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THE TINY CABIN




THE TINY CABIN

A social worker from a big city in Massachusetts recently transferred to mountains of West Virginia and was on her first tour of her new territory when she came upon the tiniest cabin she had ever seen in her life. Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door.




"Anybody home?" she asked.

"Yep," came a kid's voice through the door. 

"Is your father there," asked the social worker. 

"Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in," said the kid. 

"Well, is your mother there?" 

"Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here," 

"But," protested the social worker, "are you never together as a family?" 

"Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door. "This is the outhouse!"



Government workers are so very smart. Aren't you overjoyed that they'll soon be handling all of our financial, educational and medical dilemmas

~ Unknown~

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The Coffin ~ Halloween Comedy


The Coffin

(Halloween fun ~ with apologies to the Lord for wasting precious time.)

The night was dark and spooky as
He started to walk home,
A fog was falling and those eerie
Noises seemed to moan.
The hackles rose upon his neck
He turned around to see
A coffin standing upright, and said
“It is following me!!
He started walking faster as
He listened to its bump;
As fast as he went, so it went and
Even gave a jump.
His heart was racing madly as
He sprinted for his home;
If he could get into the house
It might leave him alone.
The steps he fairly jetted ~
He locked the door behind;
He heard the coffin coming ~
It smashed the door and chime!
So he “flew” up to the bathroom ~
Up on the second floor,
He shut the door and locked it but


The coffin came once more!
He heard the bumps come steadily...
His heart was in his throat;
He looked about for anything
To deal a deadly blow....
Bump, bump, it came now faster!
He knew his time was gone!
He reached into the cabinet
Cough medicine ~ all he found....
With all his might he hurled it ~
The bottle loudly popped...
It broke upon the coffin and...
(Are you ready, Freddie?
Are you game, Jane?
Are you ready, spooks and goblins?)
.............And then...
And then...
The coffin,,,,,
............
Stopped!!!


(-: Tee Hee :-)
©© 2007 by Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes


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HOW DO I VISUALIZE MYSELF? - By: Frank E. Henrich


HOW DO I VISUALIZE MYSELF?


When from sleep I rose this morning,
Sitting on my bed with feet flung,
I did think a profound question,
How do I visualize myself?

Am I an eighty year old man
With little hair and a bent body
Whose body is scared with much life,
How do I visualize myself?

Oh no! In my wonderful mind
I am a twenty-nine year old,
Man fresh and full of energy,
How do I visualize myself?

Others may see what they do see
But I do not care, for you see
I never lost my 29 year body
That's how I visualize myself?

When I plan my day each morning
I think how can my young body
Fulfill daily fun and life duties
That's how I visualize myself.

What you say? "You are an old man!"
When my Lord Jesus I will see
On those great Heavenly shores
Yes, I will be young in body.

The Holy Spirit lives in me
So with ever so much joy and love
I could not live as an old man
That's how I visualize myself.

By Frank E. Henrich August 11, 2011

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How the Grinch Stole Missionary Books


How the Grinch Stole Missionary Books
Author Unknown.

