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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.159 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Thu, 23 May 2013 12:23:03 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>God</title><subtitle>God</subtitle><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/atom.xml"/><updated>2011-01-09T15:37:23Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.159 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Columbine--what can we learn?</title><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/7/columbine-what-can-we-learn.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/7/columbine-what-can-we-learn.html"/><author><name>City On A Hill</name></author><published>2008-08-07T01:19:02Z</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:19:02Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P><br><strong>Subject: </strong>Darrell Scott a Columbine Father </P>
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<P><strong>Guess our national leaders didn't expect this, hmm? On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton , Colorado , was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee's subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful. </strong><br><strong><br>They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness. The following is a portion of the transcript: <br></strong><strong>" </strong><strong>Since the dawn of creation there has been both good &amp; evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers. ! <br>"The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used.. Neither was it the N CA , the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain's heart. <br>"In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly f ingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA - because I don't believe that they are responsible for my daughter's death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel's murder I would be their strongest opponent. <br>I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy -- it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best. </strong></P>
<P><strong><em>Your laws ignore our deepest needs, <br>Your words are empty air. <br>You've stripped away our heritage, <br>You've outlawed simple prayer. <br>Now gunshots fill our classrooms, <br>And precious children die. <br>You seek for answers everywhere, <br>And ask the question "Why?" <br>You regulate restrictive laws, <br>Through legislative creed. <br>And yet you fail to understand, <br>That God is what we need! </em></strong><strong><br><br></strong><strong><em><br>" Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were presen t with in our educational <br>systems for most of our nation's history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine's tragedy occurs -- politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that co ntribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped b y metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts. <br>"As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before hi s very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America , and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999 , at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA -- I give to you a sincere challenge. Dare to examine your <br>own heart before casting the first stone! <br>My daughter's death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!" </em></strong><br><strong><em><br>Do what the media did not - - let the nation hear this man's speech... Please send this out to everyone you can. GOD BLESS </em></strong></P>
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</blockquote>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Blind Horse</title><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/3/blind-horse.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/3/blind-horse.html"/><author><name>City On A Hill</name></author><published>2008-08-03T04:31:46Z</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:31:46Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<font size=2><font face=Tahoma><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Subject:</span> The Blind Horse <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></font></font>
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<P class=MsoNormal><font face="Comic Sans MS" color=black size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">&nbsp;</span></font><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><strong><font face=Arial color=black size=3 PTSIZE="12" FAMILY="SANSSERIF" BACK="#ffffff"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Just up the road not far away is a field with two horses in it.</span></font></strong><font face=Arial color=black><span style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF" BACK="#ffffff"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I am often the south end of both,</span></font></strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><br><strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">and sometimes the front end of each, a leader and a follower.</span></strong></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><strong></strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. If you stop and look with your own eyes, y</span><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <strong><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">ou will notice that one horse is blind.</span></em></strong></span></font></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><strong><em></em></strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">If you listen you will hear the sound of a bell. </span><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><br><strong><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Attached to the halter of the other horse is a small bell. </span></em></strong><br><strong><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">It lets his blind friend know where he is so it can stay nearby.</span></em>&nbsp; </strong><br><strong><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">&nbsp;</span></em> </strong><br><strong><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">As you watch these two friends you will see that the horse with seeing eyes is often looking toward the blind horse and shivers to ring the bell. <br></span></em></strong></span></font></span></font></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><br></span></font>&nbsp;</P>
<P class=MsoNormal><strong><em><font face=Arial color=black size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF" BACK="#ffffff"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">The blind horse listens for the bell and walks toward the horse with the bell.</span></font></em></strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <br><br><strong><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">At the end of the day when the bell horse goes toward the barn</span></em></strong><o:p></o:p></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><strong><em><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind.</span></font></em></strong><strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font></strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><br></span></font><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">The Living God of all Creation does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. <br><br><br><br><br></span><font face=Arial color=black PTSIZE="12" FAMILY="SANSSERIF" BACK="#ffffff"><span style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal><strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF" BACK="#ffffff"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who Yeshua places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.