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Just 3 Words Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -
1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person -
1. Anger
2. Pride
3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose-
1. Hope
2. Peace
3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable -
1. Love
2. Family & Friends
3. Kindness
Three things in life that are never certain -
1. Fortune
2. Success
3. Dreams

Three things that make a person -
1. Commitment
2. Sincerity
3. Hard work

Three things that are truly constant -
Father - Son - Holy Spirit

NO one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE.
No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK.
And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE

Please forward this message.
He did something for you, now do something for him.
Spread his word, and you'll be rewarded.
How will you be rewarded?
Matthew 10:32 "Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown him before My Father in heaven"

What is a Blog?

I once posted : 'A blog is a blog'. Someone commented, 'What is a blog?'. At that moment in time, I didn't have an answer. So, after a while, I forgot about it (roll eyes). But now I remember!! Anyway, I have a sort-of-answer.

What is a blog?
A blog, is somewhere you can put almost anything you want down. Videos, pictures, your thoughts. It may even be a diary.

But how do you put your thoughts down, when your family has access to it? Wouldn't that therefor mean that your family has access to your thoughts? Your little space? So you can't have a blog for your thoughts if your family can see it (unless you just don't mind them seeing what you think).

You could post videos like porn, though I'm not sure if Blogspot would allow it, only you'd have to cope with the shame of people seeing your naked body.

Same with Pictures.

So I say, if you like to have a private space for yourself, if your family has access to it, don't put it on a blog. If you won't be able to cope with the shame of being seen naked, don't.

Actually, A blog is what you make a blog. I guess it's how you look at it. I look at it as, something for me to put whatever I feel like putting up (which would include porn).

The Pastor and His Son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"

His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son." "Thanks Dad!" And with that, he was off and out into the rain, his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered.

He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated..He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.

Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Anagrams

DORMITORY:
When u rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM

PRESBYTERIAN:
When you rearrange the letters:
BEST IN PRAYER

ASTRONOMER:
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER

DESPERATION:
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT

THE EYES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE

GEORGE BUSH:
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE

THE MORSE CODE:
When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS

SLOT MACHINES:
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY:
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY

ELECTION RESULTS:
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES - LET'S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS:
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S

A DECIMAL POINT:
When you rearrange the letters:
IM A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE

AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:

MOTHER-IN-LAW:
When you u rearrange the letters:
WOMAN HITLER

The Highwayman

I love The Highwayman even though it's really long.

PART ONE
I
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shuters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
IV
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

PART TWO
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching— King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.
II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! "Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say— Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest! Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast, She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .
VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear; Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding, Riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!
VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * *
X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding— Riding—riding— A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard; He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred; He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Jessica's Dare

This is a story I wrote for the fun of it.




I screamed under the water and tried to swim up. Feeling the pressure, I knew that I was swimming down instead of up. My closest friend reached out towards me and tried her hardest to swim as well. She can’t swim. She had lied. We tried to grab each other, but the water made everything a blur and slippery. My lungs were hot and my legs were starting to lose strength. The river was pushing us goodness knows where. Suddenly she just disappeared. Her hand lost its grip and I went on down the river.


I felt like just letting out all my breath and sucking the water in. It really was just too painful to hold it in any longer. The water grew lighter, and the river wasn’t pushing me that much now. I burst to the surface and gasped so fast that I took two breaths in three seconds.


Gosh, it’s possible to breathe like you’ve never before. I looked around looking for Jessica. She wasn’t near the shore or anywhere near me. The river was just waist high, but I still couldn’t see Jessica. I considered shouting but, thinking she might be upstream, I didn’t.


I slowly started to walk to the edge of the river, and shivered. I now realized that the water was icy cold and there was a slight breeze. Dumb-ass. Why did she even ask me to come here? I should not have agreed. Why did she dare me? Man, I’d really like a hot drink. The wind grew. Or it seemed to. I had been walking on the shore-line for maybe five minutes. I saw something red in the water. That cold chill went down my spine.


Thinking it was Jessica, but not wanting to see her, I turned and walked towards the shore. I came back about an hour later with the police. Another hour and both our parents were there. Jessica’s mother came over the minute they saw me and asked what had happened. In front of my parents I told them.


Jess’ mother cried, making everyone uncomfortable. Soon after, they left with Jessica’s body, and I just kind of stood there staring at them. As the ambulance drove off, a whole load of people with cameras rushed over. Suddenly, I was surrounded with people who asked me what happened and how I felt and all that. It seemed stupid. The reporters were asking things like how do I feel being alive while my friend was dead, how many have gone down the river before and came home.


Out of nowhere, I saw a huge monster coming out of one of the reporters and others changing, and my mum and dad paying someone, and I figured that they had paid for this to happen. A camera became a bazooka and the cameraman placed a tape on the ground and it turned into a head of a man. He dropped it into the bazooka. The cameraman pulled a string that appeared and the bazooka exploded. I swear the ground was shaking.


The bazooka somehow kept on exploding. I closed my eyes to make it go away. When I finally opened my eyes, I discovered it was just my door. My mother was knocking. It was seven. I was late.


“I’M AWAKE!!” I yelled out to stopped her banging. I was late for the funeral.
The word fun is in the word funeral. It was six days after Jessica’s death and the funeral was today at ten. It took an hour to get to Jessica’s place, and if I didn’t get ready in an hour we’ll be really late. So I had a bath, changed into a shirt Jess had given me, black, and a pair of jeans, also black and shoes that we both used. It was stupid and lame, but I wanted to do that. We took a cab there.


I was not in a good mood. For goodness sake my friend just died. And the taxi driver didn’t help. I was dizzy and hot, and I couldn’t really see. Ever tried sweating and going into a taxi? Most people have. But have you ever sweated because of the taxi? The cab driver had rolled down all the windows and was smoking. He’s not supposed to smoke his taxi. It’s illegal


I’m allergic to cigarette smoke. And when my dad asked him to stop, he merely said; “It’s my time to smoke.” What in the world. When we arrived, my dad refused to pay the taxi driver $10.80 like the meter showed. Instead, my dad paid $5.80.


I suppose the taxi driver made noise. He seemed the type who isn’t bothered with people. I don’t really know.

My mum and I went first, as my dad didn’t want me to see what he did with the driver.

I had been here for the past five days, sleeping only about a hour every night, to watch over the body. In the day, people came to visit. Last night was the first night in five days I had gotten any real sleep. Jess’ mother came over and hugged me.

Goodness knows why. I think after this we won’t see each other again. Her eyes were a teeny bit red. The guys who will be bringing Jess to the crematorium will come around noon.


The seats were already in place, and a man was asking everyone to “Sit, as the goodbye is about to start.” “Is that how you’re supposed to say it?” I asked my mum. “Don’t know,” she answered vaguely.


The man started to talk about how the dead ones leave us to go to a better place. And he said that we, the people who are alive, have to be happy that we are alive. “I thought you said that she’s going to a better place?” I called. The man looked at me. “Yes, she is.” “Then why do we have to be happy? I mean shouldn’t we be depressed that we are still in this dratted world? We are instead depressed that people die.” The man just turned and continued with his speech.


I grinned, imagining that Jess would say; “If the guy had any brains, he would say that we should be happy for having our families.” The man was blushing, and talking with a face determined to not look in my direction.


The guy droned on and on about life and all that. To make it worse, he had a really flat voice. I fell asleep. Of course, my mum shook me to wake me up. I fell out of the chair shouting “I’m awake!” Everyone stared at me. I ran off and hid behind a wall, laughing.


A sudden happiness filled me. I know now how people could say a simple line can make you laugh or cry. “I’m awake” is not much of a line, but it really cheered me up.


The wake had gone on for five long days, and the funeral lasted for two hours, then there was the burning of the body, which lasted two or three hours. But in the end, she came out in just a tiny box.


She had dared me to jump into a river that I didn’t want to go, because I wanted to go to a theme park. But she had dared me, and we did go on about it if one dared the other and the other didn’t do the dare. And we’d go on for a long while after it was over. So the minute one of us said “I dare you” there’s no getting out of it.
She had dared me, so I went in.


The river, which many have gone into before, had pushed us. The police had said that Jess’ leg had caught between some stones and she couldn’t free herself. The red in the river I had seen was obviously Jess’ jacket.


I remember she had once told me, after my five year boyfriend had broken up with me; that “Everyone always asks what the greatest challenge in life is. To me, it’s finding someone who knows all flaws, differences and mistakes you make, and still loves you with everything he or she has. Real love stories never have happy endings.” She paused. “Because,” she paused again. and then grinned. “Real love stories never have endings.”


