Read only if you have time for God

  Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I
almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.


 Subject: READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR God

God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...
I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate
during work.

Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has
caused lot of the problems in our world today.

We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...
Maybe, Sunday night...
And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.

We do like to have Him around during sickness...

And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
Because... That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and
should, handle on our own.

 May God forgive me for ever thinking...
That... there is a time or place where..
HE is not to be FIRST in my life.

We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this...
Please follow the directions.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you
before my Father."

Not ashamed?

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!
Yes, I do Love God.
HE is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be
nothing.  But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)

This is the simplest test.

  If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things
HE has done for you...
Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!
I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do
You love Him?

 

  THE POEM

  I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.  I had to
hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and
said a hurried prayer,

 

And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,

They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
 No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,

No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in
his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

EASY VS. HARD

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we
suddenly wake up?

Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about
nasty stuff?

Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy
to look at a nasty one?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we forward all
of the nasty ones?

Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance
clubs are getting larger?

Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or
delete it?

Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil
stop this one!

Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a
prayer for the person that sent it to you....

That's all you have to do....
This is so powerful....
Do not stop the wheel, please....
Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best
one....

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!


  May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills,
nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as
blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will
delete this without reading it because of the title on it

STORY:

  There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New
England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church
carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.
Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to
speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy
coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage
were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I
stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old
birds," came the reply.

"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.

"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease
'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a
real good time." "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or
later. What will you do?"

  "Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll
take 'em to them."

  The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those
birds, son?"

"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just
plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
  The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He
placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of
the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage
down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded
the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the
pastor began to tell this story.

___________________________________________________________

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just
come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.
"Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me
a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

  Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to
marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how
to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent
guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"


  "And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for
them?" Jesus asked.

  "Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll
take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you
and kill you. You don't want those people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your
life."

Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from
the pulpit.


Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and
then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still
follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and
they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages
regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not
send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what
they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people
think of me than what God thinks of me.

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book,
they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed it was sent out to many more.