Saturday, February 20, 2010

A Dog's Purpose...(From a six year old)

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Pastor Gene A. Dasher, Sr.

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#617022010

I know I get into left field sometimes but humor me and read this one anyway.

A Dog's Purpose… (From a 6-year-old).

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to
examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners,
Ron, his wife Lisa, and
their little boy Shane, were all very
attached to Belker, and they
were hoping for a
miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told
the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to
perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought
it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker
slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, 'People are born so that they can learn
how to live a good Life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice,
right?' The Six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to
do that, so they don't have to stay as long.' So live like a dog:

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to
be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close
by, and nuzzle them gently.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT

“If we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1John 1:9

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Entertaining Angels #616021910

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Pastor Gene A. Dasher, Sr.

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ENTERTAINING ANGELS

It was fifty years ago, on a hot summer day, in the deep south. We lived on
a dirt road, on a sand lot. We were, what was known as "dirt poor". I had
been playing outside all morning in the sand.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp clanking sound behind me and looking over my
shoulder, my eyes were drawn to a strange sight! Across the dirt road were
two rows of men, dressed in black and white, striped, baggy uniforms. Their
faces were covered with dust and sweat. They looked so weary, and they were
chained together with huge, black, iron chains. Hanging from the end of each
chained row was a big, black, iron ball.


They were, as polite people said in those days, a "Chain Gang," guarded by
two, heavily armed, white guards. I stared at the prisoners as they settled
uncomfortably down in the dirt, under the shade of some straggly trees. One
of the guards walked towards me. Nodding as he passed, he went up to our
front door and knocked. My mother appeared at the door, and I heard the
guard ask if he could have permission to get water from the pump, in the
backyard, so that "his men" could "have a drink". My mother agreed, but I
saw a look of concern on her face, as she called me inside.

I stared through the window as each prisoner was unchained from the line, to
hobble over to the pump and drink his fill from a small tin cup, while a
guard watched vigilantly. It wasn't long before they were all chained back
up again, with prisoners and guards retreating into the shade, away from an
unrelenting sun. I heard my mother call me into the kitchen, and I entered,
to see her bustling around with tins of tuna fish, mayonnaise, our last loaf
of bread, and two, big, pitchers of lemonade. In what seemed "a blink of an
eye", she had made a tray of
sandwiches using all the tuna we were to have had for that night's supper.

My mother was smiling as she handed me one of the pitchers of lemonade,
cautioning me to carry it "carefully" and to "not spill a drop." Then,
lifting the tray in one hand and holding a pitcher in her other hand, she

marched me to the door, deftly opening it with her foot, and trotted me
across the street. She approached the guards, flashing them with a brilliant
smile. "We had some leftovers from lunch," she said, "and I was wondering if
we could share with you and your men." She smiled at each of the men,
searching their dark eyes with her own eyes of "robin's egg blue." Everyone
started to their feet. "Oh no!" she said. "Stay where you are! I'll just
serve you!" Calling me to her side, she went from guard to guard, then from
prisoner to prisoner, filling each tin cup with lemonade, and giving each
man a sandwich.

It was very quiet, except for a "thank you, ma'am," and the clanking of the
chains. Very soon we were at the end of the line, my mother's eyes softly
scanning each face. The last prisoner was a big man, his dark skin pouring
with sweat, and streaked with dust. Suddenly, his face broke into a
wonderful smile, as he looked up into my mother's eyes, and he said, "Ma'am,
I've wondered all my life if I'd ever see an angel, and now I have! Thank
you!" Again, my mother's smile took in the whole group. "You're all
welcome!" she said. "God bless you." Then we walked across to the house,
with empty tray and pitchers,
and back inside.

Soon, the men moved on, and I never saw them again. The only explanation my
mother ever gave me, for that strange and wonderful day, was that I
"remember, always, to entertain strangers, for by doing so, you may
entertain angels, without knowing."

Then, with a mysterious smile, she went about the rest of the day. I don't
remember what we ate for supper, that night. I just know it was served by an
angel. --- Author Unknown (Shared by one of our readers)

“If we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1John 1:9

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Valentine 2010 #615021110

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Pastor Gene A. Dasher, Sr

#615021110

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VALENTINE 2010

HELLO: Happy V-A-L-E-N-T-I-N-E

"When you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours."

An early 'Valentine' to see if it will make it around the world by Feb. 14th.
For God so loVed the world,
that He gAve

His onLy
begottEn
soN
That whosoever
believeth In Him
should Not perish,
but have Everlasting life.'

John 3:16

This is a special occasion each year in the U.S.A. It would be nice if we would remember to show special love to each other every day of the year. Jesus loves you and believing in him is the Valentine that is most complete.

“If we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1John 1:9

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Monday, February 08, 2010

Jesus Could You Get That For Me / 614021010

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Pastor Gene A. Dasher, Sr

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“JESUS COULD YOU GET THAT FOR ME”

I shared a statement I received on the internet this week on Facebook and this was it. "When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could you get that for me?" It is time for all Christians to lift their head high and allow God to be God in their life.

I listen, I read, and I am amazed at what we sound like as Christians. We murmur, complain, scream, rant and rage like someone out of control with their life. What kind of testimony do we show to those who are hurting and in need when they see nothing in our life that is different than theirs?

Satan will knock at your door. Does that give reason to fear? Does that give you reason to run and hide? Do you let everything that is at your door come in? As a Christian when you hear the knock at your door and you know it is Satan why waste any time when you can say “Jesus, could you get that for me? When you open the door and let Satan in you’ve taken on a battle you cannot handle. It would be much better to get out of the way and watch Jesus at work for he is the victory.

One writer said “The battle’s not mine I give it to you Lord it’s thine.” The bear, the lion, the den of lions you face today will be stayed when you heed the word of God. Do you have enough of the word of God in you to help you shun the evils that easily drag you down? If not start reading, start listening because as you feed on God’s word you will be better prepared to overcome sin that may be placed before you.

The devil will destroy you if you let him. God sent his son Jesus to save you and cleanse you and lead you into righteousness. So join me as we learn together to say “Jesus could you get that for me?” Remember Jesus never fails.

“If we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1John 1:9

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