OT: Fw: Blessed are those . . ./ Thanks for the poem & the thought
Sharon Fortenberry
Thank you for the wonderful poem.
I really loved it.
Be Blessed dear friend,
Your new friend,
Sharon
Dickibus wrote:
>
> Blessed are the peacemakers, ....
> Blessed are you when the world shall rile and swear at you, for you will
> become the children of God.
>
> Old Jim may not have had much material wealth, but he had more stashed up in
> Heaven than most of us have ready for us in Hell.
>
> Yes, Hell. For all our posturing, how many of all our protestations find
> there way into actions that other people can feel - not see, but feel. I
> do not yell much about what life we create for ourselves after death, since
> my belief centres more on having done well - which is not the same as owning
> much - in this life. The next? If the sacrifice of my soul brings one
> other man peace in eternity, .... shall I give it? I would like to think
> so.
>
> Dickibus
> Wondering where all these straange thoughts come from....
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: ernie & lucy k <elk...@madbbs.com>
> To: dickibus <dick...@copernicus.win-uk.net>
> Date: 05 May 1999 19:31
> Subject: Fw: Blessed are those . . .
>
> >
> >>
> >>
> >> "BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO DID NOT SEE, AND YET BELIEVED "
> >>
> >> A minister passing through his
> >> church in the middle of the day,
> >> Decided to pause by the altar`
> >> and see who had come to pray.
> >>
> >> Just then the back door opened,
> >> a man came down the aisle,
> >> The minister frowned as he saw the man
> >> hadn't shaved in a while.
> >>
> >> His shirt was kinda shabby and
> >> his coat was worn and frayed.
> >> The man knelt, he bowed his head,
> >> then rose and walked away.
> >>
> >> In the days that followed,
> >> each noon time came this chap,
> >> Each time he knelt just for a moment,
> >> a lunch pail in his lap.
> >>
> >> Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
> >> with robbery a main fear,
> >> He decided to stop the man and ask him,
> >> "What are you doing here?"
> >>
> >> The old man said, he worked down the road.
> >> Lunch was half an hour.
> >> Lunchtime was his prayer time,
> >> for finding strength and power.
> >>
> >> "I stay only moments, see,
> >> because the factory is so far away;
> >> As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
> >> this is kinda what I say:
> >>
> >> "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
> >> HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN
> >> SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
> >> AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
> >>
> >> DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
> >> BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
> >> SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN."
> >>
> >> The minister feeling foolish,
> >> told Jim, that was fine.
> >> He told the man he was welcome to come
> >> and pray just anytime.
> >>
> >> Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
> >> He hurried to the door.
> >> The minister knelt at the alter,
> >> he'd never done it before.
> >>
> >> His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
> >> and met with Jesus there.
> >> As the tears flowed, in his heart,
> >> he repeated old Jim's prayer:
> >>
> >> "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
> >> HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
> >> SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
> >> AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
> >>
> >> I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
> >> BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
> >> SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN."
> >>
> >> Past noon one day, the minister noticed
> >> that old Jim hadn't come.
> >> As more days passed without Jim,
> >> he began to worry some.
> >>
> >> At the factory, he asked about him,
> >> learning he was ill.
> >> The hospital staff was worried,
> >> but he'd given them a thrill.
> >>
> >> The week that Jim was with them,
> >> brought changes in the ward.
> >> His smiles, a joy contagious.
> >> Changed people, were his reward.
> >>
> >> The head nurse couldn't understand
> >> why Jim was so glad,
> >> When no flowers, calls or cards came,
> >> not a visitor he had.
> >>
> >> The minister stayed by his bed,
> >> he voiced the nurse's concern:
> >> No friends came to show they cared.
> >> He had nowhere to turn.
> >>
> >> Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
> >> and with a winsome smile;
> >> "The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
> >> that in here all the while
> >>
> >> Everyday at noon He's here,
> >> a dear friend of mine, you see,
> >> He sits right down, takes my hand,
> >> leans over and says to me:
> >>
> >> "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
> >> HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
> >> SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
> >> AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
> >>
> >> ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
> >> I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
> >> AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN."
> >>
> >> If this blesses you, pass it on...
> >>
> >> Don't expect a great day; make one.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >