Thursday, September 29, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Biblical Humor

A friend sent this to me recently and I figured it was worthy of posting. I hope you like them and don't find it too totally lame. ;) I thought some of them were funny...


Q.. What kind of man was Boaz before he married Ruth? A.. Ruthless.

Q. What do they call pastors in Germany?
A.. German Shepherds.

Q.. Who was the greatest financier in the
A.. Noah He was floating his stock while everyone else was in

Q.. Who was the greatest female financier in the Bible?

A.. Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew out a
little prophet.

Q.. What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?

A.. Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury. David's
Triumph was heard throughout the land. Also, probably a Honda, because the
apostles were all in one Accord.

Q... Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible?
A.. Samson. He brought the house down.

Q.. What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer

lived in Eden?
A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.

Q.. Which servant of God was the most flagrant lawbreaker in the Bible?

A.. Moses. He broke all 10 commandments at once.

Q.. Which area of Middle East was especially wealthy?

A.. The area around Jordan. The banks were always overflowing.

Q.. Who is the greatest babysitter mentioned in the Bible?

A. David. He rocked Goliath to a very deep sleep.

Q. Which
Bible character had no parents?
A.. Joshua, son of Nun.

Q.. Why didn't they play cards on the Ark?

A.. Because Noah was standing on the deck.

PS... Did you know it's a sin for a woman to make coffee?

Yup, it's in the Bible. It says: "He-brews"

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Love you, sis :)

It gives me pains to see you leave,
But I never forget what I've learned through the years
We've gone through a lot together
Much less laughs and tears

I'll always be there for you,
Even after we’re married
I'll always stay true to you.
After all the love we’ve carried

You are my sister,
And my very best friend
You will always be
And my love will never end

You are a part of me,
And never will you ever leave my heart.
All the times we've shared together
Our hearts will never part

Don't let anyone take my place,
They'll never change our lives together.
Or even if you think they will
Remember we will be sisters forever

The laughs, we have
We share the tears,
We kept our promises
That have built up throughout the years.

I’ll love you all through life
I'll never let us part,
Because you'll always have special place
That special place is in my heart.

~Kristen M. Saccardi

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Forgiveness -- And a side note

I want to address reaction. Hurt reaction. Recently, I have been talking to
different people who have been hurt in one way or the other. But as I
observe, it seems to me that they all have the same reaction. Imagine you’re
sitting in a cafeteria, eating your lunch. Suddenly, someone who you thought
was your friend comes up to you from behind and smacks you as hard as they
can, practically embedding their fist into you and then runs away. Your back
is still stinging, and a knot is forming beneath your shirt.

I know, that was a pretty un-descriptive lame analogy, but you get
the point, right? What would you do in that kind of circumstance? What would
your reaction be? There are two different scenarios that come to my mind.
Scenario one: You throw down your lunch, no longer caring about it (it
smelled a little of mold anyways) and run after the person as fast as your
legs can carry you screaming at the top of your voice, “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TREAT ME THAT WAY, AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!!!” ready to take the offender to the ground, hoping to embed
your fists into them, to see how they like it.

Well, that was a little drastic, but seriously, don’t you just yearn to do
something like that to someone that’s hurt you? In fact, aren’t you itching
to get them back? Now, let’s continue to our second scenario.

Scenario two: You begin to rub your back, Ohhh does that sting! You can
already feel a bruise beginning to form. You’re mad. Actually, you’re so
mad, that your skin begins to boil. You can feel your neck starting to get
hot, you can feel the anger pulling at you. You want to yank
out that persons hair! But you don’t run after the person. You WANT to, but
the circumstances just don’t pan out. There are too many pedestrians in your
way. You have to come up with a better plan. You toggle your eyebrows,
feeling like an evil scientist ready to destroy the offenders world with
your evil plan. You set your food down and walk over to the group of girls sitting at a table nearby. They are all friends of yours, *and *they are
all friends of your offender. “Did you see what she just did to me?” you ask
in utter astonishment, showing them all your bruise. “Woahhh!” they all say.
“She’s not the kind of girl she made us think she was,” you continue, “She is
really such a brat. I don’t think we should be friends with her.” The others
nod in agreement and you continue to talk about how that girl has hurt each
and every one of you in a different way.

