I got this in my daily joke e-mail. It's not really very funny, but I found it to be a very good illustration just the same!
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if one stops the car, or is walking by, one will notice something quite amazing.
Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.
Listening, one will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, one will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her.
As one stands and watches these two friends, one sees how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is trusting that she will not lead him astray.
Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by God and those whom he places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see God.
28 November 2005
Farewell Balloon
I found this rather funny, although it's not my wife they're talking about, as I'm not married. LOL
The staff at the office where my wife works was hosting a farewell luncheon for a retiring colleague.
As the group prepared to go to the restaurant, they found that they couldn't fit the giant balloon they had purchased for the guest of honor into the car. Undaunted, they simply held the balloon out the window as they drove.
My wife and her co-workers weren't prepared for the glares they received from passers-by. As the long line of traffic in front of their vehicle began to turn, they saw that their car was right behind a funeral procession.
There was nothing they could do but hold on to the balloon with its bright red farewell message: "Gone but not forgotten."
The staff at the office where my wife works was hosting a farewell luncheon for a retiring colleague.
As the group prepared to go to the restaurant, they found that they couldn't fit the giant balloon they had purchased for the guest of honor into the car. Undaunted, they simply held the balloon out the window as they drove.
My wife and her co-workers weren't prepared for the glares they received from passers-by. As the long line of traffic in front of their vehicle began to turn, they saw that their car was right behind a funeral procession.
There was nothing they could do but hold on to the balloon with its bright red farewell message: "Gone but not forgotten."
25 November 2005
Weight or IQ?
I think it would be hilarious if my doctor had this in his office. Finally, we find a good reason for the Americans to not use the metric system! Haha!
There's a sign above the scale in my doctor's office that says "Pretend it's your IQ."
There's a sign above the scale in my doctor's office that says "Pretend it's your IQ."
Thanksgiving poem
For those who don't live in the U.S., this poem is a good description of what we do on Thanksgiving.
I ate too much Turkey, I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I'm stuffed up with muffins and too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!
I'm full of tomatoes and french fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But there's still some dessert so I guess it won't hurt if
I eat just a little bit more!
I ate too much Turkey, I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I'm stuffed up with muffins and too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!
I'm full of tomatoes and french fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But there's still some dessert so I guess it won't hurt if
I eat just a little bit more!
10 November 2005
Oops...
A couple was arranging for their wedding, and asked the bakery to inscribe the wedding cake with "1 John 4:18" which reads "There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear."
The bakery evidently lost, smudged or otherwise misread the noted reference, and beautifully inscribed on the cake "John 4:18":
"For you have had five husbands, and the man you have now is not your husband."
The bakery evidently lost, smudged or otherwise misread the noted reference, and beautifully inscribed on the cake "John 4:18":
"For you have had five husbands, and the man you have now is not your husband."
Hmmm...buying a new dress the spiritual way?
The poor country pastor was livid when he confronted his wife with the receipt for a $250 dress she had bought.
"How could you do this!" he exclaimed.
"I don't know," she wailed, "I was standing in the store looking at the dress on sale. Then I found myself trying it on. It was like the Devil was whispering to me, 'Gee, you look great in that dress. You should buy it.'"
"Well," the pastor persisted, "You know how to deal with him! Just tell him, 'Get behind me, Satan!'"
"I did," replied his wife, "but then he said "It looks great from back here, too."
"How could you do this!" he exclaimed.
"I don't know," she wailed, "I was standing in the store looking at the dress on sale. Then I found myself trying it on. It was like the Devil was whispering to me, 'Gee, you look great in that dress. You should buy it.'"
"Well," the pastor persisted, "You know how to deal with him! Just tell him, 'Get behind me, Satan!'"
"I did," replied his wife, "but then he said "It looks great from back here, too."
Well, I guess this changes things...
The Founding Fathers were sitting around a table sometime in 1776, working on the constitution. It had been a long day when Thomas Jefferson said, "Whew! It's getting rather warm in here, isn't it?"
Ben Franklin replied, "Shall I open the window?"
