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	<description>Stories That Inspire..Tales of the Sea</description>
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		<title>Frog Seduction, A Would Be Prince..An Ornery Old Lady!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[An 80 year-old woman was walking down the main street in her hometown one evening when she heard a low voice say, &#8220;Hey lady.&#8221; She looked around to see who was talking but upon seeing nobody there she shrugged it all off and continued walking. Before she got another five feet, she heard the same [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">An 80 year-old woman was walking down the main street in her hometown one evening when she heard a low voice say, &#8220;Hey lady.&#8221; She looked around to see who was talking but upon seeing nobody there she shrugged it all off and continued walking. Before she got another five feet, she heard the same voice, only a little louder, say, &#8220;Hey lady!&#8221;</p>
<p>She once again looked around and didn’t see anybody, but when she went to walk again she saw a frog sitting at her feet looking at her. The frog then opened his mouth and said, &#8220;Could you please help me?&#8221; The elderly woman was shocked at first but picked up the little frog and asked him what he needed. The frog proceeded to tell the woman that he was actually a handsome young prince that had been turned into a frog. All the lady had to do was to kiss the frog on the lips and he would turn back into a handsome prince, and would then be eternally grateful to the woman.</p>
<p>Well, the woman thought for a moment and then quietly slipped the frog into her purse. As she was walking away, she quietly muttered, &#8220;At my age I’ll have more fun with a talking frog.&#8221; </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">There is definitely a &#8220;moral&#8221; to this story..feel free to write the climatic conclusion!</span></p>
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		<title>Mothers Day, Whose Side Is God On?</title>
		<link>http://www.captainhawk.org/blog/?p=302</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 06:30:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A clergyman from New York, during a call on President Lincoln at the White House, said: &#8220;I have not come to ask any favors of you, Mr. President; I have only come to say that the loyal people of the North are sustaining you and will continue to do so. We are giving you all [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">A clergyman from New York, during a call on President Lincoln at the White House, said: &#8220;I have not come to ask any favors of you, Mr. President; I have only come to say that the loyal people of the North are sustaining you and will continue to do so. We are giving you all that we have, the lives of our sons as well as our confidence and our prayers. You must know that no boy’s father or mother ever kneels in prayer these days without asking God to give you strength and wisdom.&#8221;</p>
<p>His eyes brimming with tears, Mr. Lincoln replied: &#8220;But for those prayers, I should have faltered and perhaps failed long ago. Tell every father and mother you know to keep on praying, and I will keep on fighting, for I know God is on our side.&#8221;</p>
<p>As the clergyman started to leave the room, Mr. Lincoln held him by the hands and said: &#8220;I suppose I may consider this as sort of a pastoral call?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; replied the clergyman.</p>
<p>&#8220;Out in our country,&#8221; replied Lincoln, &#8220;when a parson makes a pastoral call, it was always the custom for the folks to ask him to lead in prayer, and I should like to ask you to pray with me today. Pray that I may have the strength and the wisdom.&#8221;</p>
<p>The two men knelt side by side, and the clergyman offered the most fervent plea to Almighty God that ever fell from his lips. As they arose, the President clasped his visitor’s hand and remarked in a satisfied sort of way: &#8220;I feel better.&#8221;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I wonder..could it be said today that God stands with us AND is on our side?</span></p>
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		<title>The Snake Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 19:23:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, 
grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here&#8217;s why.A couple in  Sweetwater,  Texas, had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.It turned out that a little green garden [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here&#8217;s why.</span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">A couple in  Sweetwater,  Texas, had a lot of potted plants. During a recent </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">possible freeze.</span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">sofa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>She let out a very loud scream.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the snake had </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">lie still and called an ambulance. The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That&#8217;s when the </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">newspaper and began poking under the couch.. Soon he decided it was gone and </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">The neighbor&#8217;s wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">saw her husband&#8217;s mouth on the woman&#8217;s mouth and slammed her husband in the back </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">to a point where it needed stitches.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">pouring it down the man&#8217;s throat. By now, the police had arrived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">broke, it started a fire in the drapes.The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the </span></span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">parked police car.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced another cold snap. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p>
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		<title>Prison Tales!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 04:03:36 +0000</pubDate>
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In the 4th century AD in Korea a man had two sons. The elder rose to become Chief Justice in the land and the younger became an infamous bandit.The elder brother loved his younger brother but was unable to persuade him to change his ways.
