Grac*e-mail for 04/26/10 got grace?

Grac*e-mail for 04/26/10
got grace?

Been preaching on peace lately… do you have the kind of peace that lasts from the morning until the night?

Phil 4:4-7
 Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice!
 Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand.
 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
NKJV

John()_:-) Every time you see this angel, remember that God loves you!
johnlynnbright@gmail.com

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God's Promise to You

It's amazing what you can find on the internet!  The average watch has approximately 115 parts.  The average car - 14,000 parts.  A Boeing 747 jet - over 6 million parts.

Now compare that with a new born baby - about 2 trillion cells.  It starts with only 2 and goes to 2 trillion in nine months.  Only God can do that!

Ps 139:13-16

13 For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother's womb.
14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
NKJV

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It has been a while since I sent out any puns.  If you were on this list for years, you know how much I loved "The Punny Corner"…

The circus had to renew their insurance policy. They were in a hurry, so the insurance company issued a three ring binder.

I can't recall the last time I did any running, but I've been jogging my memory.

Surprisingly, Julius Caesar preferred ranch.

 The golfer guessed that his ball landed 20 feet off the fairway. Of course, that was just a rough estimate.

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Got this link from Ray Murphy… (btw - the beginning was so good I had to include it!)

This was sent to me - I listened - now I'm sending it to you - hope you listen and send it on to others. If you don't listen or send it to others, nothing will happen - you won't grow warts on your nose nor will anything bad happen because you didn't. It your choice - send  or delete.

http://www.greatdanepro.com/Pray%20For%20America/index.htm

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Got this from Mark Gibson…
GOING HOME
Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: "Fasten your seat belts." Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."
The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The sweet child replied, "Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home."
Author Unknown
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That story reminds me of part of John Wesley's life…
In late 1735, a ship made its way to the New World from England. On board was a young Anglican minister, John Wesley, who had been invited to serve as a pastor to British colonists in Savannah, Georgia. When the weather went sour, the ship found itself in serious trouble. Wesley, also chaplain of the vessel, feared for his life.
But he noticed that the group of German Moravians, who were on their way to preach to American Indians, were not afraid at all. In fact, throughout the storm, they sang calmly. When the trip ended, he asked the Moravian leader about his serenity, and the Moravian responded with a question: Did he, Wesley, have faith in Christ? Wesley said he did, but later reflected, "I fear they were vain words."
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Got this from the "Pearls" mailing list.  To receive, just sent Larry Burrows a request at larryb1939@sbcglobal.net

Breathed longings of wonder and adoration seem always underneath and in the background of everything -- a little like a tune that we suddenly realize we have been humming all day long.          --Richard J. Foster

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Some funnies…

Toddler's Creed

If I want it, it's mine.
If I give it to you and change my mind later, it's mine.
If I can take it away from you, it's mine.
If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
If it's mine, it will never belong to anyone else, no matter what.
If we are building something together; all the pieces are mine.
If it looks just like mine, it is mine.

AND

Computer Technology for Countryfolk

Log On -- make'n the stove hotter
Log Off -- Coolin' 'er down
Monitor -- Keepin' an eye on 'er
Download -- Gitten the farwood off'n the truck
Mega hertz -- When yer not keerfull gitten the farwood
Floppy Disk -- Whutcha git from tryin ta tote too much farwood
Ram -- that thar thang what splits farwood
Hard Drive -- Gitten home in the winter time
Windows -- Whut ta shut when it's cold outside
Screen -- Whut ta shut when it's blackfly season
Byte ~ Whut dem flys do
Chip -- Munchies fer the TV
Microchip -- Whut's in the bottom of the munchie bag
Modem -- Whutcha do ta the hayfields
Laptop -- whar the kitty naps
Keyboard -- where ya hang the truck keys
Software -- them thar plastic forks n' knives
Mouse -- Whut eats the grain in the barn
Mousepad -- Thats jes hippie talk fer where the mouse lives
Mainframe -- holds up the barn roof
Click -- Whut ya hear when ya cock yer gun
Double-Click -- whut ya hear when ya REALLY mean business
Reboot -- Whut ya have ta do right before bedtime when ya have ta go ta
the outhouse

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Grace & peace -
John A. Bright
Pastor, Walmsley Boulevard UMC in Richmond, Virginia
johnlynnbright@gmail.com
"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change..."