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One day a man was traveling on the road from Jericho to Jerusalem.

He fell down and the thorns grew up and choked him.

He got up, but he didn’t have any money.

Fortunately, he met the Queen of Sheba.

She gave him 1000 talents of gold and 1000 raiments of clothing.

The he got in his chariot and drove furiously.

While he was driving, his hair got caught in a Juniper Tree and he got hung up.

He hung there many days, but the Ravens brought him food to eat and water to drink.

He ate 5,000 loaves of bread and two fish.

One night, while he was hanging there, his wife, Delilah, came and cut off his hair.

And he fell on stony ground.

He got up and started walk.

It began to rain.

And it rained for forty days and forty nights.

Finally he came to the city and saw Queen Jezebel sitting high in a castle window.

He said “Throw her down.”

So they threw her down.

And he said “Throw her down again.”

So they threw her down 70 x 7.

Of the fragments that remained, they picked up twelve baskets full, not including women and children.

Then they said, “Blessed are the piecemakers.”

Now I just have one question for you Bible scholars out there:

“Whose wife will she be on that judgment day?”

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Question : How many bible stories where there?

Here’s a funny thought I got from RZIM

If I recall accurately,

“Part of GOD’s infinity lies in a child’s capacity to exalt in the monotonous.”

Imagine “infinity”. It’s like a child who can sit down for hours enjoying the opening and closing of a door.

Just enjoying the sun shade of this vacation spot I’ve been to. Just happened to snap a the shade when at the tip, it looks like a cross. How beautiful it is to know that without it, nothing holds.

Even as a Christian, one have to ask oneself “Why was the cross neccessary?”.

Nah, I ain’t no philosopher.  A simple faith will do. Simple faith of a child.

What perfect timing. This picture was next in line and I received this forwarded email.

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I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The  food and the company were both especially good that day.

As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who  appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, ‘I will work for   food.’ My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on  him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate   ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking some what   halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response.

I drove  through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking  to me: ‘Don’t go back to the office until you’ve at least driven  once more around the square.’
Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square’s third corner, I saw him. He was  standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking
space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town’s  newest visitor.

‘Looking for the pastor?’ I asked.
‘Not really,’ he replied, ‘just resting.’
‘Have you eaten today?’
‘Oh, I ate something early this morning.’
‘Would you like to have lunch with me?’
‘Do you have some work I could do for you?’
‘No work,’ I replied. ‘I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.’
‘Sure,’ he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?’
‘ St. Louis .’
‘Where you from?’
‘Oh, all over; mostly Florida ..’
‘How long you been walking?’
‘Fourteen years,’ came the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier.

His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and  articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, ‘Jesus is The Never Ending  Story.’

Then Daniel’s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He’d made some wrong choices and  reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in  Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought.
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life  more clearly. He gave his life over to God ‘Nothing’s been the same since,’ he said, ‘I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14
years now.’
‘Ever think of stopping?’ I asked.
‘Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles.

That’s what’s in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.’

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The  question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: ‘What’s it like?’
‘What?’
‘To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?’
‘Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn’t make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that  God was using me to touch lives and change people’s concepts of other folks like me.’
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he
paused. He turned to me and said, ‘Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I’ve prepared for you. For when  I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.’

I felt as if we were on holy ground. ‘Could you use another Bible?’ I asked.
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal
favorite. ‘I’ve read through it 14 times,’ he said.
‘I’m not sure we’ve got one of those, but let’s stop by our church and see’ I was able to find my new friend a  Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.
‘Where are you headed from here?’ I asked.
‘Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.’
‘Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?’
‘No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that’s where  I’m going next.’
He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission.

I drove him back to the town-square where we’d met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.
‘Would you sign my autograph book?’ he asked. ‘I like to keep messages from folks I meet.’
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay
strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, ‘I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, ‘plans to  prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.’
‘Thanks, man,’ he said. ‘I know we just met and we’re really just strangers, but I love you.’
‘I know,’ I said, ‘I love you, too.’ ‘The Lord is good!’
‘Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?’ I asked.
‘A long time,’ he replied
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside  that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, ‘See you in the New  Jerusalem.’
‘I’ll be there!’ was my reply.

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He  stopped, turned and said, ‘When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’
‘You bet,’ I shouted back, ‘God bless.’ ‘God bless.’ And that was the last I saw of him.

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I  bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them… a pair of well-worn  brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his  hands would stay warm that night without them. Then I remembered his words: ‘If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and  they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. ‘See you in the New
Jerusalem,’ he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will….

If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!
‘I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it  now, for I shall not pass this way again.’

This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no  cost but a lot of rewards. Let’s continue to pray for one another.. God bless and have a nice day!

‘Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is  pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus’ precious Name Amen.’

I sent this to many people, but this story is so touching I felt each of you would enjoy it greatly.
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY
Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect, it just means that you have decided to see beyond the imperfections.

Shrek I
Shrek II
Shrek III
Shrek toys, dolls, keychains and drinks.

Here’s a thought.

When Moses went to the mountain to meet GOD and his encounter with the fiery bush that doesn’t get burn up.

As an aspiring marketer, I would make websites about the fiery bush, bush buttons, bush t-shirts, bush bookmarks, bush banners, fire bush images… and thus losing sight of the goal of saving the people of Israel.

If Moses did what I would do, it sucks. Can nearly hear God smacking his hand on his forehead with an ‘Aduh’. And the Israelites would never get out of their oppressed situation.

What a bomb! Food like these makes one wanna help out in the kitchen…. to be the first taster ;p

After such consumption, what was once distinguishable islands of 6 has then (re)united as one round horizon.

Nevertheless, food food is glorious!

The price we pay to satisfy our taste buds.

Like the old adage. How could something so nice to see, smell and eat be bad?

If I’m not mistaken, this table of food fed an army of 12.