THE HUT

 The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed fervently for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened everything  was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.

"God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground; it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God. For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive answer for it:

We say: "It's impossible."

God says: "All thing are possible." (Luke 18:27)

We say: "I'm too tired."

God says: "I will give you rest." (Matt 11:28-20)

We say: "Nobody really loves me."

God says: "I love you." (John 3:16 - John 13:34)

We say: "I can't go on."

God says: "My grace is sufficient." (II Cor. 12:9 - Psalm 91:15)

We say: "I can't figure things out."

God says: "I will direct your steps." (Proverbs 3:5-6)

We say: "I can't do it."

God says: "You can do all things." (Phil 4:13)

We say: "It's not worth it."

God says: "It will be worth it." (Romans 8:28)

We say: "I can't forgive myself."

God says: "I forgive you." (I John 1:9 - Romans 8:1)

We say: "I can't manage."

God says: "I will supply all your needs." (Phil 4:19)

We say: "I'm afraid."

God says: "I have not given you a spirit of fear." (II Tim.1:7)

We say: "I'm always worried and frustrated."

God says: "Cast all your cares on ME." (I Peter 5:7)

We say: "I don't have enough faith."

God says: "I've given everyone a measure of faith." (Romans 12:3)

We say: "I'm not smart enough."

God says: "I give you wisdom." (I Cor. 1:30)

We say: "I feel all alone."

God says: "I will never leave you or forsake you." (Heb.13:5)

Consider passing this on...you never know who feels like their hut is burning today!

This is a test of the Emergency Friendship System

...a Friend does most or all of these...
(A)ccepts you as you are
(B)elieves in "you"
(C)alls you just to say "HI"
(D)oesn't give up ! ! on you

(E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts)
(F)orgives your mistakes
(G)ives unconditionally
(H)elps you
(I)nvites you over

(J)ust "be" with you
(K)eeps you close at heart
(L)oves you for who you are
(M)akes a difference in your life

(N)ever Judges
(O)ffer support
(P)icks you up
(Q)uiets your fears
(R)aises your spirits

(S)ays nice things about you
(T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it
(U)nderstands you
(V)alues you

(W)alks beside you
(X)-plains thing you don't understand
(Y)ells when you won't listen and
(Z)aps you back to reality

The Room

The Room

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to
write something for a class. The subject was what
Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his
father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's
the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a
cousin found it While cleaning out the teenager's
locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian Had been
dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted
every piece of His life near them-notes from
classmates and teachers, his homework. Only two
months before, he had handwritten the essay about
encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards
detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it
was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce
Moore realized that Their son had described his view
of heaven. It makes such an impact that People want
to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore
said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after
Memorial Day. He was Driving home from a friend's
house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in
Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He
emerged from the wreck Unharmed but stepped on a
downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung
it among the family portraits in the living room. "I
think God used him to make a point. I think we were
meant to find it and make something out of it, "
Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband
want to share their son's vision of life after
death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven.
I know I'll see him.



Brian's Essay:

The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I
found myself in the room. There were no
distinguishing features except for the one wall
covered with small index card files. They were like
the ones in libraries that list titles by author or
subject in alphabetical order. But these files,
which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly
endless in either direction, had very different
headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch
my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked."
I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I
quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I
recognized the names written on each one. And then
without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This
lifeless room with its small files was a crude
catalog system for my life. Here were written the
actions of my every moment, big and small, in detail
my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and
curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as
I began randomly opening files and exploring their
content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others
a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would
look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one-marked
"Friends I have betrayed," The titles ranged from
the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I have
Read," Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given,"
"Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost
hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at
my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I
Have Done in My Anger"," Things I Have Muttered
Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected.
Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by
the sheer volume of the life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my
years to fill each of these thousands or even
millions of cards? But each card confirmed this
truth.

Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed
with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have
watched," I realized the files grew to contain their
contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of
the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the
quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I
felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file
out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and
drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed
content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had
been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see
these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have
to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file
out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and
began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge
a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a
card, only to find it as strong as steel when I
tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I
returned the file to its slot.

Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a
long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The
title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer,
almost unused. I Pulled on its handle and a small
box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one
hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs
so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach
and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried.
I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of
it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my
tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of
this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But
then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him


No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files
and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to
look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.

Why did He have to read every one? Finally He
turned and looked at me from across the room. He
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a
pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head,
covered my face with my hands and began to cry
again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He
could have said so many things. But He didn't say a
word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of
files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out
a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him.
All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled
the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so
dark, and so alive.

The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with
His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a
sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think
I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but
the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the
last file and walk back to my side. He placed His
hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There
was no lock on its door. There were still cards to
be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens
me,"- Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He
gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel
the same way forward it to as many people as you can
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My
"People I shared the gospel with"file just got
bigger, how about yours?

My daddy's got your back.

GOD BLESS AMERICA"

> >I am a small and precious child,

> >my dads been sent to fight...

> >The only place I'll see his face,

> >is in my dreams at night.

> >He will be gone too many days

> >For my young mind to keep track.

> >I may be sad, but I am proud.

> >My daddy's got your back.

> >

> >I am a caring mother.

> >My son has gone to war...

> >My mind is filled with worries

> >that I have never known before

> >Everyday I try to keep

> >my thoughts from turning black.

> >I may be scared, but I am proud.

> >My son has got your back.

> >

> >I am a strong and loving wife,

> >with a husband soon to go.

> >There are times I'm terrified

> >in a way most never know.