</span></font></strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> <br><br><strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Good friends are like this. You may not always see them but you know they are always there, especially in times of need. </span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></font></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.5in; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in"><strong><font face=Arial color=black size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><br>Listen for my bell and I will listen for yours. Be kinder than necessary- everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.<br>Let this Season be special for you and yours. Let 2008 be great before it is too late.</span></font></strong><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; </span><font size=4 PTSIZE="14" FAMILY="SANSSERIF" BACK="#ffffff"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; BACKGROUND: white">Comment:&nbsp; In Hebrew, Yeshua means 'salvation.'&nbsp; </span></font><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br></span><br></P></span></font></blockquote></DIV>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Father's Love</title><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/3/a-fathers-love.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/3/a-fathers-love.html"/><author><name>City On A Hill</name></author><published>2008-08-03T04:18:38Z</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:18:38Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[ <P> The son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?'. </P> <P> The father who, despite having a heart condition says, 'Yes'. They went </P> <P> on to complete that together &amp; even completed other marathons. The father </P> <P> always saying 'Yes' to his son's request of going through the race together. </P> <P> One day, the son asked his father, 'Dad, let's join the Ironman together'. </P> <P> To which, his father said, 'Yes''. </P> <P> For those who don't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race </P> <P> encompasses 3 endurance events; A 2.4 mile ocean swim, a 112 mile bike </P> <P> ride &amp; ends with a 26.2 mile run. Father &amp; son went on to complete the race </P> <P> together. Please view this: (Turn your volume on) </P> <P> <A title=http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513 href="mhtml:{AE5BFE4B-5B4F-4E36-AC17-0DAFF82C7907}mid://00000051/!x-usc:http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513" target=_blank> http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513 </A><br/>Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. </P> ]]></content></entry><entry><title>Ben Stein</title><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/2/ben-stein.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/2/ben-stein.html"/><author><name>City On A Hill</name></author><published>2008-08-02T21:00:36Z</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:00:36Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<STRONG><font face=Verdana color=#010101 size=2>The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary. </font></STRONG><font color=#002041><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>My confession:<br><br>I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish.</span></font><font color=blue><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font><font color=#002041><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. </span></font><br><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">That's what they are:</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana size=2 1><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Christmas trees.<font color=maroon><span style="COLOR: maroon"> </span></font><font color=#002041><span style="COLOR: #002041"><br><br>It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas"</span></font><font color=blue><span style="COLOR: blue"> </span></font><font color=#002041><span style="COLOR: #002041">to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all</span></font><font color=blue><span style="COLOR: blue"> </span></font><font color=#002041><span style="COLOR: #002041">brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Malibu</st1:City></st1:place></span></font><font color=blue><span style="COLOR: blue">.</span></font><font color=#002041><span style="COLOR: #002041"> If people want a creche,</span></font></span></font></strong><strong><font face=Arial color=#010101 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #010101; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=maroon size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">America</st1:country-region></st1:place></span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. <br><br>Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">th at we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and</span></font></strong><strong><font color=#010101 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #010101"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Jessica came from and where the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">America</st1:country-region></st1:place> we knew went to.<br><br>In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh,</span></font></strong><font face=Arial color=blue size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">this is a little different: </span></font></strong><br><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=maroon size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her " How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding Katrina)</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.<br>She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are,</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">if we demand He leaves us alone?" <br><br>In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school</span></font></strong><strong><font color=blue size=2 f ace="Ve" rdana><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Arial color=blue size=4><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">prayer in our schools, and we said OK.<br>Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, </span></font></strong><br><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.<br><br>Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">personalities would be warped</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> &lt; /B&gt;</span></font></F ONT></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">suicide). </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br></span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.<br><br>Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience,</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Arial color=blue size=4><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with </span></font></strong><strong R><FON size="2" T face="Verdana" color="#002041"><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">"WE REAP WHAT WE </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">SOW."</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=maroon size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Funny how we</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">believe what the newspapers say, but question what</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">the Bible says</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> . </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regard ing the Lord, people think twice about sharing.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Arial color=blue size=4><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>Are you laughing?</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=maroon size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe,</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">or what they will think of you for sending it. <br><br>Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">of us than what God thinks of us.</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=maroon size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><br><br>Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=blue size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"> </span></font></strong><strong><font face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.