"No, that's alright. I'll just take off my jacket, and roll up my sleeves."
"Hey, that's a good idea. Why don't we include that in the constitution?"
"What? That we're allowed to take our jackets off and roll up our sleeves while at work?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't sound very smooth. How about 'Everyone shall have the right to bare arms'?"
Ben Franklin replied, "Shall I open the window?"
"No, that's alright. I'll just take off my jacket, and roll up my sleeves."
"Hey, that's a good idea. Why don't we include that in the constitution?"
"What? That we're allowed to take our jackets off and roll up our sleeves while at work?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't sound very smooth. How about 'Everyone shall have the right to bare arms'?"
07 November 2005
Pictures from my Trip to Alton and Elsah
Well everyone, my dad has now shown me how to use the scanner, so I can finally get my pictures from Alton and Elsah in here. I hope you enjoy all of them!
These are some views of the Mississippi River from a hilltop park in Alton:
These are some views of the Mississippi River from a hilltop park in Alton:
These are simply some pictures of the park itself:
I also have more pictures to come! I'll just have to post them in another post I think. I hope you enjoy all of the colors the Great River Road in Illinois has to offer this time of year!
04 November 2005
The truth is finally revealed...
Well everyone, I'm finally admitting it: I live in a commune. I know, I know, you all thought that I lived in this nice house in Troy, Illinois with my parents. Well, the truth is, I do live with my parents, and in a nice house, but the house is just really big, and we're not the only ones who live here. We live in the Troy, Illinois Christian commune. All of the money I earn at McDonald's goes back to the group for the greater good of the whole. I mean, honestly, can you think of a more selfless way to live?
And if you believed all of that bunk, you are just as gullible as a guy that I work with who will remain nameless. The other day, I jokingly told him that I live in a commune here in Troy and that my family and I were all communists. I thought he knew that I was joking. He took me seriously, hook, line, and sinker! I didn't realize it until today though when I heard him telling someone else that we work with.
Nameless person: Hey Ronna, did you know that Drew lives in a commune?
Ronna: What? What the heck are you talking about?
NP: I'm serious. He told me the other day.
R: What's he talking about, Drew?
Drew: Seriously...I live in a commune!
R: Oh yeah, where is it?
D (beginning to laugh): Over off of Collinsville Road...by Bethel Baptist Church.
NP: What, you mean over by the park? I didn't know there was anything over there except Bethel Baptist. Oh, I'll bet it's underground, huh?
D (laughing almost hysterically): No, it's just kinda hidden behind the church.
NP: Seriously?
R: You are so full of s***.
D (still laughing): Yeah, I know.
NP: Really? You mean you don't live in a commune?
D (sarcastically): Oh yeah, I really live in a commune.
R: I'm telling you, you are full of s***!
NP: So, do you live in a commune or not?
D: No, I don't really live in a commune!
--End of dialog--
Let's just say the nameless person took a lot of flak for the rest of the day. Also, since Cece (the store manager) put me on meat today instead of assembly, which is what I wanted to do, I'm having the Stasi from the commune go get her to put her into one of our education camps. Let's see if she ever makes that mistake again...
In other news, things have been going rather well lately. I've been continuing with the application process for missions, and pretty much all of the other stuff that I'm always doing, which basically includes work and church. My parents have been out of town this week visiting relatives in Kentucky and Ohio, so I've had the whole house to myself, which has been somewhat lonely (houses grow when you're the only one in them!), but I've also found some fun stuff to do to keep myself occupied. The best was yesterday, when I went up to Alton and past there on the Great River Road to Elsah and Pere Marquette State Park (Pere is pronounced like the French name Pierre). It was so neat! In Alton, I simply drove to a very beautiful hilltop park overlooking the Mississippi River. I read my Bible, prayed, and wrote in my journal up there. Then, I got back in my car and drove up the road several more miles to Elsah, Illinois, which I walked through in about 10-15 minutes. Elsah is this really cool little village with old style cottages and homes. There's a couple of neat little B&B's, a really neat inn which is up for sale, a couple of different town sights (the Village Hall is now a museum, and there's also a civic center and a music hall). There are two little churches (the Methodist church's pastor also just happens to be named Charles Schwabb), and a couple of other little shops and such. I've never been there, but My Just Desserts has been featured on Show Me St. Louis a couple of times, so I really want to try it sometime!
