Heavyduty053

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  1. so we can't reply to another members profile or email now
  2. Went to my profile and it said the Adminstrator made it where no one can leave me a message or by email....now I ask you what's up with that....I have never done one thing against anyone or anything on here and I would like for Adam or one of the mods to tell me why it is cut off.
  3. Moose in reply to your message I went to my profile and it said the administrator had cut it off...for what I don't know....I have never done anything wrong on here
  4. My profile says that the Administrator cut off the switch on my profile of anyone that wants to contact me either on here or by email......would you explain this to me when I have never done anything wrong.
  5. Moose how do I send you a message on your profile.
  6. Ruth went to her mailbox as she did everyday and it was the usual stuff Credit card offers, bills and advertisements and the like. But today there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it slowly before opening it and then she looked at it again. There was no stamp, no postmark, no return address only her name and address. She began to read: Dear Ruth: I am going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon, and I'd like to stop by for a visit. And on the next line all it said was.........Love You, Jesus Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special and I don't have anything to offer." With that thought she was silent for a minute and then she remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. Oh! my goodness, I don't have any food to offer him. I will have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner. She reached into her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well! I can get some bread and cold cuts at least". She threw on her coat to ward off the cold wind and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a half pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk.....leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm. A voice rang out from the alley she just passed, "Hey lady can you help us, we are hungry and my wife has only rags against the wind". Ruth looked and the man and woman were dressed in what looked like rags, the man said, "I ain't got no job, ya know and my wife and I have been living out here on the street and its getting cold....will you help us". Ruth looked at both of them, they were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that one or both of them could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. "Sir, I'd really like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself, all I have is a few cold cuts and some bread and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him." Yeah, well okay, I understand....thank you anyway. The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave it tore at her heart. She felt that twinge. Sir wait!' The couple stopped and turned as she ran down to alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food, it will help keep the hunger away and I will figure out something else for guest". "Thank you, thank you very much!" Both of them were so grateful and Ruth could see now that the woman was shivering. She took off her coat and put it around the woman's shoulder's. Then she smiled and walked back to the street. The wind was cold but she now had a warm feeling inside. She gave all that she had to someone who had less. She was beginning to chill by the time she got back to her door and when she reached into her purse for the key, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox by the door. "That's odd, the mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day, she pulled it out and looked at it, again no return address, no postmark only her name. Dear Ruth: It was so good to see you again, you shared food with the hungry couple in the alley and gave her your warm coat.....when you do this for the least of these you have done it for me. Love Always Jesus
  7. Confused are you so am i
  8. Remember the story said, me and Clyde was usually out the door and running by 3:10 after being stuck in class all day we had to get to our evening activities, you know boy stuff. Accept this day Clyde told the teacher he felt sick and wanted to leave an hour before school was out. I wondered why but then I knew, Carmen and her airheaded friends really did a job on him, but it wasn't just him who caught it, it really hurt his feelings even more when they included his dad. Being called away like that to fight in a war really made Clyde lonesome, and when you add the fact that he might get killed and then the Helicopter crash it really hit home........ when Carmen and her airheaded friends started yelling and spitting on him. Then I found out that one of Carmen's friend's had whispered to him that they were going to really get him now over me pushing her down and getting a little dirt on her new jeans. I kinda figured something was going on but this, this was really getting out of hand. Clyde is mad and hurt, I am mad and the teacher doesn't think to much of her remarks either. I was not going to let them do my friend that way, I don't care what it takes. They have went to far and need to be taught a lesson. Usually its boys doing stuff like this, but this is girls, bullying my friend. I took off running until I got to Clyde's house and his mother said he was inside sick, throwing up and I told her what had happened. I could see the fuming in her face, it was bad enough that they said these things against her husband but what they did against her son was not going to slip by unnoticed. She left work early the next day and went to the school about the time school was out and talked with the teacher, then she talked to the principle and the principle called all the girls in and had a good old "Come to Jesus meeting with them". The teacher told the principle about comparing Carmen's clothes to Clyde's with patches and then about them bad mouthing his father while he was serving his country, then about the crash and i think he didn't like it to well. All the girls left the principles office crying and Carmen's mama was telling her she was going to be taught a good lesson over her stupid little acts. You see all this meeting took place as school was ending and the principle's office was right outside our classroom so I got a front row seat on the bench in the hall. The next day Carmen came in wearing blue jeans with patches on them just like ours. She looked like she was gonna have a nervous breakdown. Oh! you could tell she was fuming but her mother made her wear them just to prove a point that she was no better than any one else. Her friends were stunned but yet they got their own punishments. Clyde and me, well we just smiled and went on about our daily routines. No more was ever said about patches or Vietnam or Baby killers from any little airheaded school girls that didn't know what they were talking about. Everything was back to normal at school and in the neighborhood. Course Carmen still has a burr under her saddle about it because her mother made her wear those patches for a month but she wouldn't dare open her mouth. As for me and Clyde we got busy being boys again.