<br><br>Honestly and respectfully,<br><br>Ben Stein</span></font></strong><strong><font face=Arial color=#010101 size=2><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #010101; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"> </span></font><o:p></o:p></strong>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Billy Graham's Suit</title><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/2/billy-grahams-suit.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/2/billy-grahams-suit.html"/><author><name>City On A Hill</name></author><published>2008-08-02T20:56:24Z</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:56:24Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<font size=2>&nbsp;Original Message ----- <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></font>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><font face="Times New Roman" size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">Something heartwarming - nice to see th<font color=navy><span style="COLOR: navy">i</span></font>s kind of mail <font color=navy><span style="COLOR: navy">!</span></font></span></font><font face=Tahoma><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br><br></span></font><img  id=MA1.1194401559 height=462 src="mhtml:{AE5BFE4B-5B4F-4E36-AC17-0DAFF82C7907}mid://00000067/!x-usc:cid:image001.jpg@01C8366E.C15A4440" width=342 DATASIZE="25987"><font face=Tahoma><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br></span></font><font face=Tahoma size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br>Billy Graham is now 86 years old with Parkinson's disease. <br><br>In January 2000, leaders in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Charlotte</st1:City> , <st1:State w:st="on">North Carolina</st1:State></st1:place> , <br>invited their favorite son, Billy Graham, to a luncheon in <br>his honor. <br><br>Billy initially hesitated to accept the invitation because he <br>struggles with Parkinson's disease. But the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Charlotte</st1:City></st1:place> <br>leaders said, 'We don't expect a major address. Just <br>come and let us honor you.' <br>So he agreed. <br><br>After wonderful things were said about him, Dr. Graham <br>stepped to the rostrum, looked at the crowd, and said, <br>'I'm reminded today of Albert Einstein, the great physicist who <br>this month has been honored by Time magazine as the <br>Man of the Century. &nbsp;Einstein was once traveling from <br><st1:place w:st="on">Princeton</st1:place> on a train when the conductor came down the <br>aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. &nbsp;When he <br>came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He <br>couldn't find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. <br>It wasn't there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn't find it. <br>Then he looked in the seat beside him. &nbsp;<br>He still couldn't find it. </span></font><font face=Tahoma><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br><br></span></font><font face=Tahoma size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br>The conductor said, 'Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. &nbsp;<br>We all know who you are. I'm sure you bought a ticket. <br>Don't worry about it.' <br>Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued <br>down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to <br>move to the next car , <br>he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands <br>and knees looking under his <br>seat for his ticket. <br></span></font><font face=Tahoma><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br></span></font><font face=Tahoma size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><br>The conductor rushed back and said, 'Dr. Einstein, <br>Dr. Einstein, don't worry, I know who you are. No problem. <br>You don't need a ticket. <br>I'm sure you bought one.' <br><br><br>Einstein looked at him and said, 'Young man, I too, know who I am. <br>What I don't know is where I'm going.'' <br><br><br>Having said that Billy Graham continued, <br>'See the suit I'm wearing? It's a brand new suit. &nbsp;<br>My wife, my children, and my grandchildren are telling me <br>I've gotten a little slovenly in <br>my old age. I used to be a bit more fastidious. So I went <br>out and bought a new suit for this luncheon and one more occasion. <br><br><br>You know what that occasion is? This is the suit in which <br>I'll be buried. But when you hear I'm dead, I don't want <br>you to immediately remember the suit I'm wearing. <br>I want you to remember this: <br><br><br>I not only know who I am .. I also know where I'm going.' </span></font><o:p></o:p></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><font face="Times New Roman" size=3><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><br><br><br><strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br><br>May your troubles be less, your blessings more, <br>and may nothing but happiness, come through your door. </span></strong><br><img  id=MA2.1194401559 height=38 src="mhtml:{AE5BFE4B-5B4F-4E36-AC17-0DAFF82C7907}mid://00000067/!x-usc:cid:image002.gif@01C8366E.C15A4440" width=189 DATASIZE="27797"><o:p></o:p></span></font></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV></DIV></DIV></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV></blockquote>]]></content></entry><entry><title>God in heaven sends his angels</title><id>http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/2/god-in-heaven-sends-his-angels.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cityonahill.tv/god/2008/8/2/god-in-heaven-sends-his-angels.html"/><author><name>City On A Hill</name></author><published>2008-08-02T20:54:07Z</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:54:07Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<font face="Courier New" size=4>&nbsp;A DAD'S STORY<br><br><br><br>On July 22nd I was in route to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Washington</st1:City> , <st1:State w:st="on">DC</st1:State></st1:place> for <br><br>a business trip.<br><br>It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in <br><br><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Denver</st1:City></st1:place> for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the <br><br>overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see <br><br>the United Customer Service Representative immediately.<br><br><br>I &nbsp;thought nothing of it until I reached the door <br><br>to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were <br><br>Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart<br><br>sunk.<br><br><br><br>When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man <br><br>came toward me and said, 'Mr.Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I <br><br>do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you <br><br>to the phone so you can call the hospital.'<br><br><br><br>My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.<br><br>Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant <br><br>telephone where I called the number he gave me for the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Mission</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Hospital</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> . <br><br>My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my <br><br>three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door <br><br>for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR <br><br>had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had <br><br>continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.<br><br><br><br>By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they <br><br>believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been <br><br>done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had <br><br>completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been <br><br>severely crus hed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded <br><br>worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.<br><br><br><br>The return flight seemed to last forever, but <br><br></font><font size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come <br><br>down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have <br><br>prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with <br><br>tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my <br><br>wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like <br><br>a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded <br><br>prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated <br><br>that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time <br><br>would tell if his brain received any damage.<br><br><br><br>Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife <br><br>was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to <br><br>her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day <br><br>Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my <br><br>business trip the day before.<br><br><br><br>Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son <br><br>regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have <br><br>ever heard spoken. He said, 'Daddy hold me' and he reached for me with his <br><br>little arms.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [TEAR BREAK...smile]<br><br><br><br>By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or<br><br>physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread<br><br>throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, we took Brian home,<br><br>we felt a unique reverence for the life and love <br><br>of our Heavenly<br><br></span></font><br><font face="Courier New" size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.<br><br><br><br>In the days that followed there was a special <br><br>spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their <br><br>little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of <br><br>us were very close as a whole family Life took on a less stressful pace. <br><br>Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and <br><br>maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The story is not over (smile)!<br><br><br><br>Almost a month later to the day of the accident, <br><br>Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, 'Sit down Mommy.. I have <br><br>something to tell you.' At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in <br><br>small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down <br><br>with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.<br><br><br>'Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage <br><br>door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but <br><br>you couldn't hear me.. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And <br><br>then the 'birdies' came.'<br><br><br><br>'The birdies?' my wife asked puzzled.<br><br><br><br>'Yes,' he replied. 'The birdies made a whooshing <br><br>sound and flew into the garage.. They took care of me.'<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 'They did?'<br><br><br><br>'Yes,' he said. 'One of the birdies came and got <br><br>you. She came to tell you 'I got stuck under the door.' A sweet reverent <br><br>feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than <br><br>air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and <br><br>spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as <br><br>'birdies' because they were up in the air like birds that fly.. 'What did <br><br>the birdies look like?' she asked.<br><br><br><br>Brian answered, 'They were so beautiful. They were <br><br>dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of <br><br>them had on just white.'<br><br><br><br>'Did they say anything?'<br><br><br><br>'Yes,' he answered.<br><br>'They told me the baby would be all right.'<br><br><br>'The baby?' my wife asked confused.<br><br><br><br>Brian answered. 'The baby laying on the garage <br><br>floor.' He went on, 'You came out and opened the garage door and ran to <br><br>the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.'<br><br><br><br>My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for <br><br>she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed <br><br>chest whispered, 'Don't leave us Brian, pl ease stay if you can.' As she <br><br>listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that <br><br>the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this <br><br>little lifeless form.. 'Then what happened?' she asked.<br><br><br><br>'We went on a trip,' he said, 'far, far away.' He <br><br>grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words <br><br>for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be <br><br>okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very <br><br>important to him, but finding the words was difficult.<br><br><br><br>'We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy,' he added.<br><br>'And there are lots and lots of birdies.' My wife <br><br>was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more <br><br>soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to <br><br>tell her that the 'birdies' had told him that he had to come back and tell <br><br>everyone about the 'birdies.' He said they brought him back to the house <br><br>and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing <br><br>the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby <br><br>would be okay. The story went on for an hour.<br><br><br><br>He taught us that 'birdies' were always with us, <br><br>but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them <br><br>because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only <br><br>see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things <br></span></font><br><font face="Courier New" size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian <br><br>continued, stating, 'I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a <br><br>plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our <br><br>promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.'<br><br><br><br>In the weeks that followed, he often came to us <br><br>and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained <br><br>the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he <br><br>added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already <br><br>delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and <br><br>speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.<br><br><br><br>Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the <br><br>'birdies.' Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did <br><br>this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face<br><br>and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the <br><br>same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.<br><br><br><br>You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. </span></font><br><br><font face="Courier New" size=4><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">Some people come into our lives and quickly go....Some people become <br><br>friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts .. <br><br>and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!<br><br><br><br>Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is <br><br>a gift. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every <br><br>moment...this is not a dress rehearsal! THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN <br><br>ANGEL...<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE WITHIN THE HOUR<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; OF RECEIVING HER...IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER...IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW...<br><br><br><br>Now don't delete this message, because it comes <br><br>from a very special Angel.<br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I passed this on, not because it says to, but <br><br>because I hope everyone I send it to, will be as blessed by reading it, as <br><br>I was.<br></span></font>]]></content></entry></feed>