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Posted on 08/11/2004 3:40:15 AM PDT by JustAmy
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No, thank you.
Topically, today is:
Aloha Day
Thank You Day
International Youth Day
No, I think you were right the first time...
Stop posting from the distant past!
LOL! That's a cute kitty, though I can't tell if he's having a great day!
What is the story behind naming your cat "Ritz"?
LOL!
That is a cute graphic, Amy!
Another cute graphic!
LOL! I think he worries that I'll throw something else at him. Like, oh, say...one of my huge textbooks. Or I can just start talking about my project. That makes him run. ;)
Ritz is the color of a Ritz cracker. I think that's why I named him that. It's been so long. He's lived with us all his life.
My cat used to play fetch with those milk bottle rings. He's about 7 now. He seems to have been depressed since my hubby brought a stray and her 5 kittens into the house. He hasn't been running through the house when I get home and he's gained weight (he was already over-weight). When the kittens are "released" from the bathroom he tends to ignore the people. Sometimes he plays with the kittens and sometimes he just watches (or watches out for) them. I saw him cleaning one one day.
That's unusually cool for August in Illinois isn't it? We are also having unseasonally cool weather (K.C, MO area). The high has been in the 70's yesterday and supposed to be today.
Awwww, what a cute overdressed little bear you are.
WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
A seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
One morning they were eating breakfast in a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white-haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests.
The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, "I hope he doesn't come over here."
But sure enough, the man came over to their table. "Where are you folks from?" he asked in a friendly voice.
"Oklahoma ," they answered.
"Great to have you here in Tennessee ," the stranger said. "What do you do for a living?"
"I teach at a seminary," he replied.
"Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a really good story for you." And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down.
The professor groaned and thought to himself, Great; just what I need another preacher story!
The man started, "See that mountain over there?" He pointed out the restaurant window. "Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question: 'Hey, boy, who's your daddy?'
"Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question: 'Who's your daddy ?' He would hide at recess and lunchtime from other students. He would avoid going in to stores because that question hurt him so bad.
"When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, 'Who's your daddy?' But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast, he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd.
"Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher, not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, 'Son, who's your daddy?'
"The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him. Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, 'Who's your daddy?'
"The new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to the scared little boy: 'Wait a minute! I know who you are. I see the family resemblance now. You are a child of God.'
"With that, he patted the boy on his shoulder and said, 'Boy, you've got a great inheritance -- go and claim it.'
"With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, 'Who's your daddy?' he'd just tell them, 'I'm a child of God.'"
The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, "Isn't that a great story?"
The professor responded that it really was a great story!
As the man turned to leave, he said, "You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one of God's children, I probably would never have amounted to anything!" And he walked away.
The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over and asked, "Do you know that man who was just sitting at our table?"
The waitress grinned and said, " Of course. Everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's the former governor of Tennessee !"
Someone in you life today needs a reminder that they are one of God's children!
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of God stands forever." --- Isaiah 40:8
Keep 'em in line there tulip!
*Chuckle*
What a unique, and wicked, way to tell a story and make a point at the same time.
Oh, now THAT is one of the best tales I've heard in a long, long time! Thanks, Lurker!
Very nice, to both of you.
Thank you, Amy.
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