems

I - Ignore not their childlish fears

J - Joyfully accept their apologies

K - Keep their confidence

L - Live a good example before them

M - Make them your friends

N - Never ignore their endless questions

O - Open your home to their visits

P - Pray for them by name

Q - Quicken your interest in their spirituality

R - Remember their needs

S - Show them the way of salvation

T - Teach them to work

U - Understand they are still young

V - Verify your statements

W - Wean them from bad company

X - eXpect them to obey

Y - Yearn for god's best for them

Z - Zealously guide them in biblical truth

 

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Saturday, December 03, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] BUTTERFLY STORY

BUTTERFLY STORY

 

A man found the cocoon of a butterfly.  One day a small opening appeared.  He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole.  Then it seemed to stop making any progress.  It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no further.

 

So the man decided to help the butterfly.  He took as pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.  The butterfly then emerged easily.  But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

 

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.  Neither happened!  In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.  It never was able to fly.

 

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

 

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.  If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us.  We would not be as strong as we could have been.  And we could never fly.  So have a nice day… and struggle a little.

 

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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] DONUTS

DONUTS

 

There was a boy by the name of Steve who was attending school in Utah. Brother Christianson taught at this particular school. He had an open-door policy and would take in any student that had been thrown out of another class as long as they would abide by his rules. Steve had been kicked out of his sixth period and no other teacher wanted him, so he went into Brother Christianson's class. Steve was told that he could not be late, so he arrived just seconds before the bell rang and he would sit in the very back of the room. He would also be the first to leave after the class was over. One day, Brother Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. After class, Bro. Christianson pulled Steve aside and said, "You think you're pretty tough, don't you?"

 

Steve's answer was, "Yeah, I do."

 

Then Brother Christianson asked, "How many push-ups can you do?"

 

Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

 

"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Brother Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300?"

 

Steve replied, "I don't know… I've never done 300 at a time."

 

"Do you think you could?" Again asked Brother Christianson.

 

"Well, I can try," said Steve.

 

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I need you to do 300 in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it," Brother Christianson said.

 

Steve said, "Well… I think I can… yeah, I can do it."

 

Brother Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday."

 

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, Brother Christianson pulled out a big box of donuts. Now these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited-it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend.

 

Bro. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want a donut?"

 

Cynthia said, "Yes."

 

Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"

 

Steve said, "Sure," and jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten..

 

Then Steve again sat in his desk. Bro. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk. Bro. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe do you want a donut?"

 

Joe said, "Yes."

 

Bro. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?" Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut. And down the second aisle, till Bro. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was captain of the football team and center of the

basketball team. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship. When Bro. Christianson asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"  Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups?"

 

Bro. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."

 

Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."

 

Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked  "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?"

 

Steve started to do ten pushups. Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"

 

Bro. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk.

 

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. Bro. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry.

 

Bro. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"

 

Jenny said, "No."

 

Then Bro. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?" Steve did ten, Jenny got a donut.

 

By now, the students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks. Steve was also having to really put forth a lot of effort to get these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Bro. Christianson asked Robert to watch Steve to make sure he did ten pushups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. So Robert began to watch Steve closely. Bro. Christianson started down the fourth row.

 

During his class, however, some students had wandered in and sat along the heaters along the sides of the room. When Bro. Christianson realized this; he did a quick count and saw 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.

 

Bro. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set. Steve asked Bro. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each

one?"

 

Bro. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups.. You can do them any way that you want." And Bro. Christianson went on.

 

A few moments later, Jason came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!"

 

Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."

 

Bro. Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him."

 

Steve said, "Yes, let him come in."

 

Bro. Christianson said, "Okay, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Steve, will you do ten pushups so that Jason can have a donut?" Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

 

Bro. Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those seated on the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each pushup in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. Sweat was dropping off of his face and, by this time, there was not a dry eye in the room.

 

The very last two girls in the room were cheerleaders and very popular. Bro. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut? Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."

 

Bro. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"

 

Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda..

 

Then Bro. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?" Susan, with tears flowing down her face, asked, "Bro. Christianson, can I help him?"

 

Bro. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, he has to do it alone, Steve, would you do ten pushups so Susan can have a donut?"

 

As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

 

Brother Christianson turned to the room and said.

 

"And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, plead to the Father, "Into thy hands I commend my spirit." With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, he collapsed on the cross and died. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten

 

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Monday, November 28, 2016

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE INTEGRITY OF "UGLY"

THE INTEGRITY OF "UGLY"

 

Everyone in the apartment complex that I that lived in knew who Ugly was.

 

Ugly was the resident tomcat.  Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.  To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a gaping hole.  He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.  His tail has long ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

 

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!"

 

All of the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.  Ugly always had the same reaction.  If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit.  If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around his feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.  If you ever picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

 

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's huskies.  They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled.  From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid.  By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent that Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling.  It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.  Ugly, in so much pain, suffering, and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear.

 

I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then I could hear the distinct sound of purring.  Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.  Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way.  Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

 

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat there and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.  Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.  He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.  To give my total to those I cared for.

 

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

 

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