Source: olusamuelsStudent proves God’s existence scientifically
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother…
A New York City taxi driver wrote:
“I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift, I thought about just driving away but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.’
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now.’
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ she asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said.
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware…beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.”wow
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Source: ashjam
Finally I think we are always where we need to be and where i always wanted us to be in this relationship. It took longer than I expected it would, but I guess it’s better late then never, right?
I think it just might work now:)
I just want to thank the Lord for his love and guidance and the strength He has given to me to do the things I needed to do.
I had four essays to do over the Easter holiday and while I had intentions to finish them all by week 4 that didn’t happen. Week 5 came and I had three almost complete essays (but unrevised) and one blank document. I had been functioning on 3-4 hours of sleep a day and I was exhausted. The stress of having to submit 4 essays within 24 hours was taking its toll on me. The night before my last two essays were due I went to bed knowing that the essay was excuse my language ..shit but my brain was too dead to attempt to revise it. So I went to bed praying that I might be able to wake up and have the energy and clarity of mind to fix it. I woke up at 4 the next morning and although I knew I was actually tired I felt like I had just woken up after a 10 hour sleep. I did a complete overhaul of that essay, revised it and then worked on the other essay not even feeling that I was tired. By 12 o’clock when I submitted the essays I felt complete satisfaction and knew I definitely didn’t achieve this on my own.
Thank you God for Your Love and Grace :)
My purest and most passionate piece yet. This song captures the heart of Jesus Christ & how our sinful ways hurt Him. Please watch and be blessed.
Also check out Paapa’s other songs at http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_12752742 :)
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Interesting to see how this will turn out finally and the price range. All the best!
This is what Ramzi and I have been working on. We just announced our first Tablet. Dubbed the “NeoTab.” Yeah Ghana we made you proud right?
Special thanks go out to Peter Zhu for making this possible and giving us a chance and Armstrong for filming this.
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As a child I liked to think I was good-hearted. That if God really did have x-ray vision he could see mine and it would be filled with colour, sugar and all the things that went into the mixing bowl used to make the Powerpuff Girls (is that show even still on?). As much as I’m aware that this…
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Source: youngthatiamLast night I made a deal with the devil inside of me. Made him promise me 3 nails in exchange for my dignity. He handed them over, and told me their names. I could not return them back to sender but I could express deliver them to their destination of pain.
Fear, Pride and Lust. And each time he…
