Saturday, November 24, 2007

To the Boys of America...

"Of course what we have a right to expect from the American boy is that he shall turn out to be a good American man. Now, the chances are strong that he wouldn't be much of a man unless he is a good deal of a boy. He must not be a coward or a weakling, a bully, a shirk or a prig. He must work hard and play hard. He must be clean-minded and clean-lived, and able to hold his own under all circumstances and against all comers. It is only on these conditions that he will grow into the kind of man of whom American can really be proud."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Friday, November 23, 2007

Who Do We Think We Are?

Who do we think we are?

We go on with life as if it revolves around us. As if we're the ones who should and must have everything there is. More and more junk. Do we really need it? Are we man-focused or are we God-focused? Are we looking at the creation or the Creator? The gifts or the Giver?

Thanksgiving has brought these questions to my mind and maybe yours too. Who do we think we are??? I ask you that. Our lives are but of little importance to the one who gave life. The sustainer of the universe. The King above all kings.

We go on with our busy lives as if they are of importance. As if all our stuff was to die for.

Who Do We Think We Are?

We must ask ourselves what and who is most important in our day to day lives. Thanksgiving has showed me that this year. That nothing else matters when God is our greatest desire and when he is our greatest focus. When we realize how insignificant we really are then, and only then, can we see how great is our God.

"For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen." -Rom. 11:36

I haven't posted for a considerable amount of time and I just thought it fitting that I should.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Daily Joke - I'm Fine

I'm fine, I'm fine.
There's nothing whatever the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both of my knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

My teeth eventually will have to come out,
And I can't hear a word unless you shout.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street.
Sleep is denied me every night,
And every morning I'm really a sight.
My memory is bad and my head's a-spin,
And I practically live on aspirin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is, as this tale unfolds,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say, "I'm fine," with a grin
Than to let people know the shape we're in!