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Posted on 08/01/2011 2:29:55 AM PDT by JustAmy
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The Greeks believed that certain stones had special powers. Amethyst, for instance, was believed to prevent drunkenness. The name of the stone comes from the Greek words a (”not”) and methystos (”drunken”).
To prove that the water of Paris was perfectly safe to drink, English novelist Arnold Bennett drank some of it from a carafe. He died three months later of typhoid fever.
Medieval physicians believed jade cured ailments of the urinary tract and broke up kidney stones. The name of the stone comes from the Spanish (piedra de) ijada (”loin stone”).
Trying to anticipate the future, W.F. Ogburn in 1934
published 150 ways in which radio, then a novelty, would
affect the nation. He predicted that politicians would
have to keep more of their campaign promises.
I am paying my secretary an extra hundred today NOT to work. She is calling all over the country to Senators & Congressmen to STOP THIS TREASON!!!!
WOO HOO!
The Pastor’s New Teeth
The minister just had all of his remaining teeth pulled and new dentures were being made.
The first Sunday, he only preached 10 minutes.
The second Sunday, he preached only 20 minutes.
But, on the third Sunday, he preached 1 hour 25 minutes.
When asked about this by some of his congregation, he responded:
“The first Sunday, my gums were so sore, it hurt to talk.”
“The second Sunday, my new dentures were hurting me a lot.”
“The third Sunday, I accidentally grabbed my wife’s dentures... and I couldn’t shut up.”
Prayers up my FRiend, nothing is to big for HIM to remove. We pray oh, Lord, Father of us all that you will remove this cancer from our dear, dear, friend. Earthly doctors may give up, but we know YOU are the most powerful physician in the universe and nothing is beyond Your power. In the name of Your Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, Amen.
Won’t do any good to call my commie 0 butt kisser.
Amen
You’re welcome, Gail..How are you?
Gorgeouus rose, jaycee..Sympathy for your back pain..Hope you get relief!
Shoes in church
I showered and shaved...I adjusted my tie..
I got there and sat...In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer...As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me...Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side...I thought, “Why must our soles
touch?”
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine...But it didn’t bother him much.
A prayer began: “Our Father”...I thought, “This man with the shoes...has
no pride.
They’re dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the
side!”
“Thank You for blessings,” the prayer went on.
The shoe man said...a quiet “Amen.”
I tried to focus on the prayer...But my thoughts were on his shoes
again.
Aren’t we supposed to look our best...When walking through that door?
“Well, this certainly isn’t it,” I thought, Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended...And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud...Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters...His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear...The shoe man’s voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering...And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached...Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out...What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft “clink”...as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me...To tears, and that’s no lie.
It was the same for the shoe man...For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service...As is the custom here.
We must greet new visitors...And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow...And wanted to meet the shoe man.
So after the closing prayer...I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark...And his hair was truly a mess.
But I thanked him for coming...For being our guest.
He said, “My names’ Charlie...I’m glad to meet you, my friend.”
There were tears in his eyes...But he had a large, wide grin.
“Let me explain,” he said...Wiping tears from his eyes.
“I’ve been coming here for months...And you’re the first to say ‘Hi.’”
“I know that my appearance...”Is not like all the rest.
“But I really do try...” To always look my best.”
“I always clean and polish my shoes...”Before my very long walk.
“But by the time I get here...”They’re dirty and dusty, like chalk.”
My heart filled with pain...and I swallowed to hide my tears.
As he continued to apologize...For daring to sit so near.
He said, “When I get here...”I know I must look a sight.
“But I thought if I could touch you...”Then maybe our souls might
unite.”
I was silent for a moment...Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison...I spoke from my heart, not my head.
“Oh, you’ve touched me,” I said...”And taught me, in part;
“That the best of any man...”Is what is found in his heart.”
The rest, I thought,...This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am...That his dirty old shoe touched my
soul
You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.
I respect you, and truly cherish you.
Send this to your friends,
No matter how often you talk, Or how close you are.
And send it to the person who sent it to you.
Let old friends know you haven’t forgotten them, and tell new friends
you never will.
Remember, everyone needs a friend.
Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all.
Just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing that someone out
there cares about you...and always will.
Thank you for your daily prayers for our troops. Yesterday your prayers were answered when our nephew and 170 soldiers under his command arrived home safely from Afghanistan.
Last year, shortly after he deployed, he wrote and mentioned he missed the sound of the windchimes I made for him that hung from his house. Sooooo, I made a set for him, sent them in the mail and he hung them outside his CP. The wind and weather at his base took their toll. The paint became chipped and faded but the sound of Freedom continued to ring clear.
Mrsd brought the chimes home this morning. I'll have to make some repairs to some of the strings but I'm going to leave the paint as it is. They hang at our front porch now and will be constant reminder of the sacrifices he and his soldiers endured.
He also sent a couple of gifts for me. A Challenge coin with his name on it and an American Flag which flew over his base in Kandahar(sp?).
I'll post a picture of the windchimes once repairs are completed.
Again, thank you for your daily prayers for our troops.
Have a wonderful FRiday and a great weekend!
Thanks, Teenie.
TGIF! (Did you think it wasn't going to arrive? lol)
Have a wonderful weekend!
This Vermeer Lute Playing Gal is wearing red for the Troops!
Quite the patriotic Lute player! :)
I did my deed this morning! :)
(I do not have high hopes for getting a response from my 2 Senators..*sigh*)
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