JOSHUA TIME 389

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JOSHUA TIME 388

MINUTE PLEASE

It only takes a minute to commit a crime and while people are calling the minutemen bad guys the people who are watching the borders because the Government will not watch and protect our borders.
Something needs to be done, their are several planned debates in the U.S. SENATE. One is build a wall, The other plan is amnesty, and the O'Rielly idea is to put the National Guard on the border. The Guard would definitly work but something needs to be done now their are presently 12,000,000 that is 12 million undocumented illegal people, anytime a person does something illegally they are a felon and it is only in America. One of those 12 million could potentially be a terrorist. My idea is make mexico a state so they will not have to cross the border illegally and destroy our government. Mexicans get on welfare and can not and will not get off of it.
People talk about how Mexicans work the low paying jobs, I begged for work and no one would give me a chance to work so don't talk about how the Mexican will work.
Last time I checked Americans spoke English not Mexish or Spanish. People talk how they can not understand me when I talk well I can not understand those Mexicanish, yes I'm making fun of it.

Joshua

JOSHUA TIME 387

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small,uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him,but every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemedforthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a littlehut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, andto store his few possessions.One day, after scavenging for food he arrived home to find hislittle hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. Theworst had happened, and everything was lost.He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. "GOD, howcould you do this to me?" he cried.Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship thatwas approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How didyou know I was here?", asked the weary man of his rescuers. "Wesaw your smoke signal," they replied.It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but weshouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, evenin the midst of pain, and suffering.Remember that, the next time your little hut seems to beburning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal thatsummons the grace of GOD.

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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 Albrecht Durer the Elder's> children 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, watercolors,> 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, if you still need one, that no one - no> one - ever makes it alone!>>

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Giving all


Hi,I thought this was:
Pretty Awesome !

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:

What Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%? What equals 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you! answer these questions:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:
! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

Then:

H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

And

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+! 5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

AND, look how far the love of God will take you

L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D
12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

JOSHUA TIME 384

Just a quarter?
Several years ago, a new preacher moved to Houston, Texas. Someweeks after>he arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus from his home to thedowntown>area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver hadaccidentally>given>him a quarter too much change. As he considered what to do, hethoughtto>himself, "You'd? better give the quarter back. It would bewrong tokeep>it." Then he? thought, "Oh, forget, it's only a quarter. Whowouldworry>about this little? amount. Anyway, the bus company gets toomuch fare;they>will never miss it.? Accept it as a 'gift from God' and keepquiet."When>his stop came, he paused? momentarily at the door, then hehanded the quarter to the driver and said,? "Here, you gave metoo much change.">>The driver with a smile replied,? "Aren't you the new preacher intown? I>have been thinking lately about? going to worship somewhere. Ijustwanted>to see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I'llsee youat>church on Sunday">>When the preacher? stepped off of the bus, he literallygrabbed thenearest>light pole, held? on, and said, "Oh God, I almost sold yourSon for a quarter." Our lives are the only Bible some peoplewill ever read.This is>a>really almost scary example of how much people watch us asChristiansand>will put us to the test! Always be on guard and remember (as Itry to remember) that you carry the name of Christ on yourshoulders when youcall>yourself? "Christian.">>I'm glad I got this forwarded to me as a reminder.. you? shouldforward it>too :) I hope you all have a great day!!?SUPPORT OUR TROOPS!GOD BLESS?AMERICA!!?

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The Penny>>>> >>>>> >You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the> sidewalk being>>>>good>>>> >luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've> ever heard>>>>this>>>> >twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.>>>> >Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were> invited to>>>>spend>>>> >the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend,> Arlene, was nervous>>>> >about the weekend. ! The boss was very wealthy, with a> fine home on>>>>the>>>> >waterway, and cars costing more than her house.>>>> >>>>> >The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was> delighted to have>>>>this>>>> >rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's> employer>>>>was>>>> >quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest> restaurants.>>>>Arlene>>>> >knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in> this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself> immensely.>>>> >>>>> >As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive> restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly> ahead of Arlene and her>>>>husband. He>>>> >stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long,> silent>>>>moment.>>>> >>>>> >Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was> nothing on>>>>the>>>> >ground except a single darkened penny that someone had> dropped, and a>>>>few>>>> >cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and> picked up the penny.>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if> he had four>>>>and>>>> >a>>>> >great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have> for a single penny?>>>> >Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?>>>> >>>>> >Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her.> Finally, she could>>>>stand>>>> >it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter> once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had> found had been of some>>>>value.>>>> >>>>> >A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his> pocket for>>>>the>>>> >penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many> pennies>>>>before!>>>> >What>>>> >was the point of this?>>>> >>>>> >"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the> words ">>>>United>>>> >States of America .">>>> >>>>> >"No, not that; read further.">>>> >>>>> >"One cent?" "No, keep reading.">>>> >>>>> >"In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?">>>> >>>>> >"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a> coin.>>>>Whenever I>>>> >find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every> single>>>>United>>>> >States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a> message right>>>>in>>>> >front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it> by? When I>>>>see a>>>> >coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that> moment. I>>>>pick>>>> >the>>>> >coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For> a short>>>>time, at>>>> >least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is> God's way of>>>>starting>>>> >a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and> pennies are plentiful!>>>> >>>>> >When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the> sidewalk. I>>>>stopped>>>> >and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying> and fretting>>>>in my>>>> >mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In> God We>>>>Trust," and>>>> >had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.>>>> >>>>> >It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of> pennies in>>>>the>>>> >last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!>>>> >>>>> >And, God is patient...>>>> >>>>> >Have a blessed day!!>>>> >>>>> >The best mathematical equation I have ever seen:>>>> >>>>> >1 cross>>>> >3 nails>>>> >-------->>>> >4 given>>>> >>>>> >That's the whole gospel message simply stated. Take 60> seconds give>>>>this a>>>> >shot! Let's just see if Satan stops this one.>>>> >>>>> >All you do is ->>>> >1. Simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you> this, (Father>>>>God>>>> >bless this person in whatever it is that you know he or> she may be>>>>needing>>>> >this day.)>>>> >>>>> >2. Then send it on to five other people. Within hours five> people have prayed for you, and you caused a multitude of> people to pray to God>>>>for>>>> >other people.>>>> >>>>> > Thank you.> > >

JOSHUA TIME 382

Listen for the Bell]
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.>From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if youstop yourcar, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing.Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he isblind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but hasmade a good home for him. This alone is amazing.If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell.Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see thatit comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to herhalter is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where sheis, so he can follow her.As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she isalways checking on him, and that he will listen for her belland then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she willnot lead him astray. When she returns to the shelter of thebarn each evening, she stopsoccasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't toofar behind to hear the bell.Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us awayjust because we are not perfect or because we have problems orchallenges. He watches over us and even brings others into ourlives to help us when we are in need.Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the littleringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other timeswe are the guide horse, helping others see.Good friends are like this. You don't always see them, but youknow they are always there.Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours