Email forwards that are actually good
Here are two of the best email forwards I’ve received lately (I guess forwards are still in circulation?) I promise that nothing bad will happen to you on account of not passing these on.
Good news is that I truly outdid myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after 2 days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down:
First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost got wrecked when they drove by.
Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder, almost killed herself putting it against my house, and didn’t realize he was fake until she climbed to the top. She was not happy! By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn’t take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up into my yard.
(ht: Chad H.)
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I am thankful:
For the wife
Who says it’s hot dogs tonight,
Because she is home with me,
And not out with someone else.
For the husband
Who is on the sofa
Being a couch potato,
Because he is home with me
And not out at the bars.
For the teenager
Who is complaining about doing dishes
Because it means she is at home,
Not on the streets.
For the taxes I pay
Because it means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party
Because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug
Because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work
Because it means I am out in the sunshine
For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing
Because it means I have a home
For all the complaining
I hear about the government
Because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
Because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill
Because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church who sings off key
Because it means I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing
Because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles
At the end of the day
Because it means I have been capable of working hard
For the alarm that goes off
In the early morning hours
Because it means I am alive.
And I am thankful:
For the crazy people I hang with
Because they make it fun and interesting to be alive.
And finally, for too much e-mail
Because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
(ht: Brian M.)
She wanted a pair of shoes
I recently saw this on the blog of a guy named Brad Ruggles. It is a quote from a book titled “The Holy Wild” by Mark Buchanon. I thought it was worth reposting here. Here is the quote:
“Oh, brothers and sisters, I love Jesus so much,” she said.
“Tell us, sister! Tell us!” the Ugandans shouted back.
“Oh, I love Him so much, I don’t know where to begin. He is so good to me. Where do I begin to tell you how good He is to me?”
“Begin there, sister! Begin right there!”
“Oh,” she said, “He is so good. I praise Him all the time for how good He is. For three months, I prayed to Him for shoes, And look!” And with that the woman cocked up her leg so that we could see one foot. One very ordinary shoe covered it, “He gave me shoes.”
The Ugandans went wild. They clapped, they cheered, they whistled, they yelled.
But not me. I was devastated. I sat there broken and grieving. In an instant, God snapped me out of my self-pity and plunged me into repentance. In all my life, I had not once prayed for shoes. It never even crossed my mind. And in all my life, I had not even once thanked God for the many, many shoes I had.