  9. I see you guys want the sequel to the story Cloths not good enough....let me see if I can find it. Thanks for showing an interest in reading the stories it means a lot.
  10. Thanks guy I try to bring thought provoking stories that fit our lifetime. In this world of crazy things a story can sometimes hit homeMany of these rang true for me as well.
  11. One Sunday morning, a pastor came to church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage and set it upon the pulpit. Several people were already eyeing what he was going to do with it and what he was going to use it for and in response the pastor began to speak. I was walking through our little town the other day and I came upon this little boy coming toward me, swinging this bird cage. In it was three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "what you got there?. Oh, just some old birds, and what are you going to do with them the pastor asked. I am gonna take them home and have some fun with them, I am gonna tease them and pull out their feathers a little and make them mad enough to fight. I am gonna have a real good time with them. So the pastor asked, "Well sooner or later you will get tired of them, then what will you do with them. Oh, I got some cats that would love to have them". The pastor was stunned and silent for a moment. How much do you want for them?. Huh? Why do you want these old birds, mister, they are just plain old birds, they don't sing, they sure are not pretty, so what good are they to you. How much the pastor asked again?. The boy silent for a moment then said, "Ten dollars with a grin". The pastor reached into his pocket and pulled 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 street where there's a park with tree's and grass. Setting the cage down, he opened the door and by softly taping the bars persuaded the birds to get out setting them free. He then looked over the congregation, he could tell the people were wondering now just what's this got to do with anything and said, "That is the first part of my sermon now to sum it up with what it means". Now part two....... One day Satan and Jesus was having a conversation just outside the garden. Satan had just came from the Garden of Eden and he was gloating and boasting talking to himself. Yes, sir, I have just teased and caught the world full of people in a trap by making Adam and Eve do wrong. It was so easy, Yep all their children and children's children throughout the ages will do wrong. I will sit on their shoulders and whisper in their ears things they cannot resist doing. Really! Jesus said, "and what are you gonna do with them" Jesus asked?. Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun watching them. I am gonna teach them to marry and beat on one another and to beat their kids, destroy their marriage and end in divorce. The kids will hate their parents, the parents will hate their kids and the family unit will slowly fade away. I am gonna teach them to get drunk, smoke weed, take drugs and curse.... then I am gonna show them how to use guns and bombs and kill one another for kicks. When I get tired of them I will cause them to kill themselves by sinking into deep depressions and thinking they are worthless and no one cares. Jesus just shook his head and asked Satan, "How much you want for them". Satan laughed and said, "Why do you want to pay for these people when their nature will turn against you anyway". They ain't no good and never will be. They'll spit on you, curse your name, beat you bloody and kill you one day, so why do you want them. Again Jesus asked, "How much". Satan thought for a minute then he looked up at Jesus and sneered, If you want these so bad, I want all your tears, and all your blood, I want you to let them beat you before they kill you and all this you want to do for these worthless people who want to follow me. Satan laughed out loud and said, "let it be because I will still get them one day". The pastor picked up the cage, he opened the door, he walked down from the pulpit saying, Jesus has paid the price and opened the door for all of you and it is up to you to find your way out of your cage. Father I said, "Narrow is the way to Heaven and Broad is the way to destruction and many will be on that road". Lord speak to these people, turn their cold hearts around before its to late. Show them a better way to peace and happiness. Take away their hate, bitterness, and senseless actions and make them whole again. In the sweet name of Jesus I pray.....Amen
