Daily Archives April 8, 2015


\”Dancing is silent poetry.\”


In all the world there is nobody like you. Since the beginning of time
there has never been another person like you. Nobody has your smile, your eyes, your hands, your hair. Nobody owns your handwriting, your voice.
You\’re Special. Nobody can paint your brush strokes. Nobody has your taste for food or music or dance or art. Nobody in the universe sees things as you do.
You\’re special.
In all time there has never been anyone who laughs in exactly your way.
You\’re different from any other person who has ever lived in the history of the universe. You are the only one in the whole of creation who has your particular set of abilities. Nobody in the universe can reach the quality of the combination of your talents, your feelings.
Through all eternity no one will ever walk, talk, think or do e...

Have You Tasted My Jesus?

At the University of Chicago Divinity School each year they have what is called \”Baptist Day\”. It is a day when all the Baptists in the area are invited to the school because they want the Baptist dollars to keep coming in.

On this day each one is to bring a lunch to be eaten outdoors in a grassy picnic area. Every \”Baptist Day\” the school would invite one of the greatest minds to lecture in the theological education enter.

One year they invited Dr. Paul Tillich. Dr. Tillich spoke for 2 ? hours proving that the resurrection of Jesus was false. He quoted scholar after scholar and book after book...

Divine Code Writing

Between moments of dispensing wisdom, managing things ecclesiastic, and occasionally intervening in world affairs, it seems that earth\’s religious leaders had also learned computer programming. One day, a great contest was held to test their skills.

After days and days of fierce competition, only two leaders remained for the last day\’s event: Jesus and Mohammed. The judge described the software application required for the final test, and gave the signal to start writing code.

The two contestants feverishly typed away on their keyboards. Routines, classes, applets and applications flew by on their screens at incredible speeds. Windows, dialogs, and other intricate graphics began forming on their monitors. The clock showed that the contest would soon be finished...

My True Best Friend

I couldn\’t believe I was here… I couldn\’t believe this was happening to me. I just stared there looking at my Best friend of 5 years, laying in a casket. She died on Halloween 1996. She had just turned 16. I didn\’t know it then but it was the beginning to a whole new era although feeling like the end. My older sister went to the visitation with me.

Since Andrea was always at our house they too had become friends. She walked up there with me to see her. I kept thinking to myself no way this is real…I just talked to her yesterday and heard her laughing. I remember looking at her smiling face. It hit me then how precious life is..how your here one minute then gone the next.

She was driving and lost control boom she was instantaneously out of this world, and out of my life...