He arrived this morning, we had prayer,
spent some time just talking,
He held me for a while, and then
He  was on His way to your place.

When he gets to your PC,
escort him to the next stop..
Please don’t allow him to sleep on your PC.
The message he is carrying is very important
and needs to go round.

May God bless you as you do this – AMEN.

Walking for Jesus! – - – - – - Say a prayer, then pass him on to bless others. Our assignment is to love and spread the gospel throughout the world. Have a blessed day and touch some body’s life today! I just did.

He’s walking around the world – via e-mail!! Pass it on, so he can get there.

When you forward, put where he left in the subject box.

Put your problems on probation
Run your troubles off the track,
Throw your worries out the window
Get the monkeys off your back.

Silence all your inner critics
With your conscience make amends,
And allow yourself some happiness
It’s Christmas time again!

Call a truce with those who bother you
Let all the fighting cease,
Give your differences a breather
And declare a time of peace,

Don’t let angry feelings taint
The precious time you have to spend,
And allow yourself some happiness
It’s Christmas time again!

Like some cool refreshing water
Or a gentle summer breeze,
Like a fresh bouquet of flowers
Or the smell of autumn leaves,

It’s a banquet for the spirit
Filled with family, food and friends,
So allow yourself some happiness
It’s Christmas time again!

- – - written by Bob Lazzar-Atwood

In todays’ day and time,
it’s easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.

When we go shopping,
We say “How much will it cost?”
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.

Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.

The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the child
Whose bed was made of hay.

In reality,
When we look into the night sky,
We don’t see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.

A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know.

- – - written by Brian K. Walters