> >I bite my lip, and force a smile

> >as I watch my husband pack...

> >My heart may break, but I am proud.

> >My husbands got your back...

> >

> >I am a soldier... Serving Proudly, standing tall.

> >I fight for freedom, yours and mine by answering this call. I do my

> >job while knowing, the thanks it sometimes lacks. Say a prayer that

> >I'll come home. It's me who's got your back.

> >

> >

> >To any who would protest the war in Iraq, I say follow your own

> >conscience. It is truly only you who knows how you feel. But in doing

> >so I would urge all of you as good, God-fearing, patriotic, AMERICAN

> >citizens to "For Gods Sake" back up and stand by all of the people

> >that are already over there preparing to give their lives for us and

> >our way of life.

> >

> >Let us not have another Vietnam and all the callous hatred that our

> >people had to come home to face.

> >

> >Please mail this to everyone you know regardless of how you feel

> >about Iraq. I would love to have every American citizen stop and

> >think about it and I know of no other way faster than this. SUPPORT

> >OUR TROOPS, THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING WE CAN GIVE THEM!!!!!

Who we are in Christ...

I am Accepted in Christ:

I am God's child (Jn 1:12)
I am God's friend (Jn 15:15)
I have been justified (Rom 5:1)
I am united with the Lord and one with Him in spirit (1 Cor 6:17)
I have been bought with a price; I belong to God (1 Cor 6:20)
I am a member of Christ's Body (1 Cor 12:27)
I am a saint (Eph 1:1)
I have been adopted as God's child (Eph 1:5)
I have been redeemed and forgiven of all my sins (Col 1:14)
I am complete in Christ (Col 2:10)

I am Secure in Christ:

I am free forever from condemnation (Rom 8:1,2)
I am assured that all things work together for good (Rom 8:28)
I am free from any condemning charges against me (Rom 8:33, 34)
I cannot be separated from the love of God (Rom 8:35)
I have been established, anointed and sealed by God (2 Cor 1:21)
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col 3:3)
I am confident that the good work God has begun in me with be perfected (Phil 1:6)
I am a citizen of heaven (Phil 3:20)
I have not been given a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind (2 Tim 1:7)
I can find grace and mercy in time of need (Heb 4:16)
I am born of God and the evil one cannot touch me (1 Jn 5:18)

I am Significant in Christ:

I am the salt and light of the earth (Mat 5:13, 14)
I am a branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (Jn 15:1,5)
I have been chosen ad appointed to bear fruit (Jn 15:16)
I am a personal witness of Christ's (Acts 1:8)
I am God's temple (1 Cor 3:16)
I am a minister of reconciliation (2 Cor 5:17-20)
I am God's co-worker (2 Cor 6:1)
I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realm (Eph 2:6)
I am God's workmanship (Eph 2:10)
I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph 3:12)
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil 4:13)

FOOTPRINTS...A New Version

Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together.

For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily,

consistently, rarely varying the

pace. But your footprints are a

disorganized stream of zigzags,

starts, stops, turnarounds,

circles, departures, and returns.

For much of the way, it seems

to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line

with the Lord's, soon parallelingHis consistently.

You and Jesus are walking as true friends!

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your

footprints that once etched the

 sand next to Jesus' are now

walking precisely in His steps.

Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones,

you and Jesus are becoming one.

This goes on for many miles, but

gradually you notice another

change. The footprints  inside the

large footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually they disappear

altogether. There is

only one set of footprints they

have become one.

This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of

footprints is back. This time it

seems even worse! Zigzags all

over the place. Stops. Starts.

Gashes in the sand. A variable

 mess of prints. You are amazed and shocked.

Your dream ends. Now you pray:

"Lord, I understand the first scene,

 with zigzags and fits. I was

a new Christian; I was just learning. 

 But You walked on through the

storm and helped me learn to walk

 with You."

"That is correct."

"And when the smaller footprints

 were inside of Yours, I was

actually learning to walk in Your

steps, following You very closely."

"Very good. You have understood everything so far."

When the smaller footprints grew

and filled in Yours, I suppose

that I was becoming like You in

every way."

"Precisely."

"So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints

separated, and this time it was

worse than at first."

There is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice.

"You didn't know?  It was then

that we danced!"

To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under

heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh, A time to mourn, and a

time to dance.

Ecclesiastes 3:1,4.

Annoyances...?

Take a minute to let this one sink in. It's worth the read.

Next time your morning seems to be going wrong and the children are
slow getting dressed and you can't seem to find the car keys and you
hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated;praise God
instead because God is at work watching over you.
After Sept. 11 ... I happened to call a man on business that I
didn't know and have not, nor will ever, talk to again. But this day, he
felt
like talking. He was head of security of a company that had invited
the remaining members of a company who had been decimated by the attack
on the Twin Towers
to share their office space. With his voice full of awe he told me
Stories of why these people were alive and their counterparts were dead
....and all
the stories were just 'little' things.

As you might know, the head of the company got in late that day
because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an
auto accident.

One missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.

One's car wouldn't start.

One went back to answer the telephone.

One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he
should have.

One couldn't get a taxi.

There were other stories that I hope and pray will someday be
gathered and put in a book.

The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes
that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he
got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore
to buy a
Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.

Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to
answer a ringing telephone .... all the little things that annoy me
..I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this
very moment.

May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things
and may you remember their possible purpose.

Pass this on to someone else, if you'd like. There is NO LUCK
attached.
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