Showing posts with label Things to do with God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things to do with God. Show all posts
Sunday, December 25
Monday, September 26
Please, read this . . .
Dear Friends,
Please sign this petition so that Asia Bibi can live. Send it to all your family and friends so that they can all sign it too. Post in on your blogs/facebook and don’t let this person die.
Love ~*Sara-Rose*~
This is from The Voice of the Martyrs website. If you click on the link it should take you to the homepage where you can sign the petition.
“Our Christ sacrificed His life on the cross for our sins.
… Our Christ is alive.”
Asia Bibi, a wife and mother, used these words to defend her faith against mocking co-workers who tried to make her convert to Islam. She was later convicted of blasphemy and sentenced to death.
In Pakistan, more than 150,000 Christians have signed a petition demanding justice for persecution victims, including Asia Bibi. Now you can join with The Voice of the Martyrs and our Pakistani brothers and sisters in a call for mercy. We hope to gather 1 million signatures on behalf of our sister Asia, who now sits in prison awaiting the Lahore High Court’s ruling on her appeal.
Invite your friends to visit www.CallForMercy.com and add their names to the petition as well. VOM will deliver the petition, along with the list of signers, to the Pakistani Embassy in Washington DC.
Please sign this petition so that Asia Bibi can live. Send it to all your family and friends so that they can all sign it too. Post in on your blogs/facebook and don’t let this person die.
Love ~*Sara-Rose*~
This is from The Voice of the Martyrs website. If you click on the link it should take you to the homepage where you can sign the petition.
“Our Christ sacrificed His life on the cross for our sins.
… Our Christ is alive.”
Asia Bibi, a wife and mother, used these words to defend her faith against mocking co-workers who tried to make her convert to Islam. She was later convicted of blasphemy and sentenced to death.
In Pakistan, more than 150,000 Christians have signed a petition demanding justice for persecution victims, including Asia Bibi. Now you can join with The Voice of the Martyrs and our Pakistani brothers and sisters in a call for mercy. We hope to gather 1 million signatures on behalf of our sister Asia, who now sits in prison awaiting the Lahore High Court’s ruling on her appeal.
Invite your friends to visit www.CallForMercy.com and add their names to the petition as well. VOM will deliver the petition, along with the list of signers, to the Pakistani Embassy in Washington DC.
Tuesday, August 16
Wordless Tuesday . . . (does it work?)
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| Awesome - baby foot!! |
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| they don't look happy |
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| this was when I was like 7 years old |
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| this is me busking |
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| and thats my cousin paying me to be quiet!! |
Sunday, August 7
Little Old Lady and the Atheist
There was a little old lady who would come out every morning on the steps of her front porch, raise her arms to the sky and shout, "Praise the Lord!"
Well, one day an atheist moved into the house next door. Over time, he became irritated at the little old lady. So every morning he would step out onto his front porch and yell after her, "There is no God!"
Time passes with the two of them carrying on this way every day. Then one morning in the middle of winter, the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted, "Praise the Lord! Lord, I have no food and I am hungry. Please provide for me, oh Lord!"
The next morning she stepped onto her porch and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there. "Praise the Lord!" she cried out. "He has provided groceries for me!" The atheist jumped out of the hedges and shouted, "There is no Lord. I bought those groceries!" The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted, "Praise the Lord! He has provided me with groceries and He made the devil pay for them!"
Monday, July 4
William the Conqueror
When Duke William himself landed, as he stepped on the shore he slipped and fell forward upon his two hands. Many of his men raised a loud cry of distress. "An evil sign," they said, "is here." But he cried out lustily: "See, my lords, by the splendour of God, I have taken possession of England with both my hands. It is now mine, and what is mine is yours." (Duke William's customary oath). This quick thinking and the ability to turn a negative event into a positive one was a major quality that Duke William possessed.
Harold sent some spies, who spoke French, to examine the number and preparations of the enemy, who, on their return, related with astonishment that there were more priests in William's camp than there were fighting men in the English army! It was customary in England that only priests had short cropped hair and shaven faces. They had mistaken for priests all the Norman soldiers who had short hair and shaven chins! Harold, who had firsthand knowledge of the Norman Customs, smiled at their words, and replied, "Those whom you have seen in such numbers are not priests, but stout soldiers, as they will soon make us feel."
Love,
Sararose
Thursday, June 30
God Help the Outcasts
I watched the Hunchback of Nortre Dame last friday with my Mum. I have never seen it before, Mum has though, with my siblings. Here is a song that Mum never heard, but is very beautiful.
God Help the Outcasts
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsie's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder...
