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Love people so much that you will do all that you can to lessen their human
sorrows. Lord, You have shown Your love for me. May I now radiate
Your presence to others.


Scripture for the day:

"A lawyer, asked Jesus a question to test him. 'Teacher, which commandment
in the law is the greatest?' He said to him, 'You shall love the Lord your
God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.'
This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: 'You
shall love your neighbor as yourself.' On these two commandments hang all
the law and the prophets." ~Matthew 22:35-40

Meditation for the day:

God has a plan for the world we live in. God's design for the world is a
universal fellowship of men and women, guided by God. The plan for our
lives is also in the mind of God. In times of quiet meditation we can seek
God's guidance, for the revealing of God's plan for our day. Then we can
live this day according to God's guidance. Many of us are not making of our
lives what God means them to be, and so we are unhappy. We can miss the
God's plan for our lives.

Prayer for the day:

I pray that I may try to follow God's design for today. I pray that I may
live my life today consistent with God's plan.

Greetings my friends! What a nice blessing of a day today and tonight! Lori
picked me up and we had lunch with Linus at his lunch hour - that was nice
to all be together for an hour! I called my sister, Deil, and got an email
from Sister LaDonna, and remember that picture of Mary that Joe took? I
should have that scanned by Monday. Deil was Joe's Godmother, and she got
the picture mailed to her and she got to show it to her friends and her
priest. I just would love to have it scanned and emailed to me so I can
send it to my friends and cousins too. Joe's oldest sister will do that for
me, I talked to her today. Then Linus wanted to go to our fav restaurant
again tonight - haven't been there in a long time, so he made the
reservation and we went - had a nice visit with Jim again and guess what?
His son, who was in that terrible accident I wrote about here and asked
prayers for, is back to work two days now. He looks good, his foot is still
in a cast but he hopes he'll get rid of that in a few days. He has a limp,
but maybe that will go away too. It was so nice to see him again. Remember
he's the one who rolled over and out of sight but his hand was out holding a
flashlight which he never even had, but some Angel must have put it there
so he could be found! He is lucky to be alive!! So is Michael! Even if
that seatbelt did a number on him bruising his liver etc. and maybe some
more, he's alive and will recover and will get married in June! I haven't
heard anything new today.


Hoping to see you here - if you haven't posted here yet, now's your chance
to do it!

Sharing this with you - a story you may like to read:

A Girl With An Apple

(This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman
Rosenblat.
He was Bar Mitzvahed at age 75)

August 1942. Piotrkow , Poland .

The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women
and
children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square.

Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently
died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My
greatest
fear was that our family would be separated.

'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell
them
your age. Say you're sixteen..

'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be
deemed
valuable as a worker.

An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked
me
up and down, and then asked my age.

'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and
other
healthy young men already stood.

My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and
elderly people.

I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?'

He didn't answer.

I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her.

'No, 'she said sternly.

'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.'

She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting
me.
She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the
last I
ever saw of her.

My brothers and I were t ransported in a cattle car to Germany .

We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and
were
led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and
identification numbers.

'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'

I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a
hand-cranked
elevator.

I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number.

Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald 's
sub-camps
near Berlin .

One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.

'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.'

Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.

But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger.
And fea r.

A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks,
near
the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.

On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light,
almost
luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.

I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in
German. 'Do
you have something to eat?'

She didn't understand.

I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She
stepped
forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the
girl
looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life.

She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence.

I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I hear d her say faintly,
'I'll see you
tomorrow.'

I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day She was
always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet,
an
apple.

We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both.

I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she
understood
Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me?

Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence
gave me
some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.

Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car
and
shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia .

'Don't return,' I told the girl th at day . 'We're leaving.'

I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye
to the
little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.

We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and
Allied
forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.

On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM.

In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed
ready
to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over.

I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.

But at 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running
every which way through camp.. I caught up with my brothers.

Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was <
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running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived;

I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key
to my
survival.

In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my
life,
had given me hope in a place where there was none.

My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.

Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish
charity,
put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and
trained in
electronics. Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already
moved. I
served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York
City
after two years.

By August 1957 I 'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to
settle in.

One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me

'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'

A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me.

