Some Southern Humor – In Time For Father’s Day

As every Southerner knows it’s time to get ready for that all important cooking technique of the south…. Outdoor Grilling.

I have found several stores (not just in the south) where you can get a FREE Bar-B-Q Grill!
You can get a free BBQ grill from any of the following stores:
A&P
Albertsons
Costco
Fry’s
Kroger
Big Lots
Brookshire’s
Lowes
Publix
Safeway
Sam’s Club
Target
Vons
Wagner Hardware
Walgreens
Wal-Mart
Winn-Dixie

I especially like the higher rack which can be used for keeping things warm!
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Just make sure to get a metal one…the plastic one’s don’t do so well.

UpLifts – The Postal Service No One Hears About

THE POSTAL SERVICE NO ONE HEARS ABOUT

Some of you may know that our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month.
The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying
and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write
a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.
She dictated and I wrote:

Dear God,

Will you please take special care of our dog, Abbey? She died yesterday
and is in heaven. We miss her very much. We are happy that you let us
have her as our dog even though she got sick. I hope that you will play
with her. She liked to play with balls and swim before she got sick. I am
sending some pictures of her so that when you see her in heaven you will
know she is our special dog. But I really do miss her.

Love,
Meredith Claire

P.S. Mommy wrote the words after Meredith told them to her.

We put that in an envelope with two pictures of Abbey, and addressed it to
God in Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith
stuck some stamps on the front (because, as she said, it may take lots of
stamps to get a letter all the way to heaven) and that afternoon I let
her drop it into the letter box at the post office. For a few days, she
would ask if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He
had.

Yesterday there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch.
Curious, I went to look at it. It had a gold star card on the front and
said, “To Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand.

Meredith took it in and opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers, “When
a Pet Dies”
. Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had
written to God, in it’s opened envelope (which was marked “Return to
Sender” Insufficient address). On the opposite page, one of the pictures
of Abbey was taped under the words, “For Meredith”. We turned to the back
cover, and there was the other picture of Abbey, and this handwritten note
on pink paper:

“Dear Meredith,

I know that you will be happy to know that Abbey arrived safely and
soundly in Heaven! Having the pictures you sent to me was such a big
help. I recognized Abbey right away.

You know, Meredith, she isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me –
just like she stays in your heart – young and running and playing. Abbey
loved being your dog, you know. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven,
I don’t have any pockets so I can’t keep your beautiful letter. I am
sending it to you with the pictures so that you will have this book to
keep and remember Abbey. One of my angels is taking care of this for me.
I hope the little book helps. Thank you for the beautiful letter. Thank
your mother for sending it. What a wonderful mother you have! I picked
her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By
the way, I am in heaven but wherever there is love, I am there also.

Love,
God and the special angel who wrote this after God told her the words.”
_____
As a parent and a pet lover, this is one of the kindest things that I’ve
ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is some
very kind soul working in the dead letter office. I just wanted to share
this act of compassion.

May the feet of God walk with you
And His hand hold you tight.
May the eye of God rest on you
And His ear hear your cry.
May the smile of God be for you
And His breath give you life.
May the Child of God grow in you
And His love bring you home.

Amen

UpLifts – In the eyes of a child, Love is spelled “TIME.”

When filled with God’s love, we can do and see and understand things that we could not otherwise do or see or understand. Filled with His love, we can endure pain, quell fear, forgive freely, avoid contention, renew strength, and bless and help others in ways surprising even to us. — John H. Groberg

Love spends his all, and still hath store. — P. J. Bailey

If there is anything better than to be loved, it is loving. — Someone

Caring lifts the burden… courage shoulders the weight… but only love lightens the load. — Lloyd John Ogilvie

In the eyes of a child, Love is spelled “TIME.” — GPH

Kind Words

You know, sometimes it’s not what you say to people; it’s how you say it. When Jerry was just a teenager he got into an argument one day with his father. Well, that night as he sat in his room sulking, his mother came down to talk to him. As they talked, Jerry realized he had judged his father wrongly and that he had acted inappropriately. His mother suggested he apologize. Jerry promised to do so the next morning at breakfast, but when he went down for breakfast, his father was not there nor would he be ever again. He had left early that morning to supervise an airdrop in the Alaskan wilderness. His plane flew into a mountain — and Jerry’s father was killed.