Eventually the younger son was caught and brought before his brother, [...]]]></description>
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<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">In the 4th century AD in Korea a man had two sons. The elder rose to become Chief Justice in the land and the younger became an infamous bandit.The elder brother loved his younger brother but was unable to persuade him to change his ways.</p>
<p>Eventually the younger son was caught and brought before his brother, the Chief Justice. Everyone in the courtroom thought the younger brother would get off because it was well known that the Chief Justice loved his brother. But at then end of the trial, the Chief Justice sentenced his brother to death.</p>
<p>On the day of the execution, the elder brother came to the prison and said to his brother “Let’s swap places”. The younger brother agreed thinking that once they realised that it was the elder brother, the execution would not go forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>He went up on the hill to watch proceedings. His brother was brought out at dawn and to his horror executed.</p>
<p>Filled with remorse, he ran down the hill and told the guard his name and that he was the criminal who should be executed. The guards said to him.“There is no sentence outstanding on anyone with that name” In the same way, Christ has died for our sins so there is no sentence outstanding. All we have to do is to accept his death in our place. </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">AND..</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Do you remember the story about the Allentown guy who survived at least five attempts on his life?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The homicidal attempts were arranged by his dear wife and her lover. She arranged for assailants to beat him over the head with baseball bats. On one occasion she put a tripwire across the basement stairs in their house, hoping that he would trip over it &amp; plummet to his death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Twice she arranged for him to be shot. The first time she drugged his chicken soup so he would sleep soundly and <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>he was shot in the head, but miraculously survived. The second time he was shot in the chest, but only sustained minor injuries. “A great picture of a happy couple.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>But, even more miraculous than his survival was his attitude toward his wife once he found out she was responsible for all of this. A self confessed lady’s man himself, the victim said that he held his wife blameless.</p>
<p>When she was found guilty and sent to prison for arranging for his murder, he took their 4 children and visited her every week - every single week. Then when she was released from prison, she went back to their red brick home to resume her married life with the man she had attempted to murder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>His arm around her, he said, &#8220;We’re more in love now than ever before. I don’t understand why people break up over such silly little things.&#8221; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Right!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Alrighty then..love may be blind but sometimes it’s just downright stupid!</span></p>
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		<title>The Power of Commitment</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 03:15:19 +0000</pubDate>
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As Alexander the Great was carrying his triumphant military campaign towards the East, he had a section of his army approach a strongly fortified, walled city.  Alexander approached the city, demanded to see the king and set out terms for surrender.  The king only laughed: “why should I surrender to you?  You can’t do us [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">As Alexander the Great was carrying his triumphant military campaign towards the East, he had a section of his army approach a strongly fortified, walled city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Alexander approached the city, demanded to see the king and set out terms for surrender.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The king only laughed: “why should I surrender to you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>You can’t do us any harm!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>We can endure any siege.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">In response, Alexander offered to give the king a demonstration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Nearby, within sight of the city walls, was a sheer cliff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>He ordered his men to line up in single file and began to march them toward the precipice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The city’s citizens watched with horrified fascination as the column moved unhesitatingly towards and over the edge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Only after several men had plunged to their death did Alexander order the rest of his men to halt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>He then called his troops back to his side and stood silently facing the city.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">The effect on the citizens was numbing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>From spellbound silence they moved to terror.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>They realized they had no walls thick enough and no resources extensive enough to defend themselves against that kind of loyalty and commitment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Spontaneously they rushed through the gates to surrender themselves to Alexander.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">It is impossible to be sure of the authenticity of this story!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>But there can be no doubt about the power of commitment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>People loyal to a leader or a principle and willing to pay the price required will always overwhelm the weak and timid in their ranks who value comfort and convenience more than a cause.</span></p>
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		<title>Heavenly Breezes..</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 18:43:18 +0000</pubDate>
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A few years ago I conducted a funeral for a dedicated Christian man. His wife approached me and said, “He’s the lucky one—I wish I was going to heaven today. Why couldn’t it have been me?” We don’t usually envy people who’ve died, unless we know where they’re going, and where we’re going. On his [...]]]></description>
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<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">A few years ago I conducted a funeral for a dedicated Christian man. His wife approached me and said, “He’s the lucky one—I wish I was going to heaven today. Why couldn’t it have been me?” We don’t usually envy people who’ve died, unless we know where they’re going, and where we’re going. On his deathbed, a minister told his son, “Don’t worry about me. I’m feeling somewhat better today. But should I slip away while you’re gone, you’ll know where to find me.” Christians never say good-bye for the last time. A minister was visiting an elderly man, who had been a Christian for most of his life. The minister remarked, “Well sir, after keeping the faith for so long, you must feel pretty confident of holding out to the end.” The gentleman replied, “It’s not a matter of me holding out; it’s the Lord holding on to me…and the Bible assures me that I can trust Him for that!” </span></p>
