I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I' rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but examples are always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.
I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done;
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do;
For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you give,
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.
Edgar A. Guest
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
This Is A Daily Reminder
This Is A Daily Reminder
© Nicolette
This is a daily reminder
To relax
To not get angry over small things
To stay calm
This is a daily reminder
To be yourself
To not care what people think
To know you can be anything
This is a daily reminder
To love yourself
To not hurt yourself
To not work yourself up
This is a daily reminder
That you are beautiful
That you are amazing
That you will succeed
This is a daily reminder
To always have hope
To have faith
To know everything will be okay
This is a daily reminder
That you have made it so far already
That you haven't given up
That whatever you're doing is right
And that you are going to be amazing
Don't give up
Keep holding on and believing
To relax
To not get angry over small things
To stay calm
This is a daily reminder
To be yourself
To not care what people think
To know you can be anything
This is a daily reminder
To love yourself
To not hurt yourself
To not work yourself up
This is a daily reminder
That you are beautiful
That you are amazing
That you will succeed
This is a daily reminder
To always have hope
To have faith
To know everything will be okay
This is a daily reminder
That you have made it so far already
That you haven't given up
That whatever you're doing is right
And that you are going to be amazing
Don't give up
Keep holding on and believing
You Will Never See Me Fall
You may see me struggle
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'm going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard,
people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot.
I'm going to wear the biggest smile
even though I want to cry.
I'm going to fight to live
even though I'm destined to die.
And even though it's hard
and I may struggle through it all.
You may see me struggle...
but you will NEVER see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'm going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard,
people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot.
I'm going to wear the biggest smile
even though I want to cry.
I'm going to fight to live
even though I'm destined to die.
And even though it's hard
and I may struggle through it all.
You may see me struggle...
but you will NEVER see me fall.
Sodom and Gomorrah
By Wayne Hinton
April 28, 2015
By Wayne Hinton
April 28, 2015
Isaiah says without the LORD of hosts
We would have become like Sodom,
Had he not left to us a very small remnant,
Who hold fast to “Thy kingdom come”
We would have become like Sodom,
Had he not left to us a very small remnant,
Who hold fast to “Thy kingdom come”
I can’t really think of more to say
Because in this world around us
We can’t get much closer to Sodom
There’s little more to discuss.
Because in this world around us
We can’t get much closer to Sodom
There’s little more to discuss.
Monday, April 27, 2015
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
What Can I Do?
WHAT CAN I DO?
by Wayne Hinton
April 26, 2015
Looking
back over my seventy-one years, it is clear
That
many things have remained the same.
What
I liked and disliked in my younger days
I
still feel is not much more than a head game.
Running
fast in track meets was rewarding.
I
enjoyed baseball and life in the country.
A
starry, starry night is relaxing
And
who doesn’t love a day that is sunny.
After
my love of God and His ways,
My
family is most important.
Of
all the things I have experienced
Those
have been the most constant.
Aging
and illnesses have taken a lot away.
And
it is so tempting to dwell on those things
That
I can no longer do like when I was young
Yet
I can still wait to see what tomorrow brings.
The
business world taught me a lot
That
no class room could ever do.
I
try to learn from everything I have done
Selling
real estate taught me, too.
I
can no longer be effective in any job
No
matter how hard I might try.
I
know some my age that have recoiled from life
And
sit around waiting to die.
Not
me. Oh, no. I’ve never been that way.
To
give up or to quit
Although
to be totally honest,
It’s
not always easy, I admit.
A
dear friend and I have talked about
The
physical trials we have been through.
Why
we are still alive on earth can only mean
There
is something else God wants us to do.
As
the days go by and opportunities arise
It
is important, it seems to me,
To
take advantage of each and every one.
Even
when the impact is hard to see.
I
believe that God has a purpose and plan
For
each and every person on earth.
And
how we face each days challenges
He
judges us for what we are worth.
So,
I will try to relax and enjoy each day
Whether
rainy or sunny, it doesn’t matter.
I
will ask for Gods’ direction for me
And
keep it in view; not let it scatter.
I’ve
heard it said that the best way to learn
Is
to teach others what you know.
So
I plan to pass along what I have learned
To
anyone wanting to grow.
If
that is all I can do with my life
For
whatever time I have on earth
To
teach and to learn is important to God
And
how we should live since our birth.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Death be not proud
Death be not proud
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
No man is an Island
No man is an Island
John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Are There Angels
Are There Angels© Kathy J Parenteau
Are there angels here beside us as we journey life's winding road,
Sent from heaven here to guide us along
future paths unknown?
I saw an angel in my dream with an
iridescent smile,
raven hair, delicate wings and a
warm angelic style.
Sent from heaven here to guide us along
future paths unknown?
I saw an angel in my dream with an
iridescent smile,
raven hair, delicate wings and a
warm angelic style.
She bore a sweet resemblance to
someone I used to know,
but the era had lapsed, long since passed, for the winds of time do blow.
someone I used to know,
but the era had lapsed, long since passed, for the winds of time do blow.
She told me of a heavenly land, a
paradise she claimed,
that awaits the souls of everyone who
worships God's name.
paradise she claimed,
that awaits the souls of everyone who
worships God's name.
She showed me living waters baring
life of endless flow,
unconditional love for our master above
a place where streets are paved in gold.
life of endless flow,
unconditional love for our master above
a place where streets are paved in gold.
