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Jan 6, 2008
Name: God, Jesus & The Magi
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Lamentations 3:21– 23 [NIV]
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Thank you father God for this 'new morning', a fresh new year and the gift of your son Jesus.

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Posted: Jan 6, 2008 8:00am
Dec 26, 2007
Name: Lewis Carroll
Type: Memorial (for the deceased)
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Location: , United Kingdom
A Tribute To Lewis Carroll As It Befits The 2008 Elections

Excerpt from: Alice's Adventures In Wonderland
Chapter 3 - A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

How are you getting on now, my dear?" it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.

"As wet as ever," said Alice in a melancholy tone: "it doesn't seem to dry me at all."

"In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, "I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies---"

"Speak English!" said the Eaglet. "I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don't believe you do either!" And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some of the other birds tittered audibly.

"What I was going to say," said the Dodo in an offended tone, "was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race."

"What is a Caucus-race?" said Alice; not that she much wanted to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that somebody ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.

"Why," said the Dodo, "the best way to explain it is to do it." (And, as you might like to try the thing yourself some winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)

First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle ("the exact shape doesn't matter," it said), and then all the party were placed along the course, here and there. There was no "One, two, three, and away," but they began running when they liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called out "The race is over!" and they all crowded round it, panting, and asking, "But who has won?"

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. at last the Dodo said, "Everybody has won, and all must have prizes."

"But who is to give the prizes?" quite a chorus of voices asked.

"Why, she, of course," said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused way, "Prizes! Prizes!"
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Posted: Dec 26, 2007 5:24pm
Sep 28, 2007
Name: Erma Bombeck
Type: Memorial (for the deceased)
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Location: , United States
Footprints In The Forest
In honor and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Here is an "angel" sent to watch over you. Pass this on to five women that you want watched over. If you don't know five women to pass this on to, one will do just fine.
Erma Bombeck
Original name: Erma Fiste
Birth:    Feb. 21, 1927
Death:    Apr. 22, 1996
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
[written after she found out she was dying from cancer].

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's" More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it . . live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!
Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with , a and what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. I hope you have a blessed day.
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Posted: Sep 28, 2007 3:06pm
Sep 6, 2007
Name: George Carlin
Type: Tribute (for the living)
To Honor: Individual(s)
Location: , United States
George Carlin is an intelligent man with a different way of seeing things. In my view he has a certain way of hitting the nail right on the head at times which is funny and also true. This is one of my favorite of his skits that's so true it's almost not funny. Thanks George. ~ Rabbit

Euphemisms - 1990 by George Carlin

I don't like words that hide the truth. I don't words that conceal reality. I don't like euphemisms, or euphemistic language. And American English is loaded with euphemisms. Cause Americans have a lot of trouble dealing with reality. Americans have trouble facing the truth, so they invent the kind of a soft language to protest themselves from it, and it gets worse with every generation. For some reason, it just keeps getting worse. I'll give you an example of that. There's a condition in combat. Most people know about it. It's when a fighting person's nervous system has been stressed to it's absolute peak and maximum. Can't take anymore input. The nervous system has either (click) snapped or is about to snap. In the first world war, that condition was called shell shock. Simple, honest, direct language. Two syllables, shell shock. Almost sounds like the guns themselves. That was seventy years ago. Then a whole generation went by and the second world war came along and very same combat condition was called battle fatigue. Four syllables now. Takes a little longer to say. Doesn't seem to hurt as much. Fatigue is a nicer word than shock. Shell shock! Battle fatigue. Then we had the war in Korea, 1950. Madison avenue was riding high by that time, and the very same combat condition was called operational exhaustion. Hey, were up to eight syllables now! And the humanity has been squeezed completely out of the phrase. It's totally sterile now. Operational exhaustion. Sounds like something that might happen to your car. Then of course, came the war in Viet Nam, which has only been over for about sixteen or seventeen years, and thanks to the lies and deceits surrounding that war, I guess it's no surprise that the very same condition was called post-traumatic stress disorder. Still eight syllables, but we've added a hyphen! And the pain is completely buried under jargon. Post-traumatic stress disorder. I'll bet you if we'd of still been calling it shell shock, some of those Viet Nam veterans might have gotten the attention they needed at the time. I'll betcha. I'll betcha.