  12. Growing up in my Grandma's house as a boy was an experience that would shape me for the rest of my life. We were considered poor by most but poor in spirit I was not. I learned so much about life there. I guess when you are hard pressed and things does not come easy or that often you learn more lessons than when everyday everything you want and ask for is given. . My Mom, Dad, Nana, two brothers and I lived in two small buildings with some extra rooms built on as we could. Cramped yes, but that was our way of life, that's what we knew, we were Southern country people and proud of it. I always knew what my next set of clothes looked like because I seen my older brothers wearing them. I always knew what we were going to eat all winter because I helped plant and pull weeds in and around the plants planted in our garden until it was time and we picked what we grew. Still us boys made our fun, we played in the woods, swung from trees, went swimming in the small creek down by the house and we watched after one another. Even though we had so little I can still remember Dad, Mom, and Nana carrying food to neighbors who fell sick. They always shared what we had and always told us that God would bless those who helped others and he did, I seen it many times. Everyone who came by to visit around meal time got a plate of spaghetti, or a mason jar of canned pickles to carry home and enjoy. Mom and Nana were good at canning vegetables for winter eating. We never went hungry, we always had a well balanced meal. Dad raised and killed our own hogs we raised and boy did I love that salted pork for breakfast. Dad made sure all the meat, the Bacon slabs, the slabs of pork chops and hams was hung in the smokehouse and smoked with hickory so long that not one bug would dare get on it. Mom would send Dad out every morning to the smokehouse to carve off what bacon we needed for the meal. We got plenty of eggs from the chickens so really Dad would go to the store just for flour and cornmeal and a few others things and that was it. We sold eggs, watermelons, tomato's for our money. Dad and Mom always felt rich sharing what God blessed us with. I learned early that my greatest joy came from giving than getting. Giving and helping another always gives you that feeling of a spirit closer to Heaven. Dad would read the Bible each night and pray for strength to carry on another day. Sounds like a story from Walton's Mountain doesn't it but its true Sometimes I think the people of this nation needs to step back and reevaluate what is should be most important. Lessons like these cannot be taught out of a text book, they have to be lived. But let me say that along with these lessons, memories were instilled in our mines that will last a lifetime. Dad, Mom and Nana are all gone on to their final resting place but I believe they look down on us boys and smile everyday because we still practice what they taught us. Making sure we help those who need what help we can give when we can and making sure no one we know will go hungry. The riches, the blessings, the gifts, the talents that God has given us. Are we really thankful or do we just go through the motions......we may fool others but we can't fool God.
  13. Can't beat that kind of therapy....sitting, watching the stars with a cold glass of tea.....
  14. I have always loved watching the sunset. I do so every chance I can. There is something about it that stirs my soul. I sit on my back porch and watch as the sky becomes a tapestry of every changing colors. Blue, White, Yellow, Gold, Red, Orange, Pink and Purple all weave together to create something so beautiful and so glorious that it is transcendent. It is one way God is telling us he is settling the earth down for a nights rest. When you look at it for a brief instant it is like you are getting a glimpse of how it was on the very first evening when he create this world we live in. Maybe it is also a glimpse of Heaven. With a loving heart and a grateful spirit you can see it everywhere. It is in a baby's breath, a little girls smile, the wag of a dog's tail welcoming you home after a long day at work or the purr of your cat. They are in an uplifting song that catches you off balance and it sticks in your head and you want to sing it over and over. It is in the first flowers of spring, cool breezes for an instant right in the middle of a hot summer or the beautiful sight of gentle snow flakes falling. t can be felt in a tug of your heart, a gentle touch, a caring kiss, an encouraging word, a loving thought, every prayer offered from a friend, an random act of kindness. All these are THANK YOU'S from God. Anything that brings us closer to love gives us a glimpse of Heaven. Any act that helps another soul brings a smile or a touch of relief over something that has someone worried. It is our duty and a privilege to show kindness to God's children as he shows kindness to us. May all you days be filled with love and joy and may your heart look at these things a rejoice to the fact that the simple things are the most beautiful. It brings joy and peace within. Have a good day.
  15. Seems it doesn't matter who is running govt the middle class and the poor will always get the bottom end of anything....they could solve this whole issue of tax fairness by striking down the one we use now and establishing a Consumption tax then everyone including illegals would pay their fair share. JMO