After Elsah, I drove up the road some more to Pere Marquette State Park. The lodge up there is so nice! I peed, looked through the gift shop a little bit, and then started making my way back down to Edwardsville. I stopped there and got my pictures developed at Walgreens (which I will also post on here after my dad gets home and shows me how to use the scanner).
And if you believed all of that bunk, you are just as gullible as a guy that I work with who will remain nameless. The other day, I jokingly told him that I live in a commune here in Troy and that my family and I were all communists. I thought he knew that I was joking. He took me seriously, hook, line, and sinker! I didn't realize it until today though when I heard him telling someone else that we work with.
Nameless person: Hey Ronna, did you know that Drew lives in a commune?
Ronna: What? What the heck are you talking about?
NP: I'm serious. He told me the other day.
R: What's he talking about, Drew?
Drew: Seriously...I live in a commune!
R: Oh yeah, where is it?
D (beginning to laugh): Over off of Collinsville Road...by Bethel Baptist Church.
NP: What, you mean over by the park? I didn't know there was anything over there except Bethel Baptist. Oh, I'll bet it's underground, huh?
D (laughing almost hysterically): No, it's just kinda hidden behind the church.
NP: Seriously?
R: You are so full of s***.
D (still laughing): Yeah, I know.
NP: Really? You mean you don't live in a commune?
D (sarcastically): Oh yeah, I really live in a commune.
R: I'm telling you, you are full of s***!
NP: So, do you live in a commune or not?
D: No, I don't really live in a commune!
--End of dialog--
Let's just say the nameless person took a lot of flak for the rest of the day. Also, since Cece (the store manager) put me on meat today instead of assembly, which is what I wanted to do, I'm having the Stasi from the commune go get her to put her into one of our education camps. Let's see if she ever makes that mistake again...
In other news, things have been going rather well lately. I've been continuing with the application process for missions, and pretty much all of the other stuff that I'm always doing, which basically includes work and church. My parents have been out of town this week visiting relatives in Kentucky and Ohio, so I've had the whole house to myself, which has been somewhat lonely (houses grow when you're the only one in them!), but I've also found some fun stuff to do to keep myself occupied. The best was yesterday, when I went up to Alton and past there on the Great River Road to Elsah and Pere Marquette State Park (Pere is pronounced like the French name Pierre). It was so neat! In Alton, I simply drove to a very beautiful hilltop park overlooking the Mississippi River. I read my Bible, prayed, and wrote in my journal up there. Then, I got back in my car and drove up the road several more miles to Elsah, Illinois, which I walked through in about 10-15 minutes. Elsah is this really cool little village with old style cottages and homes. There's a couple of neat little B&B's, a really neat inn which is up for sale, a couple of different town sights (the Village Hall is now a museum, and there's also a civic center and a music hall). There are two little churches (the Methodist church's pastor also just happens to be named Charles Schwabb), and a couple of other little shops and such. I've never been there, but My Just Desserts has been featured on Show Me St. Louis a couple of times, so I really want to try it sometime!
After Elsah, I drove up the road some more to Pere Marquette State Park. The lodge up there is so nice! I peed, looked through the gift shop a little bit, and then started making my way back down to Edwardsville. I stopped there and got my pictures developed at Walgreens (which I will also post on here after my dad gets home and shows me how to use the scanner).
Also, in some very sad news, my great aunt Mescal (we call her "Mec") died of Ovarian cancer last night. She was 85 years old. It came as such a shock too, as just about one or two weeks ago, she was hopping around like she was just fine. I don't recall ever having the chance of meeting her, but just the same, she will be missed by many here on Earth!
Anyway, I now need to finish doing laundry and then get to bed, as I am leaving in the morning to go visit friends in Murray! Yea! Good night everyone!
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