Satisfied Mind

The entry below is from MountainWings in your mailbox. The slide show has a powerful message and one that all ages should take to heart. A satisfied mind is more important than all the money in the world.

I have read somewhere in the past an email which told how some of the richest men in the world were not really happy. Being driven to get more and more must be as adictive as drugs.

There have been men who made a fortune and then turned it to blessing the less fortunate. This may have come from a guilty conscience or it could have been rightly from a sense of doing the right thing in return for the Lord's blessing.

Have a good day.

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Get Up Again

Oh, we all get run over once in our lives.
But one must pick oneself up again
and behave as if it were nothing.
~Henry Ibsen~

from the sermon, "Get Up Again"
If you've failed and need encouragement to get up again, listen.

Get Up Again http://www.theonlineword.com/s/5382.wma
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The Other Side

The following illustration is very appropriate at this time in my family's life.

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing. I know my Master is there and that is enough."

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Elephant Picture

Jake is five years old and learning to read. He points at a picture in a zoo book and says, "Look, Mama! It's a frickin' elephant!"

Deep breath ... "What did you call it?"

"It's a frickin' elephant, Mama! It says so on the picture!" and so it does ..."A f r i c a n Elephant."

Hooked on phonics! Ain't it wonderful?

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Accounting Interview

Rick, fresh out of accounting school, went to a interview
for a good paying job. The company boss asked various
questions about him and his education, but then asked him,
"What is three times seven?"

"Twenty-two," Rick replied. After he left, he double-checked
it on his calculator (he *knew* he should have taken it to
the interview!) and realized he wouldn't get the job.

About two weeks later, Rick got a letter that said he was
hired for the job! He was not one to look a gift horse in
the mouth, but he was still very curious. The next day, he
went in and asked why he got the job, even though he got
such a simple question wrong. The boss shrugged and said,
"Well, you were the closest."

Received from Thomas Ellsworth.
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The B.C.

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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#2205 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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If You Gotta Go, Start Early
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An old lady, quite delicate and elegant, especially in her
speech, was planning several weeks vacation in Florida with her
husband and wanted to make sure the camp grounds were fully
equipped.
She didn't know just how to ask the manger about the toilet
facilities. She decided that she couldn't use the word "toilet"
in her letter to the manager. So after studying about it for
some time, she thought the old-fashioned title "bathroom commode"
sounded good.
But, maybe he would think that she was a bit forward, so she
tore up the letter and started all over again. Referring to the
toilet, in her final letter to the manager she asked if the
campgrounds had a B.C.
Well, the manager had no idea what she was talking about, so he
showed the letter to several friends. They couldn't figure out
what she meant either.
Finally, they came to the conclusion that she must mean
did the campgrounds have a Baptist Church.
So, when he answered her letter he said,
"Dear Madame,
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I am
pleased to tell you that we do have a B.C.
It is located just one mile North of the camp. It will seat 250
people at one time. I admit that it is quite a distance away if
you go regularly.
You might be interested to know that there is a supper planned
to make money to buy more seats. They will have them in the
basement of the B.C.
The last time my wife and I went was six years ago. It was so
crowded that we had to stand up the whole time we were there.
I would like to say that it pains me very much not to be able to
go more regularly, but it is surely no lack of desire on my
part.
As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, especially
in cold weather.
Some people take their lunch and make a day of it. They arrive
early and stay late.
If you do decide to come here, perhaps I could go with you the
first time you go. I could sit beside you and introduce you to
the others.
Remember, this is a friendly community."
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Internet problems

Frustration, frustration. Up at 5:00 am and cannot get on the Internet. The server was down until 8 am. Anyway, I did not realize how dependent we are on the Internet.

While I was sitting here wondering what to do with my time, I decided to clean up my desk. If you are like me things have a way of piling up. I print out stuff and say I want to keep this for whatever reason and then six months later decide to throw it away. That is what I did. Now I can see the top of my desk and my waste basket is FULL.

