Archives for July 2010
Back from Dallas CUP with Dewey KKIM/KARS DDC
Dewey,
Please ask your listeners to keep Pastor Vic and True Life Fellowship in prayer. We are experiencing trouble from some community members who do not want our little ministry in their community,despite the fact that we are protected by the first and fourteenth amendments. They are making as much trouble for us as they possibly can daily. I encourage KKIM listeners to take a stand and pray for this issue that God will show himself mighty and defend our ministry. We know that when we serve the Lord there will be persecution. An attack on one Christian leads to persecution of all Christians something we see more and more of in the USA and will continue to see this issue intensify. We must stand together & use the most powerful weapon we have, that is PRAYER. In His Grace, True Life Fellowship Let us pray for Pastor Vic and his lovely wife Barbara and all the folks at True Life fellowship. Pastor Vic is on KKIM Sundays at 8am. Let us pray for a covering of protection from our Lord.
Sharon wants to share this story with us all…….as Frank Haley says….For God’s Glory Alone!
>YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
>Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on
>ground. The man slowly looked up. > >This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her >coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. > >His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so >many others had done before.. “Leave me alone,” he growled…. > >To his amazement, the woman continued standing. > >She was smiling — her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. >”Are you hungry?” she asked. > >”No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with >the president. Now go away.” > >The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a >gentle hand under his arm. > >”What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone. > >Just then a policeman came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” he asked.. > >”No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to >get this man to his feet. Will you help me?” > >The officer scratched his head. “That’s old Jack. He’s been a >fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?” > >”See that cafeteria over there?” she asked. “I’m going to get him >something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.” > >”Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to >go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift >him up. “Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything.” >”This is a good deal for you, Jack” the officer answered. “Don’t blow it…” > >Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer >got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote >corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast >crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived… > >The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his >table. “What’s going on here, officer?” he asked. “What is all >this, is this man in trouble?” > >”This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the policeman answered. > >”Not in here!” the manager replied angrily. “Having a person like >that here is bad for business…” > >Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if >you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.” > >The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled…. “Sir, are >you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?” > >”Of course I am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their >weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.” > >”And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these >weekly meetings?” > >”What business is that of yours?” > >I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.” > >”Oh.” > >The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a >difference.” She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. >”Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?” > >”No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.” > >”Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?” > “Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.” > >The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, “I’ll get your coffee for >you right away, officer.” > >The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his >place,” he said. > >”That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.” > >She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She >stared at him intently.. “Jack, do you remember me?” > >Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so >– I mean you do look familiar.” > >”I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I’ve even filled out >more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came >through that very door, cold and hungry.” > >”Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that >such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry. > >”I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the >city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was >down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I >walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and >nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance >that I could get something to eat.” > >Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said… “I was >behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could >work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.” > >”I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast >beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and >told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid >that you would get into trouble… Then, when I looked over and saw >you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that >everything would be all right.” > >”So you started your own business?” Old Jack said. > >”I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I >started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered.” She >opened her purse and pulled out a business card.. “When you are >finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons…He’s the >personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m >certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.” She >smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little >advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live >until you get on your feet… If you ever need anything, my door is >always opened to you.” > >There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you?” he said. >”Don’t thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank >Jesus…. He led me to you.” > >Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the >entrance before going their separate ways…. > >”Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said. > >”On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a >miracle today, something that I will never forget. And…And thank >you for the coffee.” > >If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing. > >If you have missed some of my emails, you might have missed a laugh… > >But, if you have missed knowing my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, >you have missed everything in the world. > >Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You always and don’t forget that >when you “cast your bread upon the waters,” you never know how it >will be returned to you… >God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so >small He can curl up inside your heart… > >When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go. >Only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He’ll catch you when you >fall, or He’ll teach you how to fly! |
Quick Cup of Magdalena KKIM/KARS DDC
How old is Grandpa???
Stay with this — the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.
One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the
shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.
The Grandfather replied, “Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
‘ television
‘ penicillin
‘ polio shots
‘ frozen foods
‘ Xerox
‘ contact lenses
‘ Frisbees and
‘ the pill
There were no:
‘ credit cards
‘ laser beams or
‘ ball-point pens
Man had not invented:
‘ pantyhose
‘ air conditioners
‘ dishwashers
‘ clothes dryers
‘ and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
‘ man hadn’t yet walked on the moon
Your Grandmother and I got married first, . . . and then lived together.
Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, “Sir”.
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.”
We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.
And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘ on it, it was junk
The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things f or 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In my day:
‘ “grass” was mowed,
‘ “coke” was a cold drink,
‘ ; “pot” was something your mother cooked in and
‘ “rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby.
‘ “Aids” were helpers in the Principals office,
‘ ” chip” meant a piece of wood,
‘ “hardware” was found in a hardware store and
‘ “software” wasn’t even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap… and how old do you think I am?
I bet you have this old man in mind…you are in for a shock!
Read on to see — pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.
Are you ready ?????
and I’m 54!
Let us pray……
Lord, Thank you so much for your blessings…..Lord thank you for the time yesterday in Magdalena, thank you for the life of Charlie Hickman, Let us all prepare for heaven the way Charlie did……We pray for brother Daryl and all those hurting…….I thank you Lord for the body of Christ! Thank you Lord for paving the way for the trip to Dallas…….as You go before us! In the name of Jesus, AMEN!
In the Love of Christ, Dewey Sharon and family
This man would be only 59 years old
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