For the next few years, Jerry struggled with a terrible burden of guilt — his last moments with his father, and he had wasted them on a selfish tantrum. He could not forgive himself.

Then one day in a church meeting, he listened to a speaker teach him about love, especially that precious love between parents and children. The speaker encouraged the audience to express that love. Well, it was too much for Jerry. He broke down and began to sob. As the people filed out of the chapel, Jerry was left alone. His sobs became an uncontrollable torrent of emotion, until even his hands and feet became numb. One by one his closest friends came back in the room and spoke words of encouragement to him, but it did no good. There was too much pain and too much guilt over too many years.

Then Jerry became aware of arms encircling his shoulders, and a warm cheek pressed gently against his own. He was pulled into a warm and loving embrace. Kind words softly spoken in his ear penetrated his grief and gradually eased away the pain. He opened his eyes — and looked into the loving face of the speaker who had taught of the power of love, Spencer W. Kimball, author of the book “Miracle Of Forgiveness”.

You know, Jerry has long since forgotten the words that were spoken that day, but of the warmth of that embrace and the sincerity of that love, he will never forget.

Adapted by Glenn Rawson — March 1998

Listen To Spirit – The Gift Of God

Sammie – Gift of God

“I’m going to be absolutely honest with you,” the doctor said. “The only possible way to save your life is to perform an abortion.”

For a moment, time stood still for Helen. She wanted to live, and she had so much to live for — a loving husband and a bright beautiful two and a half-year-old daughter, and a successful budding career as an author. Abortion — oh!

“I’ll schedule you for Wednesday morning,” the doctor continued. “Be at the Memorial Hospital Tuesday afternoon at four.”

Well you can imagine, those words were hard for Helen — especially hard for her because five previous pregnancies for her had ended between the third and fifth month. Oh, how she wanted this baby! When she had gotten pregnant, she had gone straight to the doctor. But in spite of a doctor’s care, her health had still declined. She had gone from losing 35 pounds to having to be fed intravenously, to now to this — an ultimatum. It was her life or the life of her baby. She knew and understood that sometimes abortion was necessary to save a mother’s life, but did that make it any easier for her?

That night as she agonized over what she was going to do, she had a most unusual dream. She dreamed that she was walking down a familiar street with her father who had passed away some months before. He was wearing his old familiar straw-hat pushed way back on his forehead, the way Momma didn’t like it. There was even the familiar wrinkle in his trousers caused by a too-big belly hanging over.

Ah, Helen and her father walked along in comfortable companionable silence until they came to the bridge over the river.

“I must leave you now,” Dad said.

She clung more tightly to his arm, not wanting him to go.

And then he said, “You can come with me if you want to. But if you go back and endure this thing to the end, you will have a beautiful daughter, and you will live to rear her to maturity.” And with that he was gone.

Was it a dream? Was it really her father? Whatever it was, the next morning Helen called the doctor and cancelled the appointment. Some time later, Helen gave birth to a beautiful perfectly formed little girl. They named her Sammie. That was 46 years ago. Helen lived to rear that beautiful little girl to become a happily married mother of 3 children herself. That little girl has been a great blessing in the lives of many people.

Now I want you to know something: We do not live alone in this world. There are those of our families who love us now more than ever they did in mortality. They know us, and they know our struggles. And often times by the grace of God, it is given to them to return and guide us, whether we see them or not.

God bless you!

Adapted from “Sammie — Gift of God” by Helen Hinckley Jones, Ensign, October 1990, pp. 65-66.

Centuries Of Wonder – Gone!

Stonehenge Amazing, Maybe Not So.