Clutter is hard on the mind at my age. Now I feel much better and not as confused.

A man once said he could tell how organized a manager was by looking at his desk. I think he was right.

A cup of "tea"

One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my brother who is four years older than I am. I was maybe 1 and a half years old and had just recovered from an accident inwhich my arm had been broken. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water.

After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!!'

My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then says, 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet??'

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Two for one today

A nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little ones chests, would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own hearts. Their eyes would always light up with awe, but she never got a response equal to four-year old David's comment.

Gently she tucked the stethoscope into his ears and placed the disk over his heart. "Listen", she said..........."What do you suppose that is?"

He drew his eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up as if lost in the mystery of the strange tap - tap - tapping deep in his chest. Then his face broke out in a wondrous grin and he asked, "Is that Jesus knocking?"

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Announcement from the Pulpit

The minister of a city church enjoyed a drink now and then, but his passion was for peach brandy. One of his congregants would make him a bottle each Christmas. One year, when the
minister went to visit his friend, hoping for his usual Christmas present, he was not disappointed, but his friend told him that he had to thank him for the peach brandy from the pulpit the next Sunday.

In his haste to get the bottle, the minister hurriedly agreed and left. So the next Sunday the minister suddenly remembered that he had to make a public announcement that he was being supplied alcohol from a member of the church. That morning, his friend sat in the church with a grin on his face, waiting to see the minister's embarrassment.

The minister climbed into the pulpit and said, "Before we begin, I have an announcement. I would very much like to thank my friend, Joe, for his kind gift of peaches ... and for the spirit in which they were given!"

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The Water

I recognize that I have already posted today but the following just came in and I just had to share it.

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had
not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying.
Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were
long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that
would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the
arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately
this process had involved taking a truck to the local water
rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe
rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain
soon...we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing
and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes.
I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his
brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking
toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree
abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see
his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort
...trying to be as still as possible.

Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running
out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches,
thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed.
Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that
slow purposeful stride toward the woods.

This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods,
run back to the house. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer,
and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey
(being very careful not to be seen...as he was obviously doing
important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being
very careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two
or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands.

I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns
slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them.
He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I
saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front
of him.

Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get
away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close.
But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy
knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground,
obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift
its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my
beautiful boy's hands.

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the
house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house
to a spigot that we had shut off the water to.

Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to
creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip slowly fill up his
makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back.
And it became clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for
playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had
received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason
he didn't ask me to help him.

It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands.
When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front
of him. His little eyes just filled with tears.

"I'm not wasting," was all he said.

As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water
from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away.
It was his job.

I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful
heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life.
As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground,
they were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and
more.........

I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, Himself, was weeping
with pride.

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge
coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was
bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that.
............I'm not going to try.

All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our
farm...just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
This is not one of those crazy chain letters...if you don't
forward it to anyone, nothing bad will happen to you.
If you choose to forward it, you won't receive any riches in the
mail.

I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it
out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken
from me much too soon.... But not before showing me the true
face of God, in a little sunburned body.

~Author Unknown~

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It Has been busy here

The last several days have been extremely busy. That is the reason for the no post days.

Tuesday, my daughter and I took care of some business in town regarding the closing or changing some accounts etc. Later we went to Austin to buy me a suit. We bought a suit all right!! Before she and the female sales clerk were through I had bought a suit, sport coat, three pairs of pants to go with the suit and sport coat, six shirts, six ties to go with the above mentioned items, three silk ties to go in the suit pocket, and two cedar hangers. There is a lesson to be learned here men.

Yesterday was spent with the lawyer, acountant and preparing the audio and slide presentation of the memorial service.

At a time like this, it is good to be very busy.

Pie in the oven

A woman was getting a homemade cherry pie ready to put into the oven when the phone rang. It was the school nurse. Her son had come down with a high fever, and would she come and take him home? The mother calculated how long it would take to drive to school and back, and how long the pie should bake, and concluded there was enough time. Popping the pie in the oven, she left for school. When she arrived, her son's fever was worse and the nurse urged her to take him to the doctor.