But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to
pick
up his date and her friend Roma.

I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a
Bronx
hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls
and
green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.

The four of us drove out to Coney Island . Roma was easy to talk to, easy to
be with..

Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!

We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the
boardwalk,
enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I
couldn't
remember having a better time.

We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat.

As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been
left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she
asked
softly, 'during the war?'

'The camps,' I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable
loss. I had
tried to forget. But you can never forget.

She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin
,' she
told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.'

I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And
yet
here we were both survivors, in a new world.
< BR>'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there
and I
would throw him apples every day.'

What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he
look like? I asked.

'He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day for six
months.'

My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it.

This couldn't be.

'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?'

Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes!'

'That was me!'

I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't
believe it!
My angel.

'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that
blind
date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.

'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat
dinner
the following week.

There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most
important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many
months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given
me
hope Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.

That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of
marriage, two
children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go

Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach , Florida

This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.

God bless you all!

Mother Teresa Said...
Christ must be the light that shines through you, and the people looking at
you must see only Jesus.

To Whom It May Concern:

I heard you were considering a new manager in your
life. I would like to apply for the job. I believe I am the most
qualified candidate. I am the only one that has even done
this job successfully.

I was the first manager of human beings. In fact I
made them, so naturally I know how humanity
works, and what is best to get people back into proper
working condition. It will be like having the
manufacturer as your personal mechanic.
If this is your first time considering me, I would
just like to point out hat my salary has already been
paid by the blood of my son, Jesus on
the cross of Calvary. What I need from you is the
acknowledgment that the price is sufficient to pay
for all of your sin and your independence from Me.
I need you to believe this in your heart and to
tell somebody else about your decision with your
mouth.

The next thing I ask is the right to change and fix
your life so you can learn how to stay close to Me.
I will make some major changes and pevisions.
They are not for you to worry about. I need your
permission to execute these changes, My way and in My time.
I will change your desires and give you the strength to make the
changes.

Please keep your hands out of the way. Don't try to
help me and Don't resist me. I really do need your full
commitment and cooperation. If you give me those,
the process can go smoothly, without delays.

Yours Sincerely,
GOD

P.S. I created the heavens and the earth. I AM ...
BELOW IS MY RESUME...
GOD
Everywhere
All over, Every Place 00000
Phone: (123) 456-PRAY

EXPERIENCE
From the beginning of time. Before the beginning of time. From
everlasting to everlasting. I made time.


ABILITY
All Powerful


PRIOR EMPLOYMENT
*Created the universe, put the galaxies in place, formed man.
*Established heaven and earth by My spoken Word and am currently holding up
the world by My power.


EDUCATION AND TRAINING
*I AM and I have all knowledge.

CHARACTER REFERENCE
Love, light, and life (1John 4:16, 1John 1:5, John
14:6). A representative, but by no means conclusive list of
other character traits follows:

*Wisdom - James 1:5
*Comfort - 2 Corinthians 1:3
*Truth - John 8:32
*Healer - 1 Peter 2:24
*Strength - Phil. 4:13
*Forgiveness - 1John 1:9
*Provider -Phil. 4:19
*Mercy - Ephesians 2:24
*Good - Matt. 19:17
*Peace - Romans 14:17

AVAILABILITY
*Willing and ready to take over your life.
*Able to put your life together again.
*Will bring all of who I AM into your life.
*Can start now.
*Will transform your life if you let Me.

SALARY REQUIREMENT
*Work in your life has already been paid for
through the blood of My Son, Jesus.
*Your only responsibility is to commit initially and
on a daily basis.
*To trust and obey what Jesus has done and wants to
do in your life.

Other references available upon request.

A GLASS OF MILK

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way
through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his
nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked
for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large
glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to
accept pay for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart." As
Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his
faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were
baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in
specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for
the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a
strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of
the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see
her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room
determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special
attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly
requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He
looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to
her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of
her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her
attention on the side of the bill. She read these words... "Paid in full
with one glass of milk" Signed: Dr. Howard Kelly. Tears of joy flooded her
eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread
abroad through human hearts and hands.”

With that I'll close and wish you all a very blessed Sunday! May your
Church service fulfill you!