This man has figured out something that has confounded scholars for centuries. Not only figured it out, but demonstrates it. The building of Stonehenge!

He actually builds a replica of Stonehenge single handedly while a committee of 20 or 30 Civil Engineering professors from leading universities were debating how it might be done.

You have got to see this — One man with a brain to do and not just talk about it….. click on this website:

http://j-walkblog.com/index.php?/weblog/posts/moving_big_rocks/

UpLifts – Right Of Passage

Right Of Passage

Well, we’ve reached that time of the year when some of our beloved and wonderful young people are enjoying that right of passage that we call ‘high school graduation.’ Well, I have something of a parable.

Many years ago when I was a brash young high school student, I remember that I was given the choice between two classes: The one was ‘typing,’ or ‘keyboarding’ as I think they call it now, and the other was something else, I don’t remember. At the time I think my reasoning went something like this: “Typing — that’s girls’ stuff! What in the world do I need that for? Not me, man, I’m not taking typing. Give me ‘wood shop’ or something.” I never learned to type, at all — never had a single lesson. You know, I really at the time never thought I’d need it.

Now, I know that the Lord has a sense of humor, and I’m sure He’s chuckled more than once watching me fumble through research papers and compositions in the wee hours of the morning with my pathetic ‘hunt and peck’ system of typing. I tried — I really tried to master that keyboard doing it ‘my way.’ Heaven knows with a dozen years of college now, I’ve had enough practice. Oh sure, I could go fast. I could sound like a hailstorm on a patio roof, but — but when it was finished, I dare you to read it.

I’m here to tell you, ‘if you want to be a good typer, you gotta do it the way they tell ya.’ Now, it may sound silly, but that one foolish inconsequential decision has cost me more time, and more frustration than you can imagine.

Well, I have made the correct decision, I decided to learn the correct way to type. My 13 year-old daughter — sat down with me and said something like this, “Okay Dad, these fingers go here, and these go here. These fingers cover these keys, and these cover those. Got it, Dad? — Good.”

Simple, right? — Not on your life! You think I could get those fingers to go where they were supposed to? — Not a chance! It was like herding ten pre-school children through a fun house maze. And my little fingers, they were the worst. It was like they were a part of my body, but not connected to the same nervous system. I mean, think about it: How in the world are you supposed to concentrate on ten different things all at the same time? It has been one of the most frustrating physical things I have ever done, as to try to ‘retrain’ — get that — ‘retrain’ these scared old hands. Trying to unlearn, my dear friends, the effects of a bad decision is many times more difficult than to have learned it right the first time.

Now, let me add this: Since that lesson from my daughter in January, I have experienced that wonderful phenomenon of a ‘proper conditioned response.’ I still need a lot of work, but now I can look at a word, and automatically, at least most of the time, the right finger will land on the right key at the right time, and I don’t have to think about it. Ooh, that feels good too!

My young friends, you’re graduating. Your decisions in the next few years will in large measure determine the course of your entire life. Make them wisely, make them very carefully, but most importantly — make them the Lord’s way. If you form the right habits now, the manuscript you write of your life will be an epic adventure that you, the Lord, and your children will enjoy for centuries to come.

I close with these words from Ralph Waldo Emerson:

So nigh is grandeur to our dust,

So near is God to man,

When duty whispers low, Thou must,

The youth replies, I can!

UpLifts – The Hearts of the Children

The Hearts of the Children

Memorial Day was established to cause us to remember and honor those who have gone before us.

After the Civil War, there were those who wanted to remember and honor fallen Union soldiers. Eventually that sentiment expanded to include all those who had died in any war. And today Memorial Day is a national holiday where we remember all those that we have loved and lost.

Personally, when I visit family graves, my memory is renewed with love for them, even those I didn’t know. And for those I did know, life’s experiences with them return. Their hallowed graves touch this child’s heart and turn it to his father’s each time I go.

So in this Spirit of this past Memorial Day, may I share something with you that you may not have considered before?