She drove to the clinic as fast as she dared. She was frayed a bit more as the doctor emerged from the examining room and handed her a slip of paper. "Get him to bed," he told her, handing her the prescription, "and start him on this right away."

By the time she got the boy home and in bed and headed out again for the shopping mall, she was not only frayed, but frazzled and frantic as well. And she had forgotten about the pie in the oven.

At the mall she found a pharmacy, got the prescription filled, and rushed back to the car, which was locked. There were her keys, hanging in the ignition switch, locked inside the car.

She began searching the mall for a wire coat hanger -- which turned out not to be easy. Wooden hangers and plastic hangers were there in abundance, but shops didn't use wire hangers anymore. After combing through a dozen stores, she finally found a wire hanger. Hurrying out of the mall, she halted. She stared at the wire coat hanger. "I don't know what to do with this!"

Then she remembered the pie in the oven. All the frustrations of the past hour collapsed on her and she began crying. Then she prayed, "Dear Lord, my boy is sick and he needs this medicine and my pie is in the oven and the keys are locked in the car. Lord, I don't know what to do with this coat hanger. Dear Lord, send somebody who does know what do with it, and I really need that person NOW, Lord. Amen." She was wiping her eyes when a beat-up older car pulled up to the curb and stopped in front of her.

A young man, twentyish-looking, in a stained T-shirt and ragged jeans, got out. He was coming her way. When he drew near, she stepped in front of him and held out the wire coat hanger. "Young man," she said, "do you know how to get into a locked car with one of these?"

He gaped at her for a moment and then plucked the hanger from her hand. "Where's the car?"

She had never seen anything like it -- it was simply amazing how easily he got into her car. A quick look at the door and window, a couple of twists of the coat hanger, and the door was open.

When she saw that, she threw her arms around him.

"Oh," she said, "the Lord sent you! You're such a good boy."

He stepped back and said, "No, ma'am, I'm not a good boy. I just got out of prison yesterday."

She jumped at him and she hugged him again fiercely. "Bless the Lord!" she cried. "He sent me a professional!"

Received from Thomas Ellsworth.

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Helen's page on the web

We were partly successful in putting the entire memorial service on the web page. The audio of the service was so large (file size) that it exceeded the available server size. However, the page is up and running at: www.ingalls5.com.

We hope you can view the slide show OK.

Helen's Web Page

We have just posted a new page to our web site that is a memorial to Helen's life.

The web page can be found at: www.ingalls5.com

Helen's Memorial Service

The service yesterday was a combination of a power point presentation of Helen's life together with a beautiful Celebration of Helen's Homegoing. Bro. Ellis did a fabulous job of doing the service. Bro. Dan's solo and Sue's piano playing was supurb!

Later today or early tomorrow I plan to put the Power Point presentation on our web page along with the audio of the service.

Larry and family have left for Denver. Don and Toni will be here today and Linda plans to stay until the end of next week to help me do whatever is needed to put the house in order.

Until next time.

Helen Hone Ingalls

In Loving Memory

Helen Beatrice Hone Ingalls
3/27/1929 - 2/8/2008

Mother was born in New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada on March 27, 1929 to Charles and Anna Hone. She was the youngest of four children: Howard was sixteen years older, Marge was twelve years older, and Dot was five years older.

Since her father was the manager of a lumber mill quite a distance from town, Helen was home schooled through second grade. Her only friend, other than her sister Dot, was George, the cook's son. Between the three of them, what one couldn't think of the other one did. Mom and George pulled such pranks as climbing onto the roof and dropping snowballs down the cook's stovepipe. Mom and Dot thought they were being "helpful" and "washed" the foreman's new car with Brillo pads. As Mom got older, she and Dot would board in Vancouver during the school year with the Southey's, who had children their age. Mom and Gwen Southey remained good friends to this day.