Have you figured me out yet? I’m not talking about physical hurt. Well, not
really. I’m talking about any kind of hurt. Anything that anyone has ever
done to you that affects you majorly. Something that has separated you,
bruised your heart, abused you, hurt your family. I’m not talking about the
going-crying-to- mom “They were talking about me behind my back” kinda thing.
I’m talking about separation, divorce, abuse, things like that. The things
you can’t forget. The things you want to vent about over and over and over

Think about that certain thing in your life. Think about the person or
persons who have hurt you, and who you have gone to to vent about.

While you have this in your mind, I want to tell you a story. Three stories,
actually. Two that you will probably know well, the other, not so much.

* * *

Corrie’s heart raced inside her chest. She figured that everyone within ten
miles could hear it beating loudly. She had just finished a conference
talking about her past life. Corrie was one of the few survivors of one of
the Nazi prison camps during World War II. She wasn’t a Jew, in fact, she
would never have even been in a prison camp, if it hadn’t been for the fact that
she and her family had been hiding Jews in their home. They had generous
hearts and they knew that Jews were God’s chosen people and loved by Him,
just as much as any other person in the world. They weren’t inferior, and
they needed help. Sadly, the family had been caught and Corie’s father and
sister had been killed. Corie had been strong, however, and it was clear
that God had a plan for her. She had survived the prison camp, but with
many, many memories that would scar her for life. The kind of torture that
you and I could probably not think possible, unless we saw it personally
like she did.

It had been years since the end of the war, and now she was figuring out God's
plan for her. She was led to speak and write books about her experience and
share…. Forgiveness. She was at a conference and had just finished speaking
about the sorrows and struggles of the war, and about how God was still
faithful, when someone walked up to her. It was someone she recognized. In
fact, it was one of the leaders of the prison camp where she had been held
hostage and where her sister had been killed. She stared at him. He stared
back, waited a second, then told Corrie about how he had changed, how he
realized what he did was so, so wrong, and then, he asked for her

She forgave him.

You know the story, don’t you? Now, I want you to think about that person
that hurt you. Are

you willing to forgive them like she did? It’s likely that your hurt is bad,
but not nearly as bad at what Corrie experienced. Why did she forgive him?
Because she knew that Jesus had forgiven her for all the sins that she had
ever committed, all her wrong doings, all her wrong thoughts, and she knew
that Jesus wanted her to forgive this man, and to show him who He was.

Here’s my second story:

An American soldier had been stationed in Japan just a few days after the
allies had dropped the atomic bomb. He walked the streets, his heart
saddened at the extended damage, and the people suffering from burns worse
than he had ever seen. Everything was desolate, it was like there was no
life, except for a few survivors that walked the streets. The soldier came
across a sign in English that said, “Methodist Church” and he followed the
arrow to a small church building that still stood amongst the rubble and
grayness of the dark sky. He walked into the damaged building. There stood a
few Japanese who had gathered to worship God, despite the circumstances.
They turned their heads to the door, where the American soldier stood. None
of them said anything for a moment, everything was silent, they just stared
at each other. Then, a man stood up. He pointed at the American soldier, the
one who was fighting against them, the one who’s country had just caused all
this devastation, the one who had probably shot at and killed many Japanese
soldiers during battle, and single word came out of his mouth. It was the
only word the soldier knew in Japanese, it meant *brother.* The Japanese
ushered him inside and he worshiped God with them, and listened freely to
the sermon the pastor gave, although he understood none of it. It was a
moment of unity, even though the world was at war, Christians were still
united, by the blood of Jesus Christ.

Isn’t it amazing how the Japanese forgave the American soldier, even though
they knew that the Americans had just dropped the worse bomb that had ever
been known to man on their country?

I have told you two of my stories. Both of them tie in with my third and
final story:

Blood ran down His hands, His feet, His neck, His back, pain shot throughout
His whole body. The people down below were chanting, laughing, mocking Him.
He could have done something about it, in fact, He knew that the worst was
about to happen. He could have stopped it, He could have healed Himself
right then and there, but He was dying for a reason. In fact, He was dying
for you. The pain that shot through His nerves and the nails that were pounded through His wrists were all for you.