And when my dream came to an end she
kissed me tenderly,
whispered we'll soon meet again when
God feels it's meant to be.
kissed me tenderly,
whispered we'll soon meet again when
God feels it's meant to be.
In the morning I awakened to the
dawning of the day,
with my spirit a glow for I'd been
kissed by a rose,
in this dream I'll cherish till my
dying day.
Yes angels walk beside us however
unbelievable it seems,
sent from heaven here to guide us
even in our dreams.
dawning of the day,
with my spirit a glow for I'd been
kissed by a rose,
in this dream I'll cherish till my
dying day.
Yes angels walk beside us however
unbelievable it seems,
sent from heaven here to guide us
even in our dreams.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Patience
Patience
by Wayne Hinton
4/21/2015
Patience is a
strange phenomenon when we take pause
To consider what
it means to each of us.
At times we are
convinced that we
Are the only
people in the world with a surplus.
Like many of us,
I have analyzed my own level
Of patience as it
applies to me.
Most of my life I
have felt that my patience with people,
Was as strong as it
can be.
I’ve searched the
Bible to see what God expects
And have found
that patience is a product
Of the testing of
one’s faith in God
And we show it by
our own conduct.
My focus was on
verses from Solomon,
The greatest
teacher and wisest of all,
And James, who
gave my cursory looks
Comfort that I
had the wherewithal.
I had been
through two cancers and treatments
That they brought
along with them.
Then with my heart
damaged I had more to learn
And health
concerns became more solemn.
Another year went
by and I was feeling fairly well
When new
challenges appeared
That required a
serious test of patience
I did not do well
as the new treatments reared.
It wasn’t until a
few days later
That I was able
to get a new revelation
When I saw a
movie about Jesus Christ
And the torturing
that was done.
Jesus’ back was
raw and bleeding,
Yet He never said
a word
The thorns on His
head were more
Than most men
could encounter.
While carrying
His cross it was clear
That the pain and
suffering were too much
For any human
being to endure
It would be too
painful to even touch.
As He went
through this terrible ordeal,
It became too
personal for my being.
As I understood
Christ’s patience
That qualified
Him to be King.
“Lord, grant me
patience – right now”
We joke when our
needs are not so great.
Our faith alone
should give us what we need,
Yet in life’s
challenges we simply can’t relate.
James said we
should count it all joy
When you fall
into various trials,
Knowing that
testing produces patience.
Even when our
physical body wails.
Some have said I
am strong but they don’t know
The weakness I
feel every day
Compared to the
afflictions that Jesus
Suffered to show
us His Way.
My patience will
never come close to His
As I go through
these days and nights.
So I must rely on
His strength
To carry me when
I face my fights.
A Thorny Rose
A Thorny Rose
© Kirston D. Warfield
Our life is like a thorny rose
Not perfect, but always beautiful
The thorns represent the hardships in our lives.
The delicate red petals represent the fun and beautiful things in our lives.
As a young rose the petals hugging around the seed
are the family and friends who protect, love, and care for us.
Not perfect, but always beautiful
The thorns represent the hardships in our lives.
The delicate red petals represent the fun and beautiful things in our lives.
As a young rose the petals hugging around the seed
are the family and friends who protect, love, and care for us.
Teach Me, Lord
Teach Me, Lord
© Heather Flood
Teach me, Lord,
What I don't know
Show me which way
And where to go
Alone I stumble
Alone I fall
But your gentle voice
Leads through it all
Take my hand
Light my way
Be my beacon
Night and day
I am weak
And sometimes so low
But you give me strength
And make me whole
Teach me, Lord and Father,
Your child has become like new
Empty me of myself
So I can live for you
What I don't know
Show me which way
And where to go
Alone I stumble
Alone I fall
But your gentle voice
Leads through it all
Take my hand
Light my way
Be my beacon
Night and day
I am weak
And sometimes so low
But you give me strength
And make me whole
Teach me, Lord and Father,
Your child has become like new
Empty me of myself
So I can live for you
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Faith and Courage In Life
Faith and Courage In Life
© Angie Flores
In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges.
In life there are mistakes we will make,
but we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.
In life there are regrets we will have to live with,
but we must learn to leave the past behind and realize it is something we can't change.
In life there are people we will loose forever and can't have back,
but we must learn to let go and move on.
In life there are going to be obstacles that will cause interference,
but we must learn to overcome these challenges and grow stronger.
In life there are fears that will hold us back from what we want,
but we must learn to fight them with the courage from within.
God holds our lives in his hands. He holds the key to our future.
Only he knows our fate.
He see's everything and knows everything.
Everything in life really does happen for a reason: "God's Reason".
but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges.
In life there are mistakes we will make,
but we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.
In life there are regrets we will have to live with,
but we must learn to leave the past behind and realize it is something we can't change.
In life there are people we will loose forever and can't have back,
but we must learn to let go and move on.
In life there are going to be obstacles that will cause interference,
but we must learn to overcome these challenges and grow stronger.
In life there are fears that will hold us back from what we want,
but we must learn to fight them with the courage from within.
God holds our lives in his hands. He holds the key to our future.
Only he knows our fate.
He see's everything and knows everything.
Everything in life really does happen for a reason: "God's Reason".
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