Dentist's Hymn: Crown Him with Many Crowns Weatherman's Hymn: There Shall Be Showers of Blessings Contractor's Hymn: The Church's One Foundation Tailor's Hymn: Holy, Holy, Holy Golfer's Hymn: There's a Green Hill Far Away Politician's Hymn: Standing on the Promises Optometrist's Hymn: Open My Eyes That I Might See IRS Agent's Hymn: I Surrender All Gossip's Hymn: Pass It On Electrician's Hymn: Send The Light Shopper's Hymn: Sweet By and By Realtor's Hymn: I've Got a Mansion, Just Over the Hilltop Massage Therapist's Hymn: He Touched Me Doctor's Hymn: The Great Physician
A young couple were driving down the road one day, happily, deliriously in love and due to be married the next day. Suddenly, a large truck swerved from the oncoming lanes into their car! BOOM! And they both died.
At the Pearly Gates, the young couple confronted St. Peter. "Sir, you have to help us! We were to be married tomorrow. Is there any way we can be married in Heaven?"
"Hmmm," replied St. Peter, "I don't recall there ever being a marriage in Heaven. Well, let's take it up with God and see what he says."
So they approached God with their plea. God sat for a moment, pondering the request. Then he looked down and said, "Come back in five years and ask me again."
Five years later, the couple approached God again, even more in love than ever and pleading that he allow their marriage. God paused for quite a while, musing over their request. Then he spoke, "Come back in five years and ask me again."
And once again, five years later, the couple was again in the presence of God, more in love than ever and begging God's permission for the third time to marry. This time God smiled broadly and thundered, "Yes my children, you may marry!"
Well, the wedding went off beautifully, the reception was huge, everyone thought the bride was simply breathtaking and the groom was soooo handsome, and everyone was happy! Until...
Two years later, the couple was back before God, and things were not looking so good. The couple had come to the realization almost immediately that although marriages were made in heaven, they didn't last very long there! And, in spite of their struggles to come to terms with the situation, they had decided there simply was no alternative but to get a divorce.
Black clouds fractured by lightening rolled across the sky, and the ground shook with explosive thunder. God glared down at the tiny couple before him, his face becoming dark and angry, and he roared, "Divorce?! Impossible!!! It took us TEN years just to find a priest in Heaven! Do you have any idea how long it will take to find a LAWYER?!!"
This is a poem I wrote for my late husband after the first year of our marriage. May he rest in peace.
J-ust another guy I thought you were U-ntil love developed now I hold you dear N-ot just a passing feeling that will fade away
S-urely it's true and forever will stay A-midst life's trials, temptations and suffering N-othing can bar this feeling from growing C-are and concern and love that I give H-ave given me bliss as long as I live E-ndless love and devotion I offer Z-anny I may be but I'll love you forever.
To My Awesome God, creator of all wonderful things, whose greatness can never be ignored through great and mighty things around.
The Wonder of You
I feel the cold breeze .....in the early morning The dew on the leaves .....flowers start blooming The rays of the sun .....incessantly shining Reminding me of YOU .....constantly watching.
The clouds, bluish-white .....breaking in the sky The mountains covered with .....fog seemingly high The sea with its tiny waves .....looking at rest Telling me of its Creator .....amazingly the best.
I look at life as a boring state. Doing the same old routine:
Reporting to school, facing the same faces of delinquent students (mischievous, slow learners, noisy)... doing school work; discussion, preparing for exams, checking test papers, computing grades, accomplishing forms, beating deadlines for submission, etc. etc. etc. Oh, what good does it give to my soul? Nothing...
I look at life as a blooming flower in the garden, it unfolds its beauty every second of the day:
Reporting to school eager to meet the same students who one day will become great and famous; looking forward to every lively and meaningful discussion with my innocent but inquisitive students, preparing for exams to know how far my teaching has gotten into their systems, checking the test papers and learning each one of them by the way they answer each question, computing grades and amazed at how others excel and how others need more help and guidance...and of course, the chit chat with the co-teachers, news here and news there....and finally.... RINGGGGGGGGGGG..... the bell rings to remind me that another day is over.
In summer of 2005, my two kids, Jezreel and Jeziel Anne, were playing outside and I saw them coming home with a small bucket. I sensed that they were trying to hide the bucket from my view so I was curious as to why they did that. I kinda acted like I never saw them but I was trying to figure out what they were trying to hide and when I saw the bucket, bingo!... there was this little kitten, eyes gazing at me blankly. I shouted, "Throw that thing out!" I always had this feeling that having cats in the house can surely trigger asthmatic attacks. My two kids pleaded to keep the kitten, so I gave the condition that the kitten should not get in the house.
It went for few days. One day I caught them playing in the bedroom with the kitten. Eventually I was told that it has been that way ever since they found GongGong. When I was out, he was in.
Now I look back and GongGong has been with us for more than a year now. He has become a part of the family. Everyone loves him and he loves us in return. He stays outside and waits for us to come home. Probably in his mind is either of these two things: He thinks that he is human like us, or we are all cats like him. It doesn't matter what he thinks, we got him under our skin. I always come home looking forward to seeing these 3 creatures, my son, my daughter and GongGong.
A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like. "The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, "You have seen Hell."
They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holyman said, "I don't understand."
It is simple" said the Lord, "it requires but one skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other. While the greedy think only of themselves.
Three women in North Florida , turned up at hospitals over a 5-day period, all with the same symptoms. Fever, chills, and vomiting, followed by muscular collapse, paralysis, and finally, death.
There were no outward signs of trauma. Autopsy results showed toxicity in the blood. These women did not know each other, and seemed to have nothing in common.
It was discovered, however, that they had all visited the same Restaurant (Olive Garden) within days of their deaths. The health department descended on the restaurant, shutting it down. The food, water, and air conditioning were all inspected and tested, to no avail.
The big break came when a waitress at the restaurant was rushed to the hospital with similar symptoms. She told doctors that she had been on vacation, and had only went to the restaurant to pick up her check. She did not eat or drink while she was there, but had used the restroom.
That is when one toxicologist, remembering an article he had read, drove out to the restaurant, went into the restroom, and lifted the toilet seat. Under the seat, out of normal view, was a small spider.
The spider was captured and brought back to the lab, where it was determined to be the Two-Striped Telamonia (Telamonia dimidiata), so named because of its reddened flesh color. This spider's venom is extremely toxic, but can take several days to take effect. They live in cold, dark, damp climates, and toilet rims provide just the right atmosphere.
Several days later a lawyer from Jacksonville showed up at a hospital emergency room. Before his death, he told the doctor, that he had been away on business, had taken a flight from Indonesia , changing planes in Singapore , before returning home. He did not visit (Olive Garden), while there. He did, as did all of the other victims, have what was determined to be a puncture wound, on his right buttock.
Investigators discovered that the flight he was on had originated in India .
The Civilian Aeronautics Board (CA ordered an immediate inspection of the toilets of all flights from India , and discovered the Two-Striped Telamonia (Telamonia dimidiata) spider's nests on 4 different planes!
It is now believed that these spiders can be anywhere in the country.
So please, before you use a public toilet, lift the seat to check for spiders.
This is GongGong. He sits on my lap when I'm in front of my computer. He also types on the keyboard...lol...cat talk..huykkkkklmnbvcccc..iuypmlllsxx...wwwpohbbbn. Nobody understands what he types. I dont think he understands either.