Now, the worst was about to come. It was the time. The pain was unbearable, but still, He bore it for you. The sky turned black and God, His father turned His back on His Son.
Why? Why would God do something like that? Because sin, your sin, everything
you have ever done, every thought action, word you have spoken wrongly was
now on the back of His son, Jesus Christ. God can’t look upon sin. If you
have any kind of sin in your life, God cannot look upon you, because God is
perfect, without sin and He created you, perfect, without sin, until you
were tempted and rebelled. Whose fault is it now? Completely yours. You
should be the one in the place of Jesus right now. It should have been you.
But He took your punishment. He took all the sin upon his back, He took
separation from God for YOU. But why? Why would He do that? Because He loves

What was the point of me telling you these three stories? Well, I wanted to
show you forgiveness. Corrie forgave the man from the prison camp, because
she knew that Jesus had forgiven her, The Japanese forgave the American
soldier for all that his country had did to them, all the hurt that was cast
upon them, because they knew that Jesus had forgiven them, and Jesus forgave
all your sins, even though you were a dirty wretch who had disobeyed God
thousands and thousands of times, and still do because He loved you THAT
much. YOU are His child.

Are you willing to forgive that person who has hurt you? Are you willing to
count them a brother or sister in Christ if they are indeed Christians just
like you? Even if they aren’t a Christian, are you willing to forgive them
rather than reacting in a scenario one or two manner, just as Christ has
forgiven you? Or are you going to continue to talk bad about them, continue
to wish hurt upon their lives, keep on trying to get them back?

I was planning on ending on that note, but apparently God has a different
plan for this article. Have you been reading this today and thinking, “Wow, I
can’t believe Jesus has done that for me. How can I accept Him? How can I
love Him back for what He has done for me?” Jesus wants you to love Him, you
only have to accept Him as your Lord and savior. Do you trust in Jesus?

If you have further questions about Jesus, forgiveness, or salvation I would
absolutely love it if you emailed me at . Jesus
wants to know you, He’s knocking at your heart, will you accept Him?

Friday, September 23, 2011

Mandisa - Waiting For Tomorrow

"You've made me for so much more than sitting on the sidelines..."

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Choose Joy

Honestly, its hard to make me cry. I've never cried during a movie, nor do I cry when reading books, but after reading the last few posts on Sara Frankl's blog I definitely had tears in my eyes.

Sara has been struggling with Ankylosing Spondylitis (or AS) for the past few years.
She explains her disease in the following paragraph:

"[It]started out by attacking the joints in my sacrum [low back], spine and neck. As the joints are attacked, inflammation occurs and scar tissue forms around the joint. The goal of the disease is to keep attacking until that scar tissue forms into bone and fuses the joints together. The process of attacking/fusing is what causes a great deal of pain."

Despite her ongoing circumstances, pains, and confinement to her home, Sara has decided to "Choose Joy" instead of sorrow in her life. She has consistently posted on her blog for the past several years encouraging others to "Choose Joy" and bringing smiles to many, many faces.

Now, Sara is on her way home. Home to be with Jesus. They say that "Home is where the heart is" and Sara's heart is definitely with Jesus. Pray for her and her family at this time, she's on her way to TRUE joy that she will feel forever and ever.

Check out her blog:

Click on her "Home" page to read Shannon's latest update on Sara.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Joyful Noise

"Shout to the LORD, all the earth; break out in praise and sing for joy!"

Isn't it wonderful how God has made it possible for us to praise Him through music? I have a vision in my mind, of thousands and thousands of people one day playing for Jesus on pure white violins in a garden filled with flowers and trees and glorious colors! I want to be there one day.

Sing praises to the Lord!!

*Images copyright Piper Holloway. Please do not copy.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Battle by Chris August

This is such a beautiful song.

There's a battle raging, but its been won by our perfect savior, Jesus Christ!
There is no reason to be afraid of anything, because it is finished. The world can try to battle for your heart, but the war has already been won! Now, you can cry victory.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

