Welcome to a place where Christ should be exalted and "Self" should be abased!!
Welcome to a place where the BIBLE can be discussed rationally, intelligently, and positively without unnecessary argument!!
Welcome to a place where prayer can be requested and encouraged!!
Welcome to a place where positive and encouraging thoughts from scripture can be shared in a caring and loving way!!
Welcome to a place away from all the arguments, recriminations, and negativity of the outside world!!
Welcome to a place of rest and safety!!
Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Welcome to this Christian thread.
(Please leave all aggression, bitterness, and philosophy outside the door and please wipe your feet before coming inside!!)
I live in my own little world. But it's OK... They know me Here!
Welcome to a place where the BIBLE can be discussed rationally, intelligently, and positively without unnecessary argument!!
Welcome to a place where prayer can be requested and encouraged!!
Welcome to a place where positive and encouraging thoughts from scripture can be shared in a caring and loving way!!
Welcome to a place away from all the arguments, recriminations, and negativity of the outside world!!
Welcome to a place of rest and safety!!
Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Welcome to this Christian thread.
(Please leave all aggression, bitterness, and philosophy outside the door and please wipe your feet before coming inside!!)
I live in my own little world. But it's OK... They know me Here!
I occasionally come out but I do enjoy reading this thread. Except for the odd ripple this is probably one of the nicest threads to read. I enjoy the answer to prayer stories. Not enough good news to hear now adays.
THE WINDOW
Mr. Wilson and Mr. Thayer, both seriously ill, shared a small room in a hospital. The room was just large enough for the pair of them--two beds, two bedside lockers, a door opening on the hall, and one window looking out on the world.
Mr. Wilson, as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining, fluid from his lungs). His bed was next to the window. Mr. Thayer, however, had to spend all his time flat on his back. Both of them had to remain quiet and still, which was the reason they were in the small room by themselves. They were grateful for the peace and privacy, though. None of the bustle and clatter and prying eyes of the general ward for them. Of course, one of the disadvantages of their condition was that they weren't allowed to do much. No reading, no radio, ertainly no television. They had to pass their days quiet and still, just the two of them.
They passed the long morning hours talking about their wives, their children, their homes, their jobs, their hobbies, what they did during the war, where they'd been on vacations. Every afternon, however, when Mr. Wilson was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he saw happening throught the window beside his bed. Mr. Thayer began to live for that hour.
The window apparently overlooked a park with a lake where there were ducks and swans, children throwing them bread and sailing model boats, and young lovers walking hand in hand beneath the trees. There were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball, people relaxing in the sunshine, and right at the back, behind the fringe of trees, there was a fine view of the city skyline. Mr. Thayer would listen to all of this enjoying every minute of it--a child nearly fell into the lake, beautiful girls in their summer dresses stroled in the park, a ball game came to an exciting conclusion, a boy played with his puppy. It got to the place that he could almost see what was happening outside.
One fine afternoon when there was a parade passing by, Mr. Thayer thought, Why should Wilson get to be next to the window and have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't I have the chance too? He felt ashamed for thinking like that, but the more he tried to put the thought out of his mind, the more strongly he wanted to be the one to see all those sights. He would do anything, he felt, for a chance to be by the window. Within a few days, Mr. Thayer had turned completely sour. He should be by the window. He lost sleep brooding about it and grew even more seriously ill, which the doctors couldn't understand.
One night as Mr. Thayer stared at the ceiling, Mr. Wilson suddenly awoke, coughing and choking, the fluid congesting in his lungs. His hands groped for the call button that would bring the night nurse running. Mr. Thayer didn't move. The coughing racked on and on in the darkness. Mr. Wilson choked one final time, and then stopped breathing altogether. Mr. Thayer continued to stare at the ceiling.
In the morning, when the day nurse came into the room with water for their baths, she found Mr. Wilson dead. With no fuss, his body was quietly taken away.
As soon as it seemed decent, Mr. Thayer asked if he could be moved to the bed next to the window. The doctor agreed to let him be moved, and the nurse tucked him in, making him quite comfortable. The minute he was left alone, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, to look out the window.
It faced a blank wall.
Do you ever get the feeling that everybody in the world is experiencing a lot more of life than you are? That they are having all the fun, doing all the exciting things, winning all the prizes, getting all the good stuff? When we live our lives vicariously through the media which is other peoples' window on the world, we begin to feel resentful and envious and deprived of what we think should be rightfuly ours and we become more and more dissatisfied with life. Jesus came to set us free from those illusions. He came so that we could live life to its fullest. He doesn't tease us with empty promises. He came to tell us the truth about ourselves, the truth about the world we live in, and the truth about God. 'I am the way, the truth, and the life" (John 14:6). - Adapted from Hot illustrations of Faith
There's a song that goes 'Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face. . .and the things of earth will grow strangely dim - in the light of His glory and grace.'
Sorry - this is so long - it may be futile but I am attempting to return to the OP - Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Sometimes I don't understand the need to post posts of which the sole purpose seems to be nothing more than to put down or ridicule another person. Does it really feel that good? I try so hard to read something positive into even the most negative post. I try to start each day anew with a clean page and view each person as a beloved child of God - some days are tougher than others.
Anyway - back to my corn processing. I popped in here to find some lighthearted convos while waiting on my corn to boil. Well, take care all - it's good to see old & new posters alike. Have a good evening. I have a wedding reception to go to this evening - and It's a casual get-together - I'm making my good ole pancit (rice noodles!) - so must run along.
Peace starts with a smile.
Mr. Wilson and Mr. Thayer, both seriously ill, shared a small room in a hospital. The room was just large enough for the pair of them--two beds, two bedside lockers, a door opening on the hall, and one window looking out on the world.
Mr. Wilson, as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining, fluid from his lungs). His bed was next to the window. Mr. Thayer, however, had to spend all his time flat on his back. Both of them had to remain quiet and still, which was the reason they were in the small room by themselves. They were grateful for the peace and privacy, though. None of the bustle and clatter and prying eyes of the general ward for them. Of course, one of the disadvantages of their condition was that they weren't allowed to do much. No reading, no radio, ertainly no television. They had to pass their days quiet and still, just the two of them.
They passed the long morning hours talking about their wives, their children, their homes, their jobs, their hobbies, what they did during the war, where they'd been on vacations. Every afternon, however, when Mr. Wilson was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he saw happening throught the window beside his bed. Mr. Thayer began to live for that hour.
The window apparently overlooked a park with a lake where there were ducks and swans, children throwing them bread and sailing model boats, and young lovers walking hand in hand beneath the trees. There were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball, people relaxing in the sunshine, and right at the back, behind the fringe of trees, there was a fine view of the city skyline. Mr. Thayer would listen to all of this enjoying every minute of it--a child nearly fell into the lake, beautiful girls in their summer dresses stroled in the park, a ball game came to an exciting conclusion, a boy played with his puppy. It got to the place that he could almost see what was happening outside.
One fine afternoon when there was a parade passing by, Mr. Thayer thought, Why should Wilson get to be next to the window and have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't I have the chance too? He felt ashamed for thinking like that, but the more he tried to put the thought out of his mind, the more strongly he wanted to be the one to see all those sights. He would do anything, he felt, for a chance to be by the window. Within a few days, Mr. Thayer had turned completely sour. He should be by the window. He lost sleep brooding about it and grew even more seriously ill, which the doctors couldn't understand.
One night as Mr. Thayer stared at the ceiling, Mr. Wilson suddenly awoke, coughing and choking, the fluid congesting in his lungs. His hands groped for the call button that would bring the night nurse running. Mr. Thayer didn't move. The coughing racked on and on in the darkness. Mr. Wilson choked one final time, and then stopped breathing altogether. Mr. Thayer continued to stare at the ceiling.
In the morning, when the day nurse came into the room with water for their baths, she found Mr. Wilson dead. With no fuss, his body was quietly taken away.
As soon as it seemed decent, Mr. Thayer asked if he could be moved to the bed next to the window. The doctor agreed to let him be moved, and the nurse tucked him in, making him quite comfortable. The minute he was left alone, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, to look out the window.
It faced a blank wall.
Do you ever get the feeling that everybody in the world is experiencing a lot more of life than you are? That they are having all the fun, doing all the exciting things, winning all the prizes, getting all the good stuff? When we live our lives vicariously through the media which is other peoples' window on the world, we begin to feel resentful and envious and deprived of what we think should be rightfuly ours and we become more and more dissatisfied with life. Jesus came to set us free from those illusions. He came so that we could live life to its fullest. He doesn't tease us with empty promises. He came to tell us the truth about ourselves, the truth about the world we live in, and the truth about God. 'I am the way, the truth, and the life" (John 14:6). - Adapted from Hot illustrations of Faith
There's a song that goes 'Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face. . .and the things of earth will grow strangely dim - in the light of His glory and grace.'
Sorry - this is so long - it may be futile but I am attempting to return to the OP - Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Sometimes I don't understand the need to post posts of which the sole purpose seems to be nothing more than to put down or ridicule another person. Does it really feel that good? I try so hard to read something positive into even the most negative post. I try to start each day anew with a clean page and view each person as a beloved child of God - some days are tougher than others.
Anyway - back to my corn processing. I popped in here to find some lighthearted convos while waiting on my corn to boil. Well, take care all - it's good to see old & new posters alike. Have a good evening. I have a wedding reception to go to this evening - and It's a casual get-together - I'm making my good ole pancit (rice noodles!) - so must run along.
Peace starts with a smile.
Hi Ramona!!! - you just reminded me to look at flight tickets to TO!!! :)
Peace starts with a smile.
Peace starts with a smile.
Can't even defend yourself in here....make one post, come back and it's in the email.
Smith climbs to the top of Mt. Sinai to get close enough to talk to God.
Looking up, he asks the Lord, " God, what does a million years mean to you?"
The Lord replies, "A minute."
Smith asks, "And what does a million dollars mean to you?"
The Lord replies, "A penny."
Smith asks, "Can I have a penny?"
The Lord replies, "In a minute."
Too blessed to be stressed.
Looking up, he asks the Lord, " God, what does a million years mean to you?"
The Lord replies, "A minute."
Smith asks, "And what does a million dollars mean to you?"
The Lord replies, "A penny."
Smith asks, "Can I have a penny?"
The Lord replies, "In a minute."
Too blessed to be stressed.