Every whosoever down in Whosoeverville liked Missions a lot
And the Grinch liked Missions, but not every part.
The Grinch dislike reading books, the whole thing about reading.
Please don’t ask why, no one knows quite the reason.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right,
Or it could be his sneakers were too tight!
I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his eyesight was not quite up to par.
But whatever the reason—his eyes or his shoes—
He lived around Whosoeverville and knew all those Whos.
He knew that in rain, sleet, sunshine or snow.
Whosoevers would still like to go
Get together and worship the Lord.
He knew when they’re together they’re never bored
For there’s singing and praying and preaching to do
The things that the Grinch like to do too.
He gave in the offerings to God and his work
For spreading the gospel would always come first.
They hammered their dulcimers and played their Who trumpets
And often you’d find them eating Who crumpets.
The kids loved to come too and make lots of noise,
Learn about Jesus and play with their toys.
And the fun—well, you never saw such a crowd!
Hey, does the Manual say that’s allowed?!
Oh, yes, and the Missions service was no exception to that,
For you’d never know what (name of local NMI president) would pull out of (his/her) hat!
The Grinch just loved it, except for one thing,
Read a missions book? You’ve gotta be kidding!
Then he got an idea—an awful idea!
The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!
“I’ll break into the library and take every book,
I’ll hide them so they won’t know where to look!”
So one day when the little Whosoevers were snoozing,
And (insert name of church secretary) must have been out talking to (insert somebody’s name),
The Grinch found the key, slid it into the lock,
Went through the door and took one look at the clock.
Two minutes, I tell you, that’s all that it took,
To take every last Missions reading book!
He took all the tapes too, and can you believe it?
He took all the kid’s books, just at the last minute!
He checked down the hall, saw no one in sight,
Shut the door and turned out the light.
Little (insert name of kid at church) who had come out for a soda,
He saw the Grinch and said, “Whoa!
Where are you going with all those books in a bag?
Put them back now or my mom will be mad!”
But you know that Grinch was so smart and so slick,
He thought of a line and he thought of it quick.
“No, (name of church kid) dear, you don’t understand!
I’m the new church librarian!
I’m taking these books home to sort and to stack,
Now, don’t, (name of church kid), they’ll all come back.”
And with that, off he went in his Grinchymobile
Off out of sight, out over the hill.
So he took the books home and packed them away.
“Now, that’s the end of that,” he said.
But when he thought of what he had done,
He wondered shy the Whosoevers had so much fun,
Checking out the books week after week,
Well, it certainly won’t hurt, “I’ll just take a peek.”
And would you believe it, before he knew it,
He had read one missionary book, the whole way through it!
He read about snakes and dogs without tails,
Building of churches without any nails!
He stood to his feet and cried, “What should I do?
I’ll take them all back so more Whos can read too!”
The very next Sunday all things looked just the same,
But that day the Grinch took back his old name.
Now some say this story just couldn’t be true,
But (name of kid at church) told me. So I believe it, too.
“Who was this?” you ask. So now I will tell you.
You certainly know him; yet this may surprise you.
He’s no longer called the Grinch,
Today we affectionately call him Pastor . . .


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LAUGHTER'S POWER - By: Sue Ellen Sprouse


LAUGHTER'S POWER

Laughter is a gift from God
That transcends grief and pain.
It's like a healing ointment
Spreading hope and peace again.

A chuckle from down deep within
Fills listeners with delight.
They soon join in the merriment
And troubles soon take flight.

Cherish the friend who laughs with you
Helping you smile through your tears.
For they are a prize to hold onto
And treasure throughout the years.

For laughter is like a medicine
The Psalmist said in truth.
It makes you feel alive again
And helps preserve your youth.

If we find humor in little things
As we live from day to day
We'll be as a ray of sunlight
And we'll brighten another's way.


sueellensprouse@hotmail.com


SueEllen Sprouse
Des Moines , IA
USA



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A Hard Word To Take




A Hard Word To Take

The word submit, seems to some, a dirty word hard to take;
But if you love the Lord, it’s a commitment you will make.

I’m not saying it won’t be hard, alone for you to do;
In trusting God and staying close to Him, it is possible for you.

I know at times a man; can just drive you up the wall;
But the Lord dwells near by us, gives strength when we call.

Sometimes, I know, you feel like growling and pulling out your hair;
Strength to show him love is there, when you give to God your care.

I know, it’s hard, when he takes advantage of the love you’ve shown;
But because of your patience and love, he has spiritually grown.

When the skillet has lifted, to bang upon his head;
Just remember ladies, you’ll miss him, when he’s dead.

When you’re tempted ladies, with the dog his bed to make;
Take a deep breath, and sloooowly meditate.

Just remember all the good times, the candy and that single rose;
And that love filled night, when he got the courage to propose.

There are so many things to appreciate; he is after all, your prince;
Even if at times he lacks, a simple common sense.

I know submit is a really hard word to take;
But please ladies, do it, for testimonies sake.

Then the Lord will bless, both you your children too;
If you’re just willing, to do as the Lord has told you to do.

If a day gets hard and you really want to ring his neck;
Just reach those sweet lips over and give him a little peck.

Now, if you feel like gritting your teeth, and making some mean face;
Call upon the Lord, to provide you with His strength and gentle grace.

With all fun and kidding aside, this remains serious advice
Love your husband dearly and live a life of sacrifice.



I wrote this just to be a bit funny, but at the same time teach a biblical truth taught in the scriptures.

1 Corinthians 16:16 That ye submit yourselves unto such, and to every one that helpeth with us, and laboureth.
Ephesians 5:22 Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.
Colossians 3:18 Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord.
Hebrews 13:17 Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves: for they watch for your souls, as they that must give account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief: for that is unprofitable for you.


