Thankful Thursday #4 - Thanking God for... 31. A spotlessly clean house 32. Allowing my Momma and sister to come up for a couple of days to help get my house spotlessly clean 33....
7 years ago
It makes me cry, too. Today, on a break from work, I was browsing some "deal" sites on the internet. I found what appeared to be a great deal on a 42" LCD TV.
(After dinner, the Taylors and the Darlings sit down to play music)
Andy: Come on, Mr. Darling. What'll it be?
Briscoe: Well, you pick it and I'll jug it.
Andy: How' bout, how ‘bout "Dirty Me, Dirty Me, I'm Disgusted With Myself"?
Briscoe: That one makes me cry.
"Command those who are rich in this present age not to be haughty, nor to trust in uncertain riches but in the living God, who gives us richly all things to enjoy. Let them do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to give, willing to share, storing up for themselves a good foundation for the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life."Willing to share? No, they appear to be speeding away from the only other people around.
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed-- in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: "Death is swallowed up in victory." "O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?" The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.
There's a story of a small village where lived an old clockmaker and repairer. When anything was wrong with any of the clocks or watches in the village, he was able to fix them, to get them working properly again.When he died, leaving no children and no apprentice, there was no one left in the village who could fix clocks. Soon various clocks and watches began to break down. Those which continued to run often lost or gained time, so they were of little use. A clock might strike midnight at three in the afternoon. So, many of the villagers abandoned their timepieces.One day, a renowned clockmaker and repairer came through the village, and the people crowded around him and begged him to fix their broken clocks and watches. He spent many hours looking at all the faulty timepieces, and at last announced that he could repair only those whose owners had kept them wound, because they were the only ones which would be able to remember how to keep time.So, we must daily keep things wound: that is, we must pray when prayer seems dry as dust, when we are physically tired, when our hearts are heavy, when our bodies are in pain.We may not always be able to make our "clock" run correctly, but at least we can keep it wound so that is will not forget.