A Remembrance

September 11th 2001, most everyone can remember where they were on that day. I can. I was 5 years old and we had just finished taking a hike in the woods. Upon arriving at our friends house, my Mom was told about the tragic happenings that had just come to pass. Of course, at that time I was to young to hear about it. Every year since the terrorist attack happened on September 11th we remember the lives that were lost on that day…and then we go on with our own lives. There are people who for a long time couldn’t go on with their lives, who couldn’t get over the fact that every night their father, mother, or both didn’t come home from work. The certain people that I have in mind are the children of the ones who were killed in 9-11. The estimated number of people who died in that attack was 2,819 and the estimated number of children who lost their parents is about 3000. This morning I saw a news report on the these children, one boy had lost both of his parents. His mother was in the worlds trade center and his father was a fire fighter. One thing that I heard caught my attention, a girl said to the questions of ‘is 9-11 a hard day to get through with remember the loss of your father?’ “not so much, he’s gone every other day as well.” was her reply. Twenty percent of Americans are related to, or know someone who was injured or killed in the 9-11 attacks. Imagine losing your parent or a family member in such a tragic accident. Yes people die from sickness and diseases each year, but what about when someone actually takes their life?
Isn’t it sad how the terrorist who killed these children’s parents and many other people, thought that they were doing something of honor and service. Yes, they were doing something of service to their country, but it had no eternal value. Do you think that the terrorist pilots who killed themselves went to heaven or hell? I think it should motivate us all the more to spread God’s love across the nations. What if the terrorist involved in the events never heard the Gospel or had a chance to except it before. Yes,
9-11 was a tragic event, this year are you going to remember the loss and then go on with your life? Or are you going to ask God if he wants you to go make a difference? Better yet, if you have a loved one that was killed in 9-11 can you forgive the terrorists and then make a difference? Will you let compassion for the loved ones of the lost lives and for Americas enemies motivate you with the strength of our Lord.

~I thank all of the ones who died as hero's and all the ones who were left behind.~

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Passion for Souls

Do you have a passion for something? Maybe you would say that
you have a passion for a specific sport, after all, if you’re doing
especially bad in a game, doesn’t your coach always pressure you “Is this
your passion? Then get out there and show it!”

What do you think your passion *should *be? Well, there’s a lot of different
answers to that question. If you answered, “My passion should be in Jesus
Christ,” you do answer correctly, but I’m not going off on that bunny trail
quite yet. :) There’s a different passion I want to discuss, and that
passion would be one that’s missing from a lot of churches and a lot of
Christians these days: the passion for the unsaved. Do YOU have a
passion for lost souls? Think about it.
Do you have passion for that unsaved next-door neighbor that screeches
across the grass daily, “Your cat mangled my bird feeder again!” (Excuse my
impertinence, I really don’t think cats mangle bird feeders…. Or at least I
hope not). Well, I admit it that was probably a very lame analogy. Let’s try
a harder one. Do you have passion for the souls of those Muslims across the
world who want to kill you because you’re a Christian? (Ohh.. shudder).
Would you have passion for Hitler? What about Darwin, or Marcus Aurelius, or Nero,
Julius Caesar, Mohamed, Osama Bin Laden? (Have you figured out my master
plan yet? I’m testing the history scholars). What about Romans who crucified
Jesus? I’m sure it would be hard to love anyone like that or have a passion
to want them to be saved. No matter how hard it is for you, let's remind
ourselves that Jesus loved them wholeheartedly. In fact, he loved them
enough to die for them. All they had to do was believe in His name. Pretty
powerful, isn’t it?

Well, this means what? It’s simple. It means that we love one another,
Christians and non-Christians our friends and our enemies with the same
unconditional love that Jesus has shown to us.

So how do we start loving the non-believer? Well, first of all, when that
nasty neighbor of yours yells at you about how your cat mangled your bird
feeder you can answer in a sweet voice, “Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. Jones, let me
take care of that right away. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it again.” The
Bible says that “a soft answer turns away wrath,” but should we stop with
that soft word? Is a soft word the only thing we are going to do to show
compassion to our neighbor? Certainly not. You need to find opportunity!
Think about your neighbor being choked by a lake of fire and hopefully that
will motivate you. Share the GOSPEL! While you’re picking up the bird seed
you can start on the parable when Jesus taught about throwing the seed on
the path, the weeds, rocks and good soil and you can start talking about
what Jesus did for you – and for her. There’s opportunity in everything. We
just don’t take it. Because we are just like this world we are lovers or
ourselves, and not other people. We’d rather risk someone else’s life in
eternal punishment than risk ten minutes of embarrassment or feeling
uncomfortable for ourselves! I’m sorry to be so blunt, but it’s true! Its
true in my own life too. People need to realize this. They need to take it
to heart and they need to do something. They need to do something now. What
would happen if your neighbor died the next day from a heart attack and you
had not shared the gospel. How would you feel? Time is running out and we
need to take our opportunity. Now. When we have the change, because we won’t
have it forever. The time ran out for the people I mentioned above Hitler,
Darwin, Marcus Aurelius, Julius Caesar, Mohamed, Osama Bin Laden. Did you
know that once Mohamed went to a church? The usher turned him away at the
door because of who he was. What is wrong with this? What are we turning