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God
God Help the Outcasts
Esmeralda
I don't know if You can hear meOr if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsie's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder...
Were You once an outcast too?
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
Parishioners
I ask for wealth
I ask for fameI ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
Esmeralda
I ask for nothingI can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God
The song "God Help the Outcasts" is a soft ballad sung by Esmeralda inside Notre Dame after she sees how Quasimodo and her people are treated by society. It replaced another song, "Someday," which was cut when the directors wanted a quieter song in a cathedral.
Sararose
Sararose
Thursday, June 2
Story of the Praying Hands
This was sent to me by a friend:
Many of us would have seen the picture of “The Praying Hands”, also present in many Christian homes, but would almost certainly not have heard the moving story behind this popular picture.
Here is the story.
THE STORY BEHIND THE PICTURE OF THE PRAYING HANDS
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived
a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food
on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a
goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade
and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.
Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of the elder children,
Albrecht and Albert, had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their
talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be
financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the
Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two
boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would
go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his
brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won
the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the
other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or,
if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer
won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four
years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an
immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils
were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he
graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his
commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held
a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant
homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and
laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the
table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice
that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words
were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn.
Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care
of you."
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where
Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head
from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ..no
...no ..no."
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced
down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands
close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the
mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed
at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly
in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast,
much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a
brush. No, brother ...for me it is too late."
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of
masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, water colors,
charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great
museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people,
are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely
being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in
your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed,
Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms
together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful
drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened
their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love
"The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second
look.
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived
a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food
on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a
goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade
and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.
Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of the elder children,
Albrecht and Albert, had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their
talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be
financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the
Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two
boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would
go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his
brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won
the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the
other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or,
if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer
won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four
years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an
immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils
were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he
graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his
commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held
a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant
homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and
laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the
table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice
that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words
were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn.
Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care
of you."
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where
Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head
from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ..no
...no ..no."
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced
down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands
close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the
mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed
at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly
in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast,
much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a
brush. No, brother ...for me it is too late."
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of
masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, water colors,
charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great
museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people,
are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely
being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in
your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed,
Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms
together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful
drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened
their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love
"The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second
look.
Let it be your reminder,
that no one -
no one - ever makes it alone!
Thank you!!!
Sara
Tuesday, May 31
The Visitation
Sunday, May 29
Miracles with dolls and hot water bottles
This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa .
It was sent to me by a friend.
One night I had worked hard to help a mother
'Before they call, I will answer.'
(Isaiah 65:24)
Thank you for reading this. If you would like to copy this and email it to a friend, or print it off for whatever reason, please feel free to do so.
Also a COMMENT would be very much appreciated !!!!!!!
Sara
It was sent to me by a friend.
One night I had worked hard to help a mother
in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could
do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature
baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We
would have difficulty keeping the baby alive;
as we had no incubator (we had no electricity
to run an incubator).
We also had no special feeding facilities.
We also had no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were
often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student
midwife went for the box we had for such
babies and the cotton wool that the baby
would be wrapped in.
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a
hot water bottle. She came back shortly in
distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it
had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical
climates)..
'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she
'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she
exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying
over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might
be considered no good crying over burst
water bottles.
They do not grow on trees, and there are no
They do not grow on trees, and there are no
drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the
fire as you safely can, and sleep between the
baby and the door to keep it free from drafts
Your job is to keep the baby warm.'
The following noon, as I did most days, I went
The following noon, as I did most days, I went
to have prayers with any of the orphanage
children who chose to gather with me. I gave
the youngsters various suggestions of things
to pray about and told them about the tiny
baby. I explained our problem about keeping
the baby warm enough,mentioning the hot
water bottle, and that the baby could so easily
die if it got chills. I also told them of the
two-year-old sister, crying because her mother
had died.
During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl,
During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl,
Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness
of our African children. 'Please, God' she
prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll
be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will
be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the
prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it,
would You please send a dolly for the little girl
so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on
As often with children's prayers, I was put on
the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen?' I just
did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything;
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything;
the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't
there? The only way God could answer this
particular prayer would be by sending me a
parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa
for almost four years at that time, and I had
never, ever, received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who
would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the
equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was
teaching in the nurses' training school, a
message was sent that there was a car at my
front door. By the time I reached home, the
car had gone, but there on the verandah was
a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking
my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so
I sent for the orphanage children..
Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot.
We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly
Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or
forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large
cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out
brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes
sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were
the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients,
and the children looked a little bored..
Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas -
that would make a batch of buns for the
weekend.
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....
could it really be?
I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new
I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new
rubber hot water bottle. I cried.
I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly
I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly
believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She
rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent
the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!'
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box,
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box,
she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed
dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!
Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over
Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over
with you and give this dolly to that little girl,
so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
'Of course,' I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five
'Of course,' I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five
whole months, packed up by my former
Sunday school class, whose leader had heard
and obeyed God's prompting to send a
hot water bottle, even to the equator.
And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an
And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an
African child - five months before, in answer
to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to
bring it 'that afternoon.' 'Before they call, I will answer.'
(Isaiah 65:24)
Thank you for reading this. If you would like to copy this and email it to a friend, or print it off for whatever reason, please feel free to do so.
Also a COMMENT would be very much appreciated !!!!!!!
Sara
Sunday, May 1
Blessed Pope John Paul II
WOW! I was just watching Pope Benedict the 16th beatify Blessed Pope John Paul the 2nd, on EWTN, and gosh! WOW! you just have to watch it, to see it click HERE to see it yourself! it is AMAZING!!!!! Please watch it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
St. Peter of Alcantara and Blessed JP both have the same feast day: 22nd of October. Click HERE to read his biography. Also HERE For some information on Blessed JP II.
St. Peter of Alcantara and Blessed JP both have the same feast day: 22nd of October. Click HERE to read his biography. Also HERE For some information on Blessed JP II.
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| So Dignified |
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| Blessed Mother Teresa with Blessed Pope John Paul II |
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| Blessing the People |
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| Thousands of Millions |
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| HA HA!!! Great sense of Humor! |
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| Beautiful Blessed John Paul II |
Thank you for reading this. Please comment!!! or tick one of those boxes down the bottom of each post currently called Reactions. I will be giving out an award to 5 of the next 20 commenters. (People who comment!!)
Oh, PS. you don't really have to watch all of the EWTN, unless you enjoy that sort of thing! Its still going on Mums laptop. But then again it is Mass (in Latin!!!)
Sunday, April 17
My Last Post
Such a dramatic title! But this is my last post as a 12-year-old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so excited!!! In 3 hours and 7 minutes it will be my birthday, that means in 17 hours and 77 minutes, I will be 13. I was born at 1:10 in the afternoon. whats really weird is that my sisters Louise was born at7:11 and Kristie was born 9:10, and my brother was born at 2:52 in the afternoon!!!
Thank you God for creating Me!!!
well I'm off to bed to read for 1/2 an hour
'night!
Sara
Oh, and Happy Birthday to anyone who has their birthday this week, and a special Happy birthday to Ruby Brown & Julia Hoare, from Fitzroy Falls Homeschool Camp, who stole my mums' and I birthdays'!!!(Just joking)!!!
Sara
I am so excited!!! In 3 hours and 7 minutes it will be my birthday, that means in 17 hours and 77 minutes, I will be 13. I was born at 1:10 in the afternoon. whats really weird is that my sisters Louise was born at7:11 and Kristie was born 9:10, and my brother was born at 2:52 in the afternoon!!!
Thank you God for creating Me!!!
well I'm off to bed to read for 1/2 an hour
'night!
Sara
Oh, and Happy Birthday to anyone who has their birthday this week, and a special Happy birthday to Ruby Brown & Julia Hoare, from Fitzroy Falls Homeschool Camp, who stole my mums' and I birthdays'!!!(Just joking)!!!
Sara
Friday, March 11
Lent is finally here!!!
Lent is finally here!!!
Is it just me or is it really late this year? I mean Ash Wednesday on the 9th of March!!!
and guess what!!! My birthday is on Monday, Holy Week!!! and mum's is Palm Sunday!!!!
(please on that day comment for my Birthday!!!!
well, thats all for now, I have to email my friend, Marie!!!
love Sara!!!
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Is it just me or is it really late this year? I mean Ash Wednesday on the 9th of March!!!
and guess what!!! My birthday is on Monday, Holy Week!!! and mum's is Palm Sunday!!!!
(please on that day comment for my Birthday!!!!
well, thats all for now, I have to email my friend, Marie!!!
love Sara!!!