We are the children of the Prophets, and I promise you it matters a great deal to our ancient fathers that we do not forget them and their legacy.

Now, there were many, but I’ll mention just a few. Some 700 years before Christ, the Great Isaiah was killed for his testimony of the Messiah. He died a martyr — a witness. Then Peter, the Savior’s chief apostle, was crucified upside down, also for being of Christ. James was run through with a sword. Paul was beheaded. Nearly all of the Savior’s apostles died violent deaths for their witness of Christ. They gave their lives, effectively sealing, making permanent, their testimonies for all time. (Hebrews 9:16-17)

My friends, the single greatest expression of testimony is for the witness to voluntarily give his life for it.

Please, now, in light of what I’ve said, think about the Savior’s words through Malachi: “Behold I will send you Elijah the Prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord; and he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to their Fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.” (Malachi 4:5-6)

Memorial Day originated to honor those slain for freedom. Well, what of those slain for the word of the Lord? I can’t go to the graves of the ancient ones, but I can go to their testimonies. The Holy Scriptures cost the lives of the best men of their times. Therefore, it behooves us as grateful children that we turn our hearts to our prophet Fathers with a greater reverence for the written memorial they left us. And when we do, we will be led to Him who will bring life again to all men.

By Glenn Rawson — May 2007

UpLifts – Kind Words and Love

UpLifts

When filled with God’s love, we can do and see and understand things that we could not otherwise do or see or understand. Filled with His love, we can endure pain, quell fear, forgive freely, avoid contention, renew strength, and bless and help others in ways surprising even to us. — John H. Groberg

Love spends his all, and still hath store. — P. J. Bailey

If there is anything better than to be loved, it is loving. — Someone Special

Caring lifts the burden… courage shoulders the weight… but only love lightens the load. — Lloyd John Ogilvie

In the eyes of a child, Love is spelled “TIME.” — G.P. Howe

Kind Words

You know, sometimes it’s not what you say to people; it’s how you say it. When Jerry was just a teenager he got into an argument one day with his father. Well, that night as he sat in his room sulking, his mother came down to talk to him. As they talked, Jerry realized he had judged his father wrongly and that he had acted inappropriately. His mother suggested he apologize. Jerry promised to do so the next morning at breakfast, but when he went down for breakfast, his father was not there nor would he be ever again. He had left early that morning to supervise an airdrop in the Alaskan wilderness. His plane flew into a mountain — and Jerry’s father was killed.

For the next few years, Jerry struggled with a terrible burden of guilt — his last moments with his father, and he had wasted them on a selfish tantrum. He could not forgive himself.

Then one day in a church meeting, he listened to a speaker teach him about love, especially that precious love between parents and children. The speaker encouraged the audience to express that love. Well, it was too much for Jerry. He broke down and began to sob. As the people filed out of the chapel, Jerry was left alone. His sobs became an uncontrollable torrent of emotion, until even his hands and feet became numb. One by one his closest friends came back in the room and spoke words of encouragement to him, but it did no good. There was too much pain and too much guilt over too many years.

Then Jerry became aware of arms encircling his shoulders, and a warm cheek pressed gently against his own. He was pulled into a warm and loving embrace. Kind words softly spoken in his ear penetrated his grief and gradually eased away the pain. He opened his eyes — and looked into the loving face of the speaker who had taught of the power of love, Spencer W. Kimball.

You know, Jerry has long since forgotten the words that were spoken that day, but of the warmth of that embrace and the sincerity of that love, he will never forget.

Adapted by Glenn Rawson — March 1998

The Brick

THE BRICK

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his shinny new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down.

When he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s right side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?”

The young boy was apologetic. “Please, mister… please, I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,” He pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop…” With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. “It’s my brother, “he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.”

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

“Thank you and may God bless you,” the grateful child told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jag. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: “Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!”

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It’s our choice to listen or not.

Thoughts for the Day:

If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning.

God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Keep the faith and keep a smile — Life is beautiful.

gil howe
Have a wonderful week.