Imagine yourself at the day of judgment. What if God showed you every
single person you’ve ever walked by, ever had a conversation with, or ever
known as a friend who is now suffering his wrath and judgment forever. And
you never shared the gospel with them, even though you had gotten a sense
from God. Because you felt embarrassed, because you were uncomfortable.

I know, this is some pretty rough stuff I’m bringing up. I’m not writing
this to those who have shared the gospel to someone over and over, but they
refuse to receive it. You can’t blame yourself for that. God will show them
the truth in His time. I’m writing this for those of you that are afraid.
For those of you that have gone to church every single Sunday of your life
but get swept up with the crowd, with your friends, put on your little act,
and try to impress everyone, while first-time visitors who are hearing the
gospel for the first time are *hurting* and walking right past you! I know
what it's like to go from church to church and I could tell you straight off
that if I was not a Christian, if I was someone broken, if I was someone who
had been through so much in my life that the only thing I could think of to
help me now was go to that unknown place called “church” because I was SO
desperate, I would go one Sunday, and I would probably never go again. Why?
Because people would walk by me, One’s who call themselves “Christians” and
think of themselves as “good people” and look at me as if I came from
Krypton and walk out the doors. If you had heard about how Christians are
supposed to act all your life (although never attended a church) would you,
seeing that, want to be like them?

I’m not making this up. This is how churches are these days. In the six
different churches I have been to recently, there has been only one that has
actually greeted our family with friendship and welcomed us into their arms.
Only one where people have actually talked to us. These are churches! Aren’t
they supposed to be sharing the gospel? Especially to visitors because we
don’t know their state of life, we don’t know their circumstances, we don’t
know whether they’re Christians or not and we don’t know what utter tragedy
finally brought them to actually visit a church. Still, visitors are

So if visitors are ignored in *churches *where there are hundreds of
Christians gathered together, how are non-Christians accepted by us in the
public? They’re just regarded as regular people. We just walk right by
them. Without caring where their eternal destination is. It’s like walking
past that neighbor’s house every day in a week thinking whether or not to share
the gospel, and by the end of the week, she has died of a heart attack. You
missed your chance. Because you were selfish.

How can we change this?

Let’s start with prayer. Prayer for ourselves, for the next generation, for
people to step out and share the gospel! For YOU to step out and share the
gospel. Lets pray that we do not just walk by people on the street, we don’t
talk to non- Christian friends without telling them about what Jesus has
done for them. That our fire for God is SO hot that we want to tell EVERYONE
about Jesus, even that nasty neighbor.

Do not read this and forget it. Do not be a hearer and not a doer the time
to step out and do something is NOW. Because time is ticking and ticking
away. Don’t waste it!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Worth dying for

No matter how many times you've sinned, what you've done wrong, or where you've been. To Jesus, you're worth dying for.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

1 Dress. 100 days. For orphans.

Thank you Miss Elaini for all that you're doing for those sweet orphans!!

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Saturday, September 3, 2011

What are you thinking....?

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Friday, September 2, 2011

Book review

By Hannah Farver

We have all read those books, books that talk about your teenage years, how to use your teenage years, what not to do with your teenage years…..As I talk to more and more teens, I notice that when it comes to the topic of Christian books
written for teenagers, they’ll have some excuses as to why they’d rather not read it, consisting of 'it won't affect me,' or 'they're all the same'. This book is different. Hannah Farver talks about the reality of inner beauty and a heart
claimed by Christ. She puts things in way that I’ve never thought of before, and she redefines concepts, such as purity, in a whole new way. Hannah Farver is a beautiful young woman reflecting God and modeling for us what it is like to have a heart claimed by Christ. Don’t give me the all too familiar line, “It won't affect me”, because this book will affect you. If for nothing else, I thoroughly enjoy reading about other young ladies out there who (like me) strive to grow in
the image of Christ

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