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Tuesday, June 1
Recipe
The Recipe for Living the Christian life Cake is as follows:
4 cups of Love
1 ¾(250g) cups of a Generous Heart
1 tablespoon of Poverty
several dashes of Kindness
150g Charity
3 tablespoon of Joy
1 cup of Generosity
250g punnet Peaceberrys
1 cup of Modesty
2 cups of Patience
Possessions( adjust to your needs)
Combine Love, Patience, Generosity, and Poverty in a large bowl. Add Modesty. In a separate bowl mix Joy, and Kindness, with 100g Charity, then add to other bowl. Mix until well combine, and then pour into a tin of Generous Heart. Cook until light and fluffy. Whip the rest of Charity, and cut the Peaceberrys in half. When cake is cooled, add the whipped Charity, and the Peaceberrys on top, and dust sparingly with Possessions.
4 cups of Love
1 ¾(250g) cups of a Generous Heart
1 tablespoon of Poverty
several dashes of Kindness
150g Charity
3 tablespoon of Joy
1 cup of Generosity
250g punnet Peaceberrys
1 cup of Modesty
2 cups of Patience
Possessions( adjust to your needs)
Combine Love, Patience, Generosity, and Poverty in a large bowl. Add Modesty. In a separate bowl mix Joy, and Kindness, with 100g Charity, then add to other bowl. Mix until well combine, and then pour into a tin of Generous Heart. Cook until light and fluffy. Whip the rest of Charity, and cut the Peaceberrys in half. When cake is cooled, add the whipped Charity, and the Peaceberrys on top, and dust sparingly with Possessions.
Thursday, May 20
The Magnificent
The Magnificent
And Mary said,
“My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in
God my Saviour, for he has looked with favour on
The lowliness of his servant.
Surely, from now on all generations will call my blessed,
For the Mighty One has done great things for me,
And Holy is his name.
His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to
Generation.
He has shown strength with his arm, he has scattered the
Proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
And lifted up the lowly,
He has filled the hungry with good things,
And has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
In remembrance of his mercy,
According to the promise he made to our ancestors,
To Abraham and to his descendants forever.”
And Mary remained with her for about three months and then returned to her home.
And Mary said,
“My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in
God my Saviour, for he has looked with favour on
The lowliness of his servant.
Surely, from now on all generations will call my blessed,
For the Mighty One has done great things for me,
And Holy is his name.
His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to
Generation.
He has shown strength with his arm, he has scattered the
Proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
And lifted up the lowly,
He has filled the hungry with good things,
And has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
In remembrance of his mercy,
According to the promise he made to our ancestors,
To Abraham and to his descendants forever.”
And Mary remained with her for about three months and then returned to her home.
Thursday, December 31
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Have a happy new year everyone and may it be filled with lots of blessings from Our Lord.
Yours in Christ,
Sara
Yours in Christ,
Sara
Tuesday, December 29
MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!!!!!
Merry Christmas
Don't forget the real meaning of Christmas is Jesus.
Jesus means...
Joy
Everlasting
Saviour
Understanding
Special
Yours in christ,
Sara
Don't forget the real meaning of Christmas is Jesus.
Jesus means...
Joy
Everlasting
Saviour
Understanding
Special
Yours in christ,
Sara
Tuesday, December 1
Something i got from a another bloger who got it from a another bloger!!!
Why do we sleep in church, but stay awake during a 2 hour movie?
Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to gossip?
Why is it so easy to ignore a godly facebook or wallpost, yet we repost the rude ones?
Why are churches getting smaller, but bars and clubs growing larger?
Think about it. Are you going to repost this? Are you going to ignore it because you think you'll get laughed at? Would you have read this if it was titled "Read this in God's name"? 80% of you won't repost this.
One day a 6 year old boy was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evoulution to the childeren. The teacher asked the boy:
TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.
TOMMY: Okay. (he returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.
TEACHER: Did you see God?
TOMMY: No.
TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. He just doesn't exist.
A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.
The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?
TOMMY: Yessssss!
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?
TOMMY: No.
LITTLE GIRL: It's because she doesn't have one.
Smart girl!!!!
you can put this on your blog if you want.
yours in christ,
Sara
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Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to gossip?
Why is it so easy to ignore a godly facebook or wallpost, yet we repost the rude ones?
Why are churches getting smaller, but bars and clubs growing larger?
Think about it. Are you going to repost this? Are you going to ignore it because you think you'll get laughed at? Would you have read this if it was titled "Read this in God's name"? 80% of you won't repost this.
One day a 6 year old boy was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evoulution to the childeren. The teacher asked the boy:
TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.
TOMMY: Okay. (he returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.
TEACHER: Did you see God?
TOMMY: No.
TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. He just doesn't exist.
A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.
The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?
TOMMY: Yessssss!
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?
TOMMY: No.
LITTLE GIRL: It's because she doesn't have one.
Smart girl!!!!
you can put this on your blog if you want.
yours in christ,
Sara
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