Got this in an E-mail.

 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. Without Him, I am 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- mail,  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....









                       There is nothing attached....









                          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?









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.

Evil Unchecked Grows, and Evil Tolerated Poisens The Entire System. Jahwal Nehru

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In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.
Mark Twain.

I have nothing against mankind, its people I can't stand.