have a cup of coffee

July 19th, 2006 by amandanoemer

Have A Cup Of Coffee
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A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got
together to visit their old university professor. The conversation
soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen
and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of
cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking,
some expensive, and some exquisite - telling them to help themselves
to the coffee.

After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor
said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken
up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.  While it is but
normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the
source of your problems and stress.

"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In
most cases, it’s just more expensive and in some cases even hides
what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the
cup, but you consciously went for the best cups…and then
began eyeing each other’s cups.

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money and
position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold
and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define
nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by
concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God
has provided us."

God brews the coffee, not the cups . . . enjoy your coffee.

THE POEM

July 17th, 2006 by amandanoemer

THE POEM
   
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
 
And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done

My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time
 
To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,
 
They’d laugh at me I’d fear.
 
No time, no time, too much to do,

That was my constant cry,
 
No time to give to souls in need

But at last the time, the time to die.
 
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find.

I once was going to write it down…
 
But never found the time"

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.
 
Easy vs. Hard
 
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
 
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
   
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
   
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

 

Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?

Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or delete it?

Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let’s see the devil stop this one!

Here’s what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you….
   
That’s all you have to do….
   
There is nothing attached….

 
This is so powerful….

Do not stop the wheel, please….
 
Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one….

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards… GOD BLESS!

   

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn’t give you chills, nothing will…this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small

New England

town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak…"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.

"Take ‘em home and have fun with ‘em," he answered. "I’m gonna tease ‘em and pull out their feathers to make ‘em fight. I’m gonna have a real good time" "But you’ll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
 
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I’ll take ‘em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
 
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don’t want them birds, mister. They’re just plain old field birds. They don’t sing. They ain’t even pretty!"

"How much?" the pastor asked again.

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy’s hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
 
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn’t resist. Got ‘em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

Satan replied, "Oh, I’m gonna have fun! I’m gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I’m gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I’m really gonna have fun!"
 
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I’ll kill ‘em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked

"Oh, you don’t want those people. They ain’t no good. Why, you’ll take them and they’ll just hate you. They’ll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don’t want those people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.
 
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."

 

Jesus said, "DONE!"
 
Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

Notes: Isn’t it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell.

Isn’t it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn’t it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn’t it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn’t it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

THE POEM

July 17th, 2006 by amandanoemer

THE POEM
   
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
 
And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done

My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time
 
To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,
 
They’d laugh at me I’d fear.
 
No time, no time, too much to do,

That was my constant cry,
 
No time to give to souls in need

But at last the time, the time to die.
 
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find.

I once was going to write it down…
 
But never found the time"

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.
 
Easy vs. Hard
 
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
 
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
   
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
   
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

 

Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?

Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or delete it?

Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let’s see the devil stop this one!

Here’s what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you….
   
That’s all you have to do….
   
There is nothing attached….

 
This is so powerful….

Do not stop the wheel, please….
 
Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one….

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards… GOD BLESS!

   

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn’t give you chills, nothing will…this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small

New England

town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak…"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.

"Take ‘em home and have fun with ‘em," he answered. "I’m gonna tease ‘em and pull out their feathers to make ‘em fight. I’m gonna have a real good time" "But you’ll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
 
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I’ll take ‘em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
 
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don’t want them birds, mister. They’re just plain old field birds. They don’t sing. They ain’t even pretty!"

"How much?" the pastor asked again.

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy’s hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
 
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn’t resist. Got ‘em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

Satan replied, "Oh, I’m gonna have fun! I’m gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I’m gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I’m really gonna have fun!"
 
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I’ll kill ‘em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked

"Oh, you don’t want those people. They ain’t no good. Why, you’ll take them and they’ll just hate you. They’ll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don’t want those people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.
 
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."

 

Jesus said, "DONE!"
 
Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

Notes: Isn’t it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell.

Isn’t it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn’t it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn’t it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn’t it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.