Archive through October 22, 2000

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Vykin

Monday, October 16, 2000 - 06:47 pm Click here to edit this post
Well 10 minutes to chat time Big G, everyone is quiet today all I can think of is:

God's Plan Works - Yours Doesn't

so i guess what will be will be

Vykin

Tuesday, October 17, 2000 - 08:44 pm Click here to edit this post
(walking by take helmet off and walk in, no one talking tonite) psssst Big G? are you there?
(i lower my voice to a whisper)

"I See Dead People"

Xenia

Tuesday, October 17, 2000 - 08:56 pm Click here to edit this post
Only you would have the gull to be so disrespectful in a church, Zeb. The more I read your posts, the more I become convinced the observations I wrote about you in the domestic violence thread were accurate.

Roger_Ramjet

Wednesday, October 18, 2000 - 11:31 pm Click here to edit this post
Vyk, I'm leaving this story here for you. I found it, and thought that this was the most appropriate place for it. I hope you enjoy it.

Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter: Dear Ruth: to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I would like to visit.

Love Always,
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. I don't have anything to offer."

With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She reached for her purse and counted out it's contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A
loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with 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.

"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" My wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.

"Sir, I'd 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 lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."

The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and he headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.

"Sir, wait!"

The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley

"Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."

She handed the man her grocery bag.

"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.

"You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street... without her coat and with nothing to serve
her guest.

"Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her
mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,
Jesus

Moondance

Thursday, October 19, 2000 - 10:49 am Click here to edit this post
Roger :)

Vykin... wanted to try again to catch up to you... just thinking about you & hope you are feeeling better... maybe we will talk later.

Vykin

Thursday, October 19, 2000 - 03:51 pm Click here to edit this post
Roger, you can bring a man to tears

Roger_Ramjet

Thursday, October 19, 2000 - 03:54 pm Click here to edit this post
Ah, then the message was for you, Vyk!

Vykin

Thursday, October 19, 2000 - 11:57 pm Click here to edit this post
Hey Big G, I came to make a promise before you eyes:
"I, vykinakaerdynakatheprezakaopticsakavykin,
(i've come full circle haven't I?), do
hereby promise before your eyes, in
your house, that I will go to bed before
12:30am."
Heymen

Zebulon

Friday, October 20, 2000 - 10:52 am Click here to edit this post
<prays silently>

Zebulon

Friday, October 20, 2000 - 10:55 am Click here to edit this post
One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at her Church.

"Reverend," she said, " I have a problem. My husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing. What should I do? "

"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you. I'll be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a good poke in the leg with the pin."

In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "...And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?"he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones. "Jesus!" cried Mr. Jones as his wife jabbed him in the leg with the hatpin.

"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister.

Soon, Mr. Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards Mrs. Jones. "God!" cried out Mr. Jones as he was stuck again with the hatpin.

"Right again, Mr. Jones," said the minister, smiling and continuing his sermon.

Before long, Mr. Jones dozed off again. However, this time the minister didn't notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to wake her husband again. She was just sticking her husband with the hatpin again when the minister asked,"...And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him his 99th son?"

Mr. Jones shrieked, "You stick that go**amned thing in me one more time and I'll break it off and shove it up your *ss!!!"

Thus ended the sermon...

Roger_Ramjet

Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 02:02 am Click here to edit this post
Vyk--I found this message blowing across the lawn outside. It had your name on it---something about having a kid, so having an understanding of what kids come up with. Arreal, your name was included next to Vyk's.

I hope you don't mind that I left it in here for you.....

from a child's view


LOVE

Since a very long time ago, people have searched for the meaning of love. But even the great philosophers, with their profound definitions, could not fully touch its true essence. In a survey of 4 to 8 year olds, kids share their views on love. But what do little kids know about love? Read on and be surprised that despite their young and innocent minds, kids already have a simple but deep grasp of that four-letter word.

Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way. When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.

When someone loves you, the way she says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth.

If life is an 'A,' love is the whole alphabet.

God could have said magic words to make the nails fall off the cross, but He didn't. That's love.

Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.

Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.

Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at him because you know it would hurt his feelings.

Love is what makes you smile when you're tired. Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is ok.

Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss but they look happy, and sometimes they dance in the kitchen while they're kissing.

Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents for a minute and look around.

If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who hates you.

Love is hugging. Love is kissing. Love is saying no.

When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared she won't love you anymore. But then you get surprised because not only does she still love you, she loves you even more!

There are 2 kinds of love-our love and God's love. But God makes both kinds of them.

Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.

Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they've known each other so well.

Love comes from people's hearts, but God made hearts.

During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.

Love is if you hold hands and sit beside each other in the cafeteria. That means you're in love. Otherwise, you can sit across from each other and just be okay.

My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.

Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.

Don't feel so bad if you don't have a boyfriend. There's lots of stuff you can do without one.

Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.

If you want somebody to love you, then just be yourself. Some people try to act like somebody else, somebody the boy likes better. I think the boy isn't being very good if he does this to you and you should just find a nicer boy.

Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. When you're born and see your mommy for the first time. That's love.

Love is what makes people hide in the dark corners of movie theaters.

Love goes on even when you stop breathing and you pick up where you left off when you reach Heaven.

My enemies taught me how to love.

I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.

You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.

You have to fall in love before you get married. Then when you're married, you just sit around and read books together.

I let my big sister pick on me because my mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.

Love cards like Valentine's cards say stuff on them that we'd like to say ourselves, but we wouldn't be caught dead saying.

When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.

Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.

Love makes you sweat a lot.

You never have to be lonely. There's always somebody to love, even if it's just a squirrel or a kitten.

You can break love, but it won't die.

Roger_Ramjet

Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 02:22 am Click here to edit this post
Vyk---I found thsi on the ground up against the house. There was no names on it..seems like it belongs here for you and the others. Hope it's ok if I leave it for you...

"Keep Your Fork"

There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What's that?" came the pastor's reply. "This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand. The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say.

"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor. The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork'.

It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?'. Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork....the best is yet to come".

The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing, another favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?"

Andover and over he smiled. During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.

So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Roger_Ramjet

Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 02:42 am Click here to edit this post
Vyk---yet another by the hot tub....even though we have differening beliefs, I wonder if the idea is that the issue could be how we act as humans...how we treat each other...that really counts?? I don't know. I do believe this also belongs here...forgive me if I was wrong.

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, 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."

Vykin

Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 11:53 am Click here to edit this post
Gee Roger, both great stories! Not sure what you mean about different beleifs, I believe in God.
Thanks great way to start Saturday.
(Hey Big G give Roger a good day today, he told two great stories)

Roger_Ramjet

Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 11:55 am Click here to edit this post
Hey Vyk--look to see if can see another story--there should be 3??

Himay10ns

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 06:18 am Click here to edit this post
Ahhhhh, it's quiet in here. I'm going to take a quick trip to the outside to attend my own church. I'll pray for those that have left and those that remain. Stay strong....see ya this afternoon.

Luke

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 01:49 pm Click here to edit this post
(tapping the microphone...)

Ahem... Good morning everyone. Welcome to the virtual church of The Game. Our pastor, Father O'Connor, will be presiding today. Let us all join together in song with number six-hundred eighty-two in your hymnals, For the Beauty of the Earth. Please rise!

Luke

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 02:01 pm Click here to edit this post
(sitting at the organ... selecting the registration...

one and two and three and four and....)


"For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
Lord of all, to you we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise."

Vykin

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 02:46 pm Click here to edit this post
Luke, could I request Rock of Ages?

Luke

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 03:07 pm Click here to edit this post
Our brother, Vykin, has requested the beautiful hymn Rock of Ages. Let us all join together in song at number two hundred seventy-three in our hymnlas.


Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in Thee;
let the water and the blood,
from thy riven side which flowed,
be of sin the double cure;
cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill thy law's demands;
could my zeal no respite know,
could my tears forever flow,
all for sin could not atone;
thou must save, and thou alone.

When my pilgrimage I close,
Victor o'er the last of foes,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
and behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in Thee.

Amen.

Moondance

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 03:24 pm Click here to edit this post
That was beautiful... thank you Brother Luke & Vy

I would love to hear "You are the Light of the World"

Vykin

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 03:39 pm Click here to edit this post
I am so overwhelmed with emotion Luke, you did fine by me! Bless you son

Luke

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 03:39 pm Click here to edit this post
THE SENILITY PRAYER

God, grant me the Senility
To forget the people
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune
To run into the ones I do,
And the eyesight
To tell the difference.

Vykin

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 03:45 pm Click here to edit this post
tiptoes back in church takes off
helmet clipart{happy}, goes quietly to the fountain, and tosses some coins in
,
for a new robe for Lukester to match his new organ.

Luke

Sunday, October 22, 2000 - 07:54 pm Click here to edit this post
Okay Heavenly Spirit... I need some help...

on how to deal with Ex's....

So my current roommate is very close with my ex-boyfriend... I walk in tonight, hoping to be able to sit down, pour myself a glass of wine, and log on to chat with my fellow houseguests... Well, i walk in only to realize that there's a dinner party going on, of which I was not advised and to which I was not invited (I'm renting a room out of this guy's house), and lo-and-behold, who is there but my ex-boyfriend and his new... um... boy... buddy... friend...

Ugh... what a drag...

So I'm gonna hang out in here for a while until this dinner party is over with, and then I'm going to have a little chat with my roommate.

Thank God there's a musical instrument in here...

<<starts with some Mozart sonatas on the piano...>>

Aaaaahhhh... I'm feeling better already...