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		<title>Darwins Award Losers!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 04:43:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every year, someone hands out “Darwin Awards” which are bestowed to honor the least evolved among us. Previous news stories that have received their attention have been:  The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting machine. Shortly afterward he submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company (suspecting [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10pt;">Every year, someone hands out “Darwin Awards” which are bestowed to honor the least evolved among us. Previous news stories that have received their attention have been:  The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting machine. Shortly afterward he submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company (suspecting negligence) sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The chef’s claim was approved.  A teenager was in a hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the boy told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.  One Arkansas man apparently desperately wanted some beer. So he decided to throw a cinder block through a liquor store window and grab some booze, and then run for it. What he didn’t realize was that the window was made of plexiglass, and when he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window it bounced back and hit him on the head knocking him unconscious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The whole event was caught on videotape.  But one of the most “memorable” Darwin Awards honored a man from Provo, Utah. A robber pulled his 38 caliber revolver on his victim and pulled the trigger, but it failed to fire. So he peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked! Sometimes people will do the most foolish things. And when they do these foolish things - there is often a price to be paid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Sometimes that price is embarrassment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Sometimes it’s pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>AND … sometimes that price can even be death.  There is no honor in winning a &#8220;biggest loser&#8221; award for stupidity!</span></p>
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		<title>A Man Down on His Luck!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 21:25:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A group of well-intentioned people met to discuss ways and means of helping a friend who had been down on his luck recently. The friend was an extremely proud person who would not accept money.   His friends decided to arrange a bogus raffle. They told him that they would all draw numbered slips of paper [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">A group of well-intentioned people met to discuss ways and means of helping a friend who had been down on his luck recently. The friend was an extremely proud person who would not accept money.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">   </span>His friends decided to arrange a bogus raffle. They told him that they would all draw numbered slips of paper from a hat, and the person who drew the number four would win $200. They didn’t tell him that the number “four&#8221; was on every slip.</p>
<p>After the drawing, each of the conspirators glanced at their slips and crumbled them up in the manner of disappointed losers. Then they waited to hear their friend announce that he had drawn the winning number. But he didn’t say anything. Finally, one member of the group asked him, knowingly, &#8220;What number did you draw?&#8221; He said &#8220;Six and seven-eighths,&#8221; holding up…the hat-size tag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>That is a fairly good example of a man who is really down on his luck. “Tell me that wouldn’t rot your socks!”</span></p>
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		<title>The Professors Dilemma!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 05:42:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Did you hear about the college student who was taking the course in ornithology, which is a study of birds?  This class in ornithology had the reputation of being the most difficult class in the whole curriculum.  The professor was an extremely difficult professor. 
As the course began, the professor announced there would be a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Did you hear about the college student who was taking the course in ornithology, which is a study of birds?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>This class in ornithology had the reputation of being the most difficult class in the whole curriculum.  The professor was an extremely difficult professor. </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">As the course began, the professor announced there would be a test in forty days and it would compose a large portion of the grade. Students had to do well on the test. Everybody studied. They took copious notes. They made sure they understood everything the professor said. On the fortieth day the students filed into the lecture hall with sweaty palms, extremely nervous. On the stage was a table with five cages on it. Each cage had a cover and beneath the cover they could see the feet and spindly legs of a bird.</p>
<p>At the sound of the bell, the professor addressed the students, “Here’s the test. You can see there are five birds and they’re all covered except for their feet and legs. You must tell me the identity of each of these birds by looking only at their feet and legs.” Everyone had studied long and hard, but no one had anticipated such a test. And they were all sweating, trying to remember something that could help them pass the test.<br />
<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Finally, one student stood up and said, “This is ridiculous. This is the craziest test I have every seen and you’re the worst professor in this whole school.” He said, “I quit. I‘m out of here. I’m not going to take this test.” And he turned and walked toward the door. “Just a minute young man.” said the professor. “Who are you? I demand your name right now.” The young man stopped, took a long look at the professor and then pulling up both of his pant legs said, “You tell me.&#8221; </span></p>
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		<title>What Are You Praying For?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 05:27:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A couple of stories today..talk about prayer and motivation, sheesh!
I heard a story of a ship that was sinking in the middle of a storm, and the captain called out to the crew and said, &#8220;Does anyone here know how to pray?&#8221; One man stepped forward and said, &#8220;Yes sir, I know how to pray.&#8221; [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">A couple of stories today..talk about prayer and motivation, sheesh!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I heard a story of a ship that was sinking in the middle of a storm, and the captain called out to the crew and said, &#8220;Does anyone here know how to pray?&#8221; One man stepped forward and said, &#8220;Yes sir, I know how to pray.&#8221; The captain said, &#8220;Wonderful, you pray while the rest of us put on life jackets&#8211;we&#8217;re one short!&#8221;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">An elementary school teacher was lecturing to her class on the dangers of not bundling up properly to face the winter cold. She told them a dramatic story about a naughty little boy who disobeyed his mother and went sledding one afternoon without his mittens, cap, and snow suit. Because of it, he caught pneumonia and died. When she finished her story, one boy raised his hand. &#8220;Mrs. Johnson, may I ask two questions?&#8221; &#8220;Go ahead, Tommy,&#8221; the teacher replied. &#8220;Who has his sled now and could I have it?&#8221;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Dag, I think I know this kid!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>How about you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span></span></span></p>
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