Thursday, December 28, 2006
> A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!!!
> Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ
> Date: Every day. Traditionally, December 25
> but He's always around, so the date is flexible...
> Time: Whenever you're ready.
> (Please don't be late, though, or you'll miss out on all the
> Place: In your heart.... He'll meet you there.
> (You'll hear Him knock.)
> Attire: Come as you are... grubbies are okay.
> He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about
> new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the
> Tickets: Admission is free. He's
> already paid for everyone...
> (He says you wouldn't have been
> able to afford it anyway...
> it cost Him everything He had. But
> you do need to accept the ticket!!
> Refreshments: New wine, bread, and a
> far-out drink He calls "Living Water,"
> followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!
> Gift Suggestions: ; Your life. He's one of those
> people who already has everything else.
> (He's very generous in return though.
> Just wait until you see what He has for you!)
> Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth,
> Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness,
> Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power,
> Eternity in Paradise, Contentment, and much more!
> (All "G" rated, so bring your family and friends.)
> R.S.V.P. Very Important!
> He must know ahead so He can
> reserve a spot for you at the table.
> Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for future
> reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life."
> Party being given by His Kids (that's us!!)!
> Hope to see you there! For those of you whom I will
> see at the party, share this with someone today!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
I promise you that you will be blessed by them. And feel free to add him to your friends list and comment while you are there.
We all have an obligation to get God's Word out to the world. These videos are an excellent way to do that so feel free to add them to your profile as well!!
Again, his MySpace address is www.myspace.com/jandscates
I love you all!
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
> Stephanie thought you might enjoy checking out this blog on MySpace.com!
You don't have to join MySpace.com to view the blog. Just use the link
And FYI if anyone is interested you can view my MySpace page at
http://www.myspace.com/stephanieangelcates . If you come to my page and
want to add me as a friend, please drop me a message letting me know that
you came there from my Blogger page so I will know that people are actually
reading this!! ;-)
Until next time.......be blessed!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Thanks so much. God bless!!
Stephanie and Bo
One of our employees here at Labcorp. Her daughter went to Walmart
Saturday night, when she was going to her car, a lady fell at the back
of her car. She through her pocketbook and bags in the car and stepped
back to help her, she was just lying on the pavement. When she got to
her she looked up and saw two other girls running towards her, it
her so she jumped back in her car. There was a man beside of her in
another car, she rolled down her window and ask if he would help. He
just yelled at them and said we are calling 911, all three took off
running, ( YES EVEN THE ONE WHO HAD FELL ) so please if you go to
Walmart and someone falls behind your car and seems to be hurt, just
tell them you will call 911 or run over them. Nothing seems to amaze
anymore, but at Christmas time they seem to fall out of the sky.
This was at Walmart on Garden Road.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
> Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a
> picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling.
> "Your friend?" Your sister?
> "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he
> Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw
> her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
> "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the
> child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.
> Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face,
> asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
> When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the
> child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
> "What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
> "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old
> woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to
> collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
> "The girl in the photograph .. my granddaughter .. well, you see ..
> has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the
> holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa
> ... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's
> asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."
> Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave
> with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could
> Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon.
> He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that
> hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the
> least I can do."
> When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening,
> he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was
> staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to
> Children's Hospital.
> "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
> Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier
> that day. "C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
> Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.
> They found out which room Sarah was in.
> A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
> Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and
> little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her
> family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met
> earlier that day.
> A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently
> pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.
> And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a
> chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking
> quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family,
> and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and
> a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho,
> ho, ho!"
> "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed
> run to him, IV tubes in tact.
> Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender
> of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and
> excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald
> patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he
> at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to
> force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon
> Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women
> the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to
> bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully,
> whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining
> Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the
> toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good
> that year. As their tim e together dwindled, Santa felt led in his
> spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for
> permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the
> entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands.
> Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in
> "Oh, yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.
> "Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said. Laying
> hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked
> that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease He
> asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he
> finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,
> "Silent Night, Holy Night - all is calm, all is bright." The family
> joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of
> hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When
> the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held
> frail, small hands in his own.
> "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that
> is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with
> your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at
> Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to
> this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to.
> He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or
> toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
> "Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
> He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room
> Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed
> between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother
> slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank
> "My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This
> the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
> One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for
> his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went
> by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
> "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
> "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down
> After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each
> child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
> "You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.
> Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little
> and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely
> her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much
> different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He
> looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines
> smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
> That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
> He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing
> -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed.
> Cancer-free. Alive and well.
> He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you,
> Father. ' Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"
> If you believe in miracles you will pass this on. I did!!
> LIFE IS GOD'S GIFT TO YOU ...
> HOW YOU LIVE IT IS YOUR GIFT TO GOD, YOURSELF AND LOVED ONES.
Sent: Sunday, December 10, 2006 10:16 PM
I love all of my family at lighthousebaptistchrch my father god and my brother jesus has so much for us to do and one of the things is love ever body.I love you all so much and god bless you all love brother bo. __________________
Thursday, December 07, 2006
> > > share it with my family and dearest friends:
> > >
> > > I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in
> > > on Colorado Blvd.., and the car started to choke and splutter and
> die -=
> > > I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only
> > > I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to
> > > ait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make
> > > he call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and
> > > t looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I
> > > out to see if she was okay.
> > >
> > > When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs
> > > that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard
> > > th dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her
> > > , and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.
> > >
> > > At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman,
> > > ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in
> > > car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.
> > >
> > > I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept
> > > ying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other
> > > ide of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California
> > > that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you
> > > praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her
> > > was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."
> > >
> > > I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump
> > > she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked
> > > o the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift
> > > ificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the
> > > s in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump
> > > ng fries and talking a little.
> > >
> > > She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City .. Her
> > > left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She
> > > she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation
> > > ad finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5
> > > ears. They lived in California and said she could come live with them
> > > d try to get on her feet there.
> > >
> > > So she packed up everything she owned in the car She told the kids
> > > were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going
> > > live there.
> > >
> > > I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her
> > > safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So,
> > > you like an angel or something?"
> > >
> > > This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year
> > > ls are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."
> > >
> > > It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of
> > > se, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got
> > > e home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but
> > > suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.
> > >
> > > Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the
> > > er of their wings...
> > >
> > > Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain
> > > He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
> > >
> > > My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
> > > ecially for the months in 2006 , and I picked you.
> > >
> > > Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed and a copy back
> > > o me.
> > >
> > > This prayer is powerful and prayer is one of the best gifts we
> > > There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one
> > > other.
> > >
> > > Here is the prayer:
> > >
> > > "Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends,
> > > es and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new
> > > of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their
> > > rit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and
> > > ercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through
> > > ur grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen."
> > >
> > > I know I picked more than four and you can, too.
> > > When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could You
> > > e get that for me?"
> > >
> > > Being blessed is GOOD...being HIGHLY FAVORED is best! <?XML:NAMESPACE
> > > EFIX =3D O /> =
> > >
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
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