But. But, it didn't happen, and one of the reasons. One of the reasons is because we were using that soft language. That language that takes the life out of life. And it is a function of time. It does keep getting worse. I'll give you another example. Sometime during my life. Sometime during my life, toilet paper became bathroom tissue. I wasn't notified of this. No one asked me if I agreed with it. It just happened. Toilet paper became bathroom tissue. Sneakers became running shoes. False teeth became dental appliances. Medicine became medication. Information became directory assistance. The dump became the landfill. Car crashes became automobile accidents. Partly cloudy became partly sunny. Motels became motor lodges. House trailers became mobile homes. Used cars became previously owned transportation. Room service became guest-room dining. And constipation became occasional irregularity. When I was a little kid, if I got sick they wanted me to go to the hospital and see a doctor. Now they want me to go to a health maintenance organization...or a wellness center to consult a healthcare delivery professional. Poor people used to live in slums. Now the economically disadvantaged occupy substandard housing in the inner cities. And they're broke! They're broke! They don't have a negative cash-flow position. They're fucking broke! Cause a lot of them were fired. You know, fired. management wanted to curtail redundancies in the human resources area, so many people are no longer viable members of the workforce.

Smug, greedy, well-fed white people have invented a language to conceal their sins. It's as simple as that. The CIA doesn't kill anybody anymore, they neutralize people...or they depopulate the area. The government doesn't lie, it engages in disinformation. The pentagon actually measures nuclear radiation in something they call sunshine units. Israeli murderers are called commandos. Arab commandos are called terrorists. Contra killers are called freedom fighters. Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part of it to us, do they? Never mention that part of it.

And...and some of this stuff is just silly, we all know that, like on the airlines, they say want to pre- board. Well, what the hell is pre-board, what does that mean? To get on before you get on? They say they're going to pre-board those passengers in need of special assistance. Cripples! Simple honest direct language. There is no shame attached to the word cripple that I can find in any dictionary. No shame attached to it, in fact it's a word used in bible translations. Jesus healed the cripples. Doesn't take seven words to describe that condition. But we don't have any cripples in this country anymore. We have The physically challenged. Is that a grotesque enough evasion for you? How about differently abled. I've heard them called that. Differently abled! You can't even call these people handicapped anymore. They'll say, "We're not handicapped. We're handicapable!" These poor people have been bull-shitted by the system into believing that if you change the name of the condition, somehow you'll change the condition. Well, hey cousin, ppsssspptttttt. Doesn't happen. Doesn't happen.

We have no more deaf people in this country, hearing impaired. No ones blind anymore, partially sighted or visually impaired. We have no more stupid people. Everyone has a learning disorder...or he's minimally exceptional. How would you like to be told that about your child? "He's minimally exceptional." "Oohh, thank god for that." Psychologists actually have started calling ugly people, those with severe appearance deficits. It's getting so bad, that any day now I expect to hear a rape victim referred to as an unwilling sperm recipient.

And we have no more old people in this country. No more old people. We shipped them all away, and we brought in these senior citizens. Isn't that a typically American twentieth century phrase? Bloodless, lifeless, no pulse in one of them. A senior citizen. But I've accepted that one, I've come to terms with it. I know it's to stay. We'll never get rid of it. That's what they're going to be called, so I'll relax on that, but the one I do resist. The one I keep resisting is when they look at an old guy and they'll say, "Look at him Dan! He's ninety years young." Imagine the fear of aging that reveals. To not even be able to use the word "old" to describe somebody. To have to use an antonym. And fear of aging is natural. It's universal. Isn't it? We all have that. No one wants to get old. No one wants to die, but we do! So we bullshit ourselves. I started bull-shitting myself when I got to my forties. As soon as I got into my forties I'd look in the mirror and I'd say, "well, I...I guess I'm getting...older." Older sounds a little better than old doesn't it? Sounds like it might even last a little longer. Bullshit, I'm getting old! And it's okay, because thanks to our fear of death in this country, I won't have to die...I'll pass away. Or I'll expire like a magazine subscription. If it happens in the hospital, they'll call it a terminal episode. The insurance company will refer to it as negative patient-care outcome. And if it's the result of malpractice, they'll say it was a therapeutic misadventure. I'm telling you, some of this language makes me want to vomit. Well, maybe not vomit. Makes me want to engage in an involuntary personal protein spill.
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Posted: Sep 6, 2007 2:52pm
Sep 4, 2007
Name: For everyone that still has their hands held high.
Type: Tribute (for the living)
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Location: , United States
Hands Held High
Lyrics by Linkin Park

Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank
and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

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"Now more than ever before, the people are responsible for the character of their congress. If that body be ignorant, reckless, and corrupt its because the people tolerate ignorance, recklessness and corruption. If it be intelligent brave and pure. it is because the people demand these high qualities to represent them in the national legislature"

James A Garfield 20th president of the USA July 1877
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Posted: Sep 4, 2007 5:43pm
Aug 29, 2007
Name: To All The Ordinary Miracle Makers.
Type: Tribute (for the living)
To Honor: Individual(s)
Location: , United States
Marbles, kindness, generosity. ~ An Ordinary Miracle

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.  I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily
apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.  I paid for my potatoes
but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.  I am a pushover
for creamed peas and new potatoes.  Pondering the peas, I couldn't help
over hearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the
ragged boy next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller.  Fine, thank ya.  Jus' admirin' them peas.  They sure
look good."