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I Just Got Mooned



I Just Got Mooned

By: Susan Y Nikitenko
July, 2010

Our Lord has a wonderful since of humor. God has blessed me with two beautiful daughters that like to goof off. When I have felt down or disappointed, they try to make me laugh. I have done the same for them in past years. My daughter threatened me one day and said. "Mom, if you don't straighten up I'm going to moon you." We'll the shock of it all made me laugh. I told her she'd better not or she'd be in trouble. Well, I felt down again a couple days ago. While we were in the car my girls and my Son inlaw were threatening to moon me. I laughed and told them, "You'd better straighten up or I'm going to moon you." We were kidding of course, but we had a good laugh.

We went to the Massillon Tiger football game and while I was watching the game, I looked up at the dark sky and noticed a very dark cloud with a bright white edging. I watched as a harvest moon peeked out from behind a very black cloud. Slowly it arose to reveal a beautiful full bright moon. It looked bigger than normal. I started laughing hysterically. As I realized, I had just been mooned. I could hear God whisper to my heart. "I heard what you said, and I'm going to moon you." God always has the best medicine. He does, fill my heart with laughter.


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Sleepy Eyed



Sleepy Eyed

Susan Y Nikitenko
(Hill Billy Humor)

Went to church on Sunday mornin’.
My husband by my side.
When the preacher started preahin’;
My man got sleepy eyed.

His head it got real heavy like;
It nodded with a jerk.
But when I pinched him on the leg.
He sat there quite alert.

As soon as I thought all was well.
I saw he dripped some drool.
I pulled the hairs upon his arm.
He seemed to think me, cruel.

But it only cured His symptoms;
Just for a little bit.
I thought my life was over when;
His head fell with a hit.

I felt like sinkin’ in my chair.
When all eyes looked our way.
After that, my husband awoke;
To hear the preacher say.

It’s time to wake up Christian friend;
And listen to the Lord!
Don’t let Him find you sawing logs;
Or living like the world!

Too many Christians lulled asleep;
By devils lullabies.
Pray to the Lord and keep alert;
Beware of sleepy eyes.

Jesus left them in the garden.
He told them all to pray.
When He returned, they were asleep.
Will He find you that way?

My husband sat there quite awake.
Stunned by the preachers words.
Will he sleep in church again?
Or will his heart be stirred?

I guess we’ll find out next Sunday;
Whether He stays awake.
After that toe stompin’ sermon;
It should be a piece of cake.


Luke 22:46b
Why sleep ye? rise and pray, lest ye enter into temptation.

Mark 13:35-37
Watch ye therefore: for ye know not when the
master of the house cometh, at even, or at
midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning:
Lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping
And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch.

This is a pretend story between my husband and me ...but yet quite true in some life out there in the world. I've witnessed this first hand in church. 

This is a story poem I made up for fun, but I have seen these things happen in church. When I've had a sleepless night I've had trouble staying awake myself. So I'm careful not to jump to conclusions with other people. It is quite funny to watch and we all need a good chuckle every know and then.

Be A Clown - By: Susan Y Nikitenko

 Romans 10:15 And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!
(KJV)
Be A Clown
by Susan Y Nikitenko
July 31st 2010

Up side down;
and inside out.
Will He smile;
or will He pout?

Zig and Zag;
A twirl and slide.
Will He shine
or will He hide?

Wear a hat,
A big red nose?
Tell a joke;
In funny cloths?

Will He dance;
A little jig?
Shake His hips
Cause they are big?

Will He laugh;
Or will He cry?
Will He burp;
or wear a pie?

Will He style;
A brand new style?
Will He stretch;
That extra mile?

Will He leave;
or will He stay?
Scratch His head?
Decide to play?

No, He won't;
Oh, yes He will.
He'll climb up
God's joyful hill.

Looking up;
Not looking down.
Cause His thoughts;
Are heaven bound.

Will He go ;
Dressed like a clown;
With good news;
From town to town?

Stretch it out;
a red balloon;
blow it up
and sing a tune.

Twist and turn
What will it be?
A bird or dog
A Chipanzee

God loves you;
and God loves me.
This the news;
of Calvary.

Jesus knows;
Our heartaches here.
He gives joy;
And wipes our tear.

Medicine;
When you are down.
Learn to laugh;
and be a clown.





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