When World War II began, her family moved back to Bellingham, Washington where she went to high school and became a U.S. citizen. Her father ran a small, country grocery store with several gas pumps out front. Mom often worked in the store and pumped gas for customers. One summer she worked the graveyard shift for a canning company, separating the worms from the peas on a conveyor belt.

Mom and Dad met while both were attending Whitworth College in Spokane, Washington, and working in the dining room. Mother was the waitress for the faculty table and Father was a bus boy. Dad would try to make Mom laugh, which was against the rules. Mom was the life of her dorm and pulled many pranks, such as hiding all of the dining room silverware in the grand piano.

When Dad's Army unit was activated for Korea, Mom and Dad were married in the home of her sister, Marge, on January 5, 1951. Mother graduated from Whitworth College in the Spring of 1951 with a BA in Christian Education. After graduation, she traveled to Acme, Wyoming to meet Dad's family. Upon returning to Bellingham, WA, Mom worked as the Minister of Education in a small church.

After Dad was discharged from the Army in 1952, Mom and Dad settled in Boulder, Colorado. Mom first worked as a billing clerk for Ralston Purina and later secretary to the head of the Psychology department at the University of Colorado while Dad finished his degree. Initially Mom and Dad lived in a 30-foot trailer, including the hitch, and then in the married housing, which was converted military barracks. Linda, their first child, was born in 1954. When Dad graduated and got a job with Armco Steel, we moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Larry, their second child, was born in 1958, and Don, their third child, was born in 1959. Dad was transferred to Houston in 1960 where Mom and Dad lived until 1991 when they moved to La Grange.

Mom was a loving mother and consummate homemaker. When we would get home from school, Mom would call to us and we would find her to tell her about our day. Mother preferred to have all of the neighborhood children at our house rather than somewhere else. She was truly sad when summer was over and we had to go back to school. Our home was full of love and laughter and music, as Mom played both the piano and organ.

Mother loved to sew and sewed all of our clothes when we were younger. In one of our homes was a large, walk-in closet that Dad had converted into a sewing room for Mom. It was also a storage closet but we would all be in the closet with Mom when Dad got home from work. We could quote what he was going to say: "2,400 square feet in this house and you are all in the closet". We were there because Mom was there.

Mom and Dad were teachers of the Sunday School College and Career class for many years in the 1960's. Their home was always open to class gatherings and was often wall-to-wall people. One New Year's eve, there was an impromptu gathering at our house and there were young people crammed into every room of the house. On Sunday evenings, our den would be full of class members singing hymns. At times the volume was so loud, Dad had to open the top of the piano so it could be heard over the singing. When class members needed a place to stay, Mom opened the guest bedroom for as long as they needed it. One abused young woman stayed with us for several months. Later Mom and Dad became involved with the Sunday School Young Married class, where Mom spent many hours mentoring young mothers.

After we were grown, the Lord blessed Mother with a career. Mom started M & H Publishing, a specialized publishing company for books for nursing homes, of which she served as the CEO from 1982 to 1997. Not only did Mother blossom as a business woman but God greatly blessed her financially.

In 1994, Mom supported Dad as they became part of the Texas Baptist Church Builders (TBM), an organization that supplies the labor to build churches that otherwise would not be able to afford to build new facilities. In this ministry, they have traveled to 57 locations in Texas, New Mexico, California, and Colorado. The builders became very dear to our parents and Mom loved them very much.

For some time now, Mom has been by Dad's side as he taught Sunday School in the Love & Laughter class. Both Mom and Dad have been ministered to by the class as well as the rest of Second Baptist Church.

After Mom's oldest sister, Marge, went to be with the Lord, Mom "adopted" Marge's only daughter, Janet. She also kept in touch with her brother's only daughter, Barbara. Both relationships were ministries in their own way.

Mom loved to read. She never went anywhere without a book or four (or six or eight). She spent many hours doing elaborate needle work that now graces all of our homes. In the 1970's, Mom, Dad and Don took up backpacking. Mom hiked the Grand Canyon, Bryce National Park, and portions of the Lone Star Trail and the Appalachian Trail.

