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AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE!

GEORGE CARLIN POST 9-11 (His wife had recently died...) Isn't it amazing that the George Carlin - gross and mouthy comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent.... and so very appropriate post 9-11.

A wonderful Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

I must tell you all i have not been on my space to much, as i have been in much personel pain, and i am just taking time out to search the face of our Lord, and i know he will get me through, working on my faith also (trusting with every being of my life! I surely humble to come and ask for prayers for myself, I Thank him for what he has done for me and what he is still going to do!

 Some one at my bible study gave this to me and i thought i would share,

 

 

                                                                          GARDEN OF EDEN

1,The Garden of Eden was in Iraq,

2, Mesopotamia, which is now Iraq, was the cradle of civilization*

3, Noah built the Ark in Iraq*

4, The Tower of Babel was in Iraq*

5, Abraham was from Ur, Which is in southern Iraq*

6, Isaac's wife Rebekah is from Nahor, which is Iraq*

7, Jacob met Rachel in Iraq*

8,Jonah preached in Nineveh_ which is Iraq*

9, Assyria, which is in Iraq, conquered the ten tribes of Israel*

10,Amos cried out in Iraq*

11,Babylon, which is in Iraq, destroyed Jerusalem*

12, Daniel was in the lion's den in Iraq*

13, The three Hebrew children were in the fire in Iraq,(Jesus had been in Iraq also as the fourth person in the fiery furnace*)

14, Belshazzar, King of Babylon, saw the "writing on the wall" in Iraq*

15, Nebuchadnezzar, King of Babylon, carried the Jews captive into Iraq*

16, Ezekiel preached in Iraq*

17, The wise men were from Iraq*

18, Peter preached in Iraq*

19, The "Empire of Man" described in Revelation is called Babylon, which was a city in Iraq*

      And you have probably seen this one, Israel is the nation most often mentioned in the Bible, But do you know which Nation is second?

 

       It is Iraq!

   

       However that is not the name that is used in the Bible The names used in the bible are Babylon, Land of Shinar, and Mesopotamia.

 

 

        The word Esopotamia means between two rivers, More exactly between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers.

         The name Iraq, means country with deep roots.

         Indeed Iraq is a country with deep roots and it is very significant.

 

         No other nation, except Israel, has more history and prophecy associated than Iraq*

 

          And also, this is something to think about! Since America is typically represented by and eagle.

          Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages.......

 

          The following verse is from the Koran, (the Islamic Bible)

 

 

           Koran (9:11)- For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsme Eagle. The Wrath of the Eagle would be felt

            Throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the

            Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and there was Peace*

            (note the verse number!)   Hmmmmm?

      

             Just something to think about, in this time of History!

  

 

 

 

       

 

 

                                                Praying Through The Tough Times*

 

 

 

Carl's Garden"

 

Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you
with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood
for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well. Before
his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him
walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a
bullet wound received in W.W.II. Watching him, we worried that

Although he had survived W.W.II, he may not make it through our
changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs,
and drug activity.

When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for
caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his
characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed
up.

He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared
finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when
three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him,
he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?" The tallest and
toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent
little smile. As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's
arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground,

Dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement
watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had
been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself
as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had
witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop
it.

"Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he
helped Carl to his feet. Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed,
shaking his head.

"Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday." His wet clothes
clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted
the nozzle again and started to water. Confused and a little concerned, the
minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?"

"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the
calm reply. Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister
could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.

A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was
unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time
they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him
head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of
him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses,
falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.
Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked
up his hose, and went on with his watering.

The summer was quickly fading into fall. Carl was doing some tilling
when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He
stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches. As he struggled to regain his
footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors
reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.

"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." The young man

spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As
he

helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and

handed it to Carl.

"What's this?" Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's
your

stuff back. Even the money in your wallet."

"I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"

The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I
learned

something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people
like

you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it.
But

every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and

fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for
hating

you. You kept showing love against our hate." He stopped for a moment.
"I

couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back." He
paused

for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say.
"That

bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And
with

that, he

walked off down the street.

Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He
took

out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his
wallet,

he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young
bride

that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.

He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended
his

funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a
tall

young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of
the

church. The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In a
voice

made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your
garden

as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."

The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to
care

for Carl's garden." The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners
until

one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door.

Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands

holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the
young

man said.

The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the

stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl's kindness had
turned

this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the
garden

shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."

The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the

flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. In that time, he went to

college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community.
But

he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as

beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.

One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't
care

for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My

wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on

Saturday."

"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden

shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?"

"Carl," he replied.

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hope you are drinking from your saucer too..... I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now. But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow And as I go along life's way, I'm reaping better than I sowed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. Haven't got a lot of riches, and sometimes the going's tough But I've got loving ones all around me, and that makes me rich enough. I thank God for his blessings, and the mercies He's bestowed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. I remember times when things went wrong, My faith wore somewhat thin. But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped through again. So Lord, help me not to gripe, about the tough rows I have hoed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. If God gives me strength and courage, When the way grows steep and rough. I'll not ask for other blessings, I'm already blessed enough. And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads. Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. When I think of how many people in this world have it worse than I do, I realize just how blessed we really are. Don't be too busy today...