Time For God

Time For God

Read only if you have time for God Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end God, when I received this e-mail,  I thought... I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.   Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is.... Exactly, what has caused  a lot of the problems in our world today.   We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning....   Maybe, Sunday night....   And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.     We do like to have Him around during sickness....   And, of course, at funerals.   However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...   Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.   May God forgive me for ever thinking...   That... There is a time or place where..   HE is not to be FIRST in my life.   We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.   If, You aren't ashamed to do this...   Please follow the directions.     Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'   Not ashamed?   Share this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!   Yes, .....   I    DO Love  God.   HE is my source of existence and Savior.   He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13) This is the simplest test.  If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you... Share this !!!  Do it by clicking the share button at the upper left corner of this blog Now do you have the time to share it on?   Make sure that you scroll through to the end.   Easy vs. Hard  Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?   Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?   Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?   Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one.....   There are no costs, but wonderful rewards...   GOD BLESS!  Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.   Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in God' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God).   Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing? Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them   Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.   I pray, for everyone who share this to their entire friends and contacts, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

MY SON

MY SON


This is great.  Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!
 
 
The ending will surprise you.
 
   
Take my Son.....
 
 
 
 
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, fromPicasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..
 
 
 
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
 
 
 
 
About a month later, just before Christmas,
 
 
There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..
 
 
 
 
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
 
 
 
 
The father
 
Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
 
 
 
 
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
 
 
 
 
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
 
 
 
 
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
 
 
 
 
There was silence...
 
 
   Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
 
 
 
 
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
 
 
 
 
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'
 
 
 
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
 
 
 
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
 
 
 
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
 
 
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
 
 
 
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
 
 
 
 
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
 
 
 
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
 
 
 
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
 
 
 
 
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
   
 
 
'What about the paintings?'
 
 
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
 
 
The man who took the son gets everything!'
 
God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'
 
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!
 
 
 
 
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE