Current mood: Infected
Category: Religion and Philosophy
The Christian Virus-GJCS
I am not a Doctor nor do I play one on television. Although I have seen, Ben Casey, Doctor Kildaire, E.R. a few episodes of Scrubs, and I have stayed in a Holiday Inn Express. I believe with these qualifications I may be able to help you self diagnose this terminal and chronic virus with debilitating effects. I am sorry to report there is no cure. Be sure to jot down some notes as the information I am about to give you is essential to the diagnosis.
Are the songs, How Great Thou Art, The Old Rugged Cross, I Walked Through The Garden Alone or any other Christian Hymns stuck in your head? How about popular Christians Songs? Hmm just as I expected, you have the first symptom. Are you experiencing bouts of laughter, a sense of peace and calm, goofy grin, wide shiny eyes? Uh oh that’s two. Do you have an urge to spend time in Bible study, prayer and meditation? An overwhelming urge to spend time with God? I thought so that’s three. Do you desire time in fellowship with other Christians and spending time ministering to the lost? This is very dangerous as this condition is extremely and I repeat extremely contagious.
Well there are other symptoms but I believe given my vast experience in seeing T.V. Doctors and my night at the Holiday Inn Express I can help you with self-diagnosis. Do you have any of the four symptoms? I have terrible news this is a chronic, untreatable, terminal, extremely contagious virus and you have it. The acronym G.J.C.S. has been assigned in all medical journals to this Syndrome. GJCS is better known and named Grateful Joyful Christian Syndrome. The short name Joy has been affecting Christians for well over 2008 years now.
If you have Joy you probably want to get out to your church and get involved immediately in some sort of Ministry. You will want to share your faith, joy and the Good News of Jesus Christ with all you come in contact with. You will want to attend all the Church Services, Bible Studies, Prayer Groups, Small Groups and fellowships that your Church puts on. Bible study, prayer and meditation are also a must. None of these activities will cure your Joy, but it will give you some of what God will have you do while you are infected. This infection lasts a life time.
The cause of this condition is known. It’s origins date back to the beginning of Time when God created the world. It was exacerbated when Jesus gave His life and was resurrected for the forgiveness of all sin and giving us eternal assurance and life. Apparently with all that love floating around in the air it has gotten into our systems. Once in your heart you will never be the same. Sources tell me that the pure love of God and His Son Jesus Christ are the root causes of Joy, G.J.C.S. Grateful Joyful Christian Syndrome. I am told that the extremeness of the Grace of God is the cause for all this Joy.
If you have it don’t keep it, give it away as soon as possible. There is no totally getting rid of this Joy so just keep going around giving it away to anyone you can find. Infect everyone and tell them all the cause of this virus. Tell them the Good News of Jesus Christ and give them some of your Joy. With millions of us who are infected out there we can probably give enough of this Joy away without losing a drop. Well those are the causes symptoms and treatment for your Joy. All I can say is, do the best you can to spread it.
Joyfully
God Bless
Ken Jones
THS
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Twas the night before Christmas, 2009 I found this in Washington Post today
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
'Twas the night before Christmas, 2009
Monica Crowley
This week, Senate Democrats will give the American people the political equivalent of a fruitcake - something that the giver claims you will love but which no recipient ever really wants.
As the Democratic Grinches get ready to vote on the despised, destructive and chaotic health care bill, they have been trying to dress this fruitcake up with distortions, distractions and a big red bow.
But with more than 60 percent of the American people opposing their incoherent mess, the Democrats are trying desperately to convince us that nothing says "Merry Christmas" like socialized medicine and higher taxes. But unlike other fruitcakes, the health care fruitcake can't be re-gifted to someone else.
The Democrats revel in their Heat Miser politics, oblivious to the reality that they're melting themselves out of majority control. So, in the true spirit of Christmas, let's send them off with a 2009 version of " 'Twas the Night Before Christmas," with my apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the House
Not a Democrat was stirring, not even Nancy Pelosi, the louse.
The health care bill was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Senate Democrats soon would be there.
The American people were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of defeating Obamacare danced in their heads.
But Pelosi in her kerchief, and Harry Reid in his cap,
Hoped their caucus wouldn't bolt home for a long winter's nap.
When out on the Hill there arose such a clatter,
Reid sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his office he flew like a flash,
And threw himself on the bill, which was done slapdash.
All 2,000 pages looked like the new-fallen snow.
"What's really in the bill? No one will ever know!"
When, his wondering eyes filled with mist
At the eye-rolling sight of eight tiny extortionists,
Reid jumped up, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment their payoffs must click.
More rapid than eagles his bribers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Landrieu! Now Lincoln! Now Lieberman and Nelson!
On Dodd! On Feingold! On Sanders and Levin!
Here's your payoff! Now go do the deed!
And vote for this sucker in our hour of need!"
He told them that his back was to the wall,
And he told them, "Now go! And dash away all!"
So back to their states the extortionists flew,
With their hundreds of millions, and other goodies, too.
And then, in a twinkling, Reid heard on the roof
Pollsters showing him the extent of his goof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney President Obama came with a bound.
Having done no heavy lifting, he looked rested and ready
To sign this monstrous bill, even without Teddy.
A bundle of political threats he had flung on his back,
And he looked so smug, the thug, as he opened his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He knew his fellow Dems; he knew how it'd go.
He was thin and skinny, not at all a jolly elf,
And Reid laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon told Reid he had nothing to dread.
Obama spoke not a word, which was unusual for him,
Ready to sign a bill that will make health care more grim.
"Higher premiums! Fewer doctors! Higher taxes and fees!
And this bill's just the beginning - oh, what a tease!"
He sprang to his feet and bid Reid goodbye,
And went back to the White House in the bat of an eye.
But Reid heard him exclaim, and it sounded like a prayer:
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all ruined health care!"
Monica Crowley is a nationally syndicated radio host, a panelist on "The McLaughlin Group" and a Fox News contributor.
'Twas the night before Christmas, 2009
Monica Crowley
This week, Senate Democrats will give the American people the political equivalent of a fruitcake - something that the giver claims you will love but which no recipient ever really wants.
As the Democratic Grinches get ready to vote on the despised, destructive and chaotic health care bill, they have been trying to dress this fruitcake up with distortions, distractions and a big red bow.
But with more than 60 percent of the American people opposing their incoherent mess, the Democrats are trying desperately to convince us that nothing says "Merry Christmas" like socialized medicine and higher taxes. But unlike other fruitcakes, the health care fruitcake can't be re-gifted to someone else.
The Democrats revel in their Heat Miser politics, oblivious to the reality that they're melting themselves out of majority control. So, in the true spirit of Christmas, let's send them off with a 2009 version of " 'Twas the Night Before Christmas," with my apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the House
Not a Democrat was stirring, not even Nancy Pelosi, the louse.
The health care bill was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Senate Democrats soon would be there.
The American people were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of defeating Obamacare danced in their heads.
But Pelosi in her kerchief, and Harry Reid in his cap,
Hoped their caucus wouldn't bolt home for a long winter's nap.
When out on the Hill there arose such a clatter,
Reid sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his office he flew like a flash,
And threw himself on the bill, which was done slapdash.
All 2,000 pages looked like the new-fallen snow.
"What's really in the bill? No one will ever know!"
When, his wondering eyes filled with mist
At the eye-rolling sight of eight tiny extortionists,
Reid jumped up, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment their payoffs must click.
More rapid than eagles his bribers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Landrieu! Now Lincoln! Now Lieberman and Nelson!
On Dodd! On Feingold! On Sanders and Levin!
Here's your payoff! Now go do the deed!
And vote for this sucker in our hour of need!"
He told them that his back was to the wall,
And he told them, "Now go! And dash away all!"
So back to their states the extortionists flew,
With their hundreds of millions, and other goodies, too.
And then, in a twinkling, Reid heard on the roof
Pollsters showing him the extent of his goof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney President Obama came with a bound.
Having done no heavy lifting, he looked rested and ready
To sign this monstrous bill, even without Teddy.
A bundle of political threats he had flung on his back,
And he looked so smug, the thug, as he opened his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He knew his fellow Dems; he knew how it'd go.
He was thin and skinny, not at all a jolly elf,
And Reid laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon told Reid he had nothing to dread.
Obama spoke not a word, which was unusual for him,
Ready to sign a bill that will make health care more grim.
"Higher premiums! Fewer doctors! Higher taxes and fees!
And this bill's just the beginning - oh, what a tease!"
He sprang to his feet and bid Reid goodbye,
And went back to the White House in the bat of an eye.
But Reid heard him exclaim, and it sounded like a prayer:
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all ruined health care!"
Monica Crowley is a nationally syndicated radio host, a panelist on "The McLaughlin Group" and a Fox News contributor.
my soap devotion
S O A P ( it helps keep you clean)
Daily Devotion
S=Scripture: Psalms 121.."I will lift my eyes up to the mountains, from where does my help come from, my help comes from the Lord, who made Heaven and Earth, He will not allow my foot to slip, He who keeps me will not slumber."
O=Observation: The Lord my God never sleeps, His eyes are always watching over me all the time, 24/7. He is my true help, my trust, I can trust Him in all things, because He will never fail me. He protects me from evil, He keeps my soul, He guards me, He loves me sooo much...
A=Application: What this scripture is showing me today, is how much God loves me, every detail, and He is concerned. Today I will put my trust in Him, I will seek him in all situations, He is my help. I will take these words from my head to my heart, and walk in His truth, despite my feeling..to always to continue to look to Him!
P=Prayer: Dear Almighty God, Today be my help. My help with my family, my relationships, my marriage, within my church and all that is going on within the church, unite us Lord, and keep us united not divided, Today I choose to trust You for my future, even when the economy screams fear..I put my trust in You, and not the economy, for You have always provided. Thankyou Lord, for always being my hope, and my help, and my keeper and my shade. I pray for Your protection today..for all my loved ones, friends and family. In Jesus Precious Name. Your Princess Warrior,
Teri
Daily Devotion
S=Scripture: Psalms 121.."I will lift my eyes up to the mountains, from where does my help come from, my help comes from the Lord, who made Heaven and Earth, He will not allow my foot to slip, He who keeps me will not slumber."
O=Observation: The Lord my God never sleeps, His eyes are always watching over me all the time, 24/7. He is my true help, my trust, I can trust Him in all things, because He will never fail me. He protects me from evil, He keeps my soul, He guards me, He loves me sooo much...
A=Application: What this scripture is showing me today, is how much God loves me, every detail, and He is concerned. Today I will put my trust in Him, I will seek him in all situations, He is my help. I will take these words from my head to my heart, and walk in His truth, despite my feeling..to always to continue to look to Him!
P=Prayer: Dear Almighty God, Today be my help. My help with my family, my relationships, my marriage, within my church and all that is going on within the church, unite us Lord, and keep us united not divided, Today I choose to trust You for my future, even when the economy screams fear..I put my trust in You, and not the economy, for You have always provided. Thankyou Lord, for always being my hope, and my help, and my keeper and my shade. I pray for Your protection today..for all my loved ones, friends and family. In Jesus Precious Name. Your Princess Warrior,
Teri
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