Whenever she was sitting down in her home, she was "the lap" for their furry-faced daughter, Bonnie, a 15-year-old Canadian Rag doll cat.

Larry and his wife, Linda, gave Mom and Dad three grandchildren, Daniel, Christina, and Sarah. Mother loved her grandchildren and was very proud of them. Mom and Dad were particularly pleased when Don, a confirmed bachelor, married Toni. Mother felt very blessed to have two beautiful daughters-in-law.

Mom and Dad were married 57 years; the two were joined at the hip. They completed and complimented each other. Mom and Dad were prayer warriors and my greatest source of strength here on this earth. Mom was my best friend.

Mom is now in the midst of a great family reunion in Heaven. We rejoice for her and know that she is reaping her Heavenly reward.

With love by her children,
Linda, Larry, and Don

Helen's Home Going

On Friday, the 8th of February, 2008, my wife of 57 years, Helen, went to be with her Lord. It is at times like this that only the strength that comes from knowing the Lord Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior keeps me from asking "why." Today I read the following paragraph from "The Letters to the Romans" by William Barclay, page 200.

"It is hard not to worry, for man is characteristically a creature who looks forward to guess and fear. The only end to that worry is the utter conviction that, whatever happens, God’s hand will never cause his child a needless tear. Things will happen that we cannot understand, but if we are sure enough of God’s love, we can accept with serenity even those things which wound the heart and baffle the mind."

This has given me much comfort this morning.

God Bless all who read the above.

The Duck and the Devil

The Duck & the Devil

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his

Sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes" But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen." Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally just smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Johnny told Me he wanted to help" She whispered again, "Remember the duck?" So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.

After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he Finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had Killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You See, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, But because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."

Thought for the day and every day thereafter?

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done.... And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is...You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.

He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.

The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.

Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today. Share this with a friend and always remember:

God is at the window!

Thank you Ron for this one!

No Enemies

The minister's sermon went on and on about how important it
was to forgive people and reach out to them so as not to make
enemies.

"Is there anyone in this church who can honestly say they have
no enemies?" asked the minister.

Not a hand went up. But a few moments later, a very elderly
lady in the back row raised her frail little hand.

"Please, come up and tell us what you have done over all these
years that you can be so confident you have no enemies," asked
the minister.

Dutifully the old woman limped up to the front of the church
where she explained, "I outlived 'em all."

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God's Temple

For we are the temple of the living God! As God Himself has said:

"I will make my home with them and live among them, I will be their God, and they shall be my people."

And so the Lord says:

"You must leave them, and separate yourselves from them. Have nothing to do with what is unclean, And I will accept you. I will be your Father, and you shall be my sons and daughters, Says the Lord Almighty."

All these promises are made to us, my dear friends! Let us, therefore, purify ourselves from everything that makes body or soul unclean, and let us seek to be completely holy, by living in the fear of God.

2 Corinthians 6:10-7:1 Good News for Modern Man

Stolen Turkey

Today's CleanLaugh -

"Stolen Turkey"Ducking into confession with a turkey in his arms, Brian said, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I stole this turkey to feed my family. Would you take it and settle my guilt?"

"Certainly not," said the Priest. "As penance, you must return it to the one from whom you stole it."

"I tried," Brian sobbed, "but he refused. Oh, Father, what should I do?"

"If what you say is true, then it is all right for you to keep it for your family."

Thanking the Priest, Brian hurried off.

When confession was over, the Priest returned to his residence. When he walked into the kitchen, he found that someone had stolen his turkey.

This from:
http://www.cybersalt.net

Jack Kinsella - Commentary

I ran across a very enlightening commentary regarding the non-existance of WMD in Iraq.

The article can be found at:
http://hallindsey.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=241&Itemid=1

"There are none so blind as those that will not see" Author unknown to me.

Have a good day.