"They are good, Barry.  How's your Ma?"
 
"Fine.  Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good.  Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.

"No, Sir.  Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right?  Let me see it" said Miller.

"Here 'tis...  She's a dandy."

"I can see that.  Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go
for red.  Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked.

"Not zackley but almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this

way let me look at that red marble".  Mr. Miller told the boy.

"Sure will...  Thanks Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.  With a
smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all
three are in very poor circumstances.  Jim just loves to bargain with them

for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.  When they come back with their

red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all

and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an
orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store."

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.  A short time
later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the
boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.  Just
recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community
and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.  They were having
his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed
to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet
the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we
could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men.  One was in an army uniform and
the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...  all very
professional looking.  They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and
smiling by her husband's casket.  Each of the young men hugged her, kissed
her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man
stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the
casket.  Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller.  I told her who I was and reminded her
of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her
husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand
and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.  They
just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them.  Now, at
last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size... they came
to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,"  she confided,
"but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased
husband.  Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.


The Moral:  We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles   
A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.  
Green stoplights on your way to work.
The fastest line at the grocery store.
A good sing-along song on the radio.
Your keys found right where you left them.

It's Not What You Gather, But What You Scatter That Tells What Kind Of Life You Have Lived!
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Posted: Aug 29, 2007 2:57pm
Aug 27, 2007
Name: God the Almighty
Type: Tribute (for the living)
To Honor: Individual(s)
Location: , United States
In tribute to God the Almighty. Thank you for giving me the signs and words to keep going and to help me hold on to my faith in the worst and best of times.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what piece there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they to have their story. ~ Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are
vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with  others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. ~ Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. ~ Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. ~ Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. ~ You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a
right to be here. And weather or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. ~ Therefor be at piece with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep piece with your soul. w With all it’s sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy. ~~

FOUND IN OLD SAINT PAUL’S CHURCH, BALTIMORE; DATED 1692
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Posted: Aug 27, 2007 4:27pm
Jul 24, 2007
Type: Tribute (for the living)
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Location: , United States
In thanks to Cal M. who shared this with me.
Thank you.
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The Man Who Didn't Like the Sun -- INSPIRATION

The man hated the bright burning thing in
the sky. It hovered over him all day long,
no matter where he went.

He hated the Sun's harsh light, the heat it
created and the shadows it cast on the earth
around him.

He felt like the sun was stealing something
from him, separating him from things when
what he craved was unity.

"At least at night everything looks the same,"
he thought.

That's why he liked the darkness. The Sun had
become his enemy.

One day, unable to stand it any longer, he
decided to dig a hole to protect himself from
the intolerable rays of sunlight.

His skin, which had been burned a deep brown,
began to turn white again, and the shadows of day
ceased to annoy him.

But then, sitting in his hole, he realized that
the sun continued to flood his hiding place
with light from above, and that his shelter was
even brighter than the land outside.

He went back to work and had soon dug himself
a tunnel and a cave. And there he finally found
protection from the Sun.

He spent years in his hole, meditating in
solitude, in the coolness of the dark where the
Sun never penetrated.

Up on the surface other men grew food and warmed
themselves in the heat of the all-giving star.
They saw the Sun as a good and protecting God.
The Sun was their ally as they learned to tame
its extremes. They lived through the seasons,
one after the other.

All were thankful for the Sun's presence, all
except for the man who wanted to avoid the light
and the contrasts it created. In the end the
poor hermit perished in his cave, in darkness,
in the calmness and unity of the shadows, but
desperate and alone.

And after he died the people didn't even have
to dig a grave for him. It was already there...

................................................

Accepting people's differences, living with others
and their strange habits and sometimes incomprehensible
behaviour, can be difficult. We are often tempted
to retreat like a hermit into the calmness of home,
into the shadows. But life is composed of diversity,
of exchange and of change.

When you cut yourself off from your friends, your
neighbours and your community, you also lose a part
of yourself.

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Posted: Jul 24, 2007 4:12pm
Jun 13, 2007
Name: The great artists of the world.
Type: Memorial (for the deceased)
To Honor: Individual(s)
Location: , United States
Take some time to enjoy the beauty in the world all around you.

Women In Art - You Tube Link

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