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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Jul 2, 2002 20:48:41 GMT -5
^^^ Thanx Larigirl..I think I'm gonna have someone withh me so it'll be a lil better. I'm excited! Yay!
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Post by Toxic-Avenger on Jul 5, 2002 12:03:22 GMT -5
Sidekick, it sounds like you've been through alot, I've come across some of your posts. If I could hug you I would. This'll have to do. ((((((Sidekick007))))) !
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Post by x n0ise on Jul 5, 2002 12:21:01 GMT -5
I get to go to Church Camp this coming Monday through Friday. So I won't be here that whole week. I am so excited! I can't wait. I hope God does awesome things in my life as well as my friends who are going along with me. I'm looking forward to this so much.
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Just thought I'd share!
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Jul 5, 2002 23:37:36 GMT -5
Thankyou Toxic.... (((((HUGS))))))
Fruitness that sounds fun! I get to go to two church camps this summer! Plus VBS...Its alot of fun. I love church camps...I'm so excited to go to mine! (Ones at the end of this month and ones in August) Have fun!
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Post by horsesalltheway on Jul 11, 2002 16:27:10 GMT -5
Can everyone please pray for sidekick007's dad? He has a tumor... Please pray that it isn't cancerous and that he can get it removed... The more prayers, the better.
Nic
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Post by Larigirl on Jul 12, 2002 19:41:32 GMT -5
^^ will do....
hey guys, i just got back from church camp. God did amazing things in my heart. He's so awesome.... going to camp gave me the kick start i needed to get my life back on track and to get closer to God. it was awesome. i hope God blesses you guys at your camps as well!
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Post by Toxic-Avenger on Jul 19, 2002 11:17:22 GMT -5
I have a buddy that went on a mission trip to Alaska. Someday I'm going to do that. Mexico in November for me.
Here's another email.
HE'S AN AWESOME GOD!
One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.
As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mention- ing the hot water bottle.
The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. l felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.
Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be?
I grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of, the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by myformer Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God'sprompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before-in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."
"Before they call, I will answer!" Is 65:24
Live as if Christ died yesterday, arose this morning, and is coming back tomorrow.
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Jul 19, 2002 12:36:56 GMT -5
Thanx Nic for mentioning my dad..it means alot. My dad still hasnt talked to the surgin...so we dont know yet... but thanx for the prayers. Lari girl-thats awesome that you feel closer to God now... He's truely blessed some people to give us the oppertunity to have such camps. I'm going to one a week from this sunday! I'm so excited! Toxic-that email was soo awesome! It shows how awesome God really is. Anywhoo about that bible school camp...I found out I cant work at it because I'm going to be at church camp... But I figure there's always next summer right?!
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Post by x n0ise on Jul 19, 2002 23:01:34 GMT -5
I'm back from Church Camp. It was so unbelieveably awesome. I made so many new friends. It's good to have other Christian friends you can talk with about God and other religious issues. God has touched my life in so many ways. He gave me the jump-start on life that I've needed for so long now. It's great. I'm so motivated now...to read the bible, to tell others...I'm always wanting more and more and more. It's awesome...like nothing else I've ever experienced. I can't wait for camp again next year...or Youth Convention this coming fall! .Haley. PS: And I'll keep SideKicks dad in my prayers.
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Jul 20, 2002 22:13:31 GMT -5
Thats awesome Haley. I love church camp..its the best... This year I get to go to two! Woohoo! One is in 8 days! *does a lil dance and sings "I'M SO EXCITED, I JUST CANT HIDE IT* Hehe...anywhoo thanx a bunch for prayin for my dad. It means alot. Every prayer counts.
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Post by x n0ise on Jul 25, 2002 12:16:59 GMT -5
^^I hope you have lots of dun, Nikki! I have a question. I was always told that if you commit suicide, you go to Hell. And now I'm being told as long as your saved when you commit suicide, you won't go to Hell. Not that I plan on committing suicide or anything...but I'm just extremely confused! .Brite.
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Post by Toxic-Avenger on Jul 26, 2002 10:16:35 GMT -5
Here's another email! The Rented Room. Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning." He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success; no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..." For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning." I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded, and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again. And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4 a.m., and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us. In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!" Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But, oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness' would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God. Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!" My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden." She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. "Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body." All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7b)
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Post by x n0ise on Jul 26, 2002 19:33:11 GMT -5
Oh and one more question too....what exactly is a conviction?
.Brite.
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Post by Larigirl on Jul 26, 2002 23:57:29 GMT -5
that was awesome Toxic! really really cool... i'm gonna print it out for my mom.
Haley - a convoction is when God puts something on your heart. it's like when your conscience tells you something is wrong, you feel it deep inside. God does that, his Holy Spirit acts liek your conscience, actualy I believe that's what a conscience is. It's liek the Holy Spirit speaks to your soul, or your own spirit and lets you know that you need to do whatever. did that make sense?
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Jul 27, 2002 11:15:45 GMT -5
Thats a great email Toxic! It touched me...thankyou for sharing....
I leave for camp tomorrow! Woohoo! Just thought I'd share the news...bye peoples, I'll be praying for all of you while I'm gone. God bless -nikki
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