She said such things that would make me smile at the sheer idiocy or fun of it. The entire point of the story; is that she is gone. She will be forgotten once people who knew her died. I didn’t want her to just be forgotten because I didn’t want to listen to my instinct to not jump. You ever have that feeling that something bad was going to happen just before it did? That’s what I felt. And she died


Because I was scared to say “no” to a dare.


We loved each other. I know this is all so lame and all that. But she’s dead. She was my best friend and she always had those sayings and stuff, but honestly, she was someone to tease, a punching bag, the dearest person I’ll probably ever know, the idiot who always made me laugh just to see my smile, and my butter-fingers partner.


I don’t know if I’ve ever been ‘there’ for her, but she always was ‘there’ for me. And she is dead. I miss her very much.

Parents and Tv

You know there's that new HD tv thingy? Well, there's been tons of new series, one of them, Heros. This series is about (I think) people who think they can fly or something. One is of a girl who jumps of bridges and lives.

How can Tv people brocast that? I mean, an idiot can see if or not Kids are spoilt, and also the fact that some parents aree not home to see that their kids are in bed be a time. And the series is at 10 pm. 10! My younger bro and sis is allowed to stay awake to watch Brianic and Arts Certral till eleven is there is a good thing to watch.

How can Tv people show something as stupid as Heros?! Young kids may very well try to do the same thing. Movies like Spider Man, Kids know that spider webs can't shoot out of their wrists, therefore only Spider Man can, and he's the best at doing what he can do.

But Heros, it's almost real, if it isn't. But a girl who can jumps of a bridge, and live, a man who can fly? If you ask me, The Tv people should brocast things like this later than ten.

Prayers For The Rosary

Yes, I know it's long, but hey, It's here if you ever want it.

The first Mystery: The Joyful Mystery
The second Mystery: The Luminous Mystery
The third Mystery: The Sorrowful Mystery
The fourth Mystery: The Glorious Mystery

APOSTLES CREED:
I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell. On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sin, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting.

LORD'S PRAYER
Our Father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. (Said before each decade)

HAIL MARY
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you
Blessed art thou among women,
Blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. (Said after each decade)

O my Jesus, forgive us of our sins. Save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls into heaven, especially those in most need of thy mercy. (Said after each decade)

Hail holy queen, Mother of Mercy, Hail, our Life, our sweetness and our hope, to thee we do cry, poor children of Eve; to you we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then most gracious advocate, your eyes of mercy toward us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb Jesus. Oh Clement, Oh Loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.

Pray for us, Holy Mother of God, that we may become worthy of the promises of Christ.

“Joyful Mysteries”(Monday & Saturday)
First Decade: The Annunciation of Gabriel to Mary (Luke 1:26-38)
Second Decade: The Visitation of Mary to Elizabeth (Luke 1:39-56)
Third Decade: The Birth of Our Lord (Luke 2:1-21)
Fourth Decade: The Presentation of Our Lord (Luke 2:22-38)
Fifth Decade: The Finding of Our Lord in the Temple (Luke 2:41-52)

“Luminous Mysteries”(Thursday)
First Decade: The Baptism of Our Lord in the River Jordan (Matthew 3:13-16)
Second Decade: The Wedding at Cana, when Christ manifested Himself (Jn 2:1-11)
Third Decade: The Proclamation of the Kingdom of God (Mark 1:14-15)
Fourth Decade: The Transfiguration of Our Lord (Matthew 17:1-8)
Fifth Decade: The Last Supper, when Our Lord gave us the Holy Eucharist (Mt 26)

“Sorrowful Mysteries”(Tuesday & Friday)
First Decade: The Agony of Our Lord in the Garden (Matthew 26:36-56)
Second Decade: Our Lord is Scourged at the Pillar (Matthew 27:26)
Third Decade: Our Lord is Crowned with Thorns (Matthew 27:27-31)
Fourth Decade: Our Lord Carries the Cross to Calvary (Matthew 27:32)
Fifth Decade: The Crucifixion of Our Lord (Matthew 27:33-56)

“Glorious Mysteries”(Wednesday & Sunday)
First Decade: The Glorious Resurrection of Our Lord (John 20:1-29)
Second Decade: The Ascension of Our Lord (Luke 24:36-53)
Third Decade: The Descent of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost (Acts 2:1-41)
Fourth Decade: The Assumption of Mary into Heaven (Sg 2:2,10-11)
Fifth Decade: The Coronation of Mary as Queen of Heaven and Earth