Unemployed Graduate

An unemployed graduate woke up one morning and checked his pocket. All he had left was $10. He decided to use it to buy food and then wait for death as he was too proud to go begging. He was frustrated as he could find no job, and nobody was ready to help him.
He bought food and as he sat down to eat, an old man and two little children came along and asked him to help them with food as they had not eaten for almost a week. He looked at them. They were so lean that he could see their bones coming out. Their eyes had gone into the socket.
With the last bit of compassion he had, he gave them the food. The old man and children prayed that God would bless and prosper him and then gave him a very old coin.
The young graduate said to them “you need the prayer more than I do”.
With no money, no job, no food, the young graduate went under the bridge to rest and wait for death. As he was about to sleep, he saw an old newspaper on the ground. He picked it up, and suddenly he saw an ad vertisement for people with old coins to come to a certain address.
He decided to go there with the old coin the old man gave him. On getting to the place, he gave the proprietor the coin. The proprietor screamed, brought out a big book and showed the young graduate a photograph. This same old coin was worth 3 million dollars. The young graduate was overjoyed as the proprietor gave him a bank draft for 3 million dollars within an hour. He collected the Bank Draft and went in search of the old man and little children.
By the time he got to where he left them eating, they had gone. He asked the owner of the canteen if he knew them. He said no but they left a note for you. He quickly opened the note thinking it would lead him to find them.
This is what the note said: “You gave us your all and we have rewarded you back with the coin” Signed God the Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost. 1 Kings 17:10-16; Matthew 11:28-30
Have you given all to Jesus Christ? If you haven’t, do so today and he will surprise you.
PRAYER:
Here is your financial blessing! It’s a simple prayer, you’ve got 30 seconds.
If you need a financial blessing, continue reading this e-mail.
Heavenly Father, most Gracious and Loving God,
I pray to you that you abundantly Bless my family and me. I know that you recognize, that a family is more than just a mother, father, sister, brother, husband and wife, but all Who believe and trust in you.
Father, I send up a prayer request for financial blessing for not only the person who sent this to me, but for Me and all that I have forwarded this message on to. And that the power of joined prayer by those who believe and trust in you is more powerful than anything.
I thank you in advance for your blessings.
Father God, deliver the person reading this right now and those who will read it in the near future from debt and debt burdens. Release your Godly wisdom that I may be a good steward over all that You have given me Father, for I know how wonderful and mighty You are and how if we just obey You and walk in Your word and have the faith of a Mustard seed that You will pour out blessings.
I thank You now Lord for the recent blessings I have received and for the blessings yet to come Because I know You are not done with me yet.
In Jesus name, I pray,
Amen
SEND THIS TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS ESPECIALLY THE ONE WHO SENT IT TO YOU AND YOU WILL BE BLESSED…

Tear Jerker

This will give you the chills……..GOOD chills.

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.

The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice.

The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?”

After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.

Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.

It was about ten o’clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, “God…If you still speak to

people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.”

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.

He shook his head and said out loud, “God is that you?” He didn’t get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.

The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

“Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, “Turn Down that street.”

This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.

Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.

Half jokingly, he said out loud, “Okay, God, I will”.

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, “Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.” The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.

“Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.” Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, “Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.”

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man’s voice yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?” Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he

just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn’t seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. “What is it?”

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, “Here, I brought this to you.” The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.

Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.”

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, “I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?”

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man’s hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.

He knew that God still answers prayers.

THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST….? If you believe that God is alive and well, send this to at least ten people and the person that sent it to you!!!!!!!!

This is so true. Sometimes it’s the simplest things that God asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He’s asking, to be able to hear. His voice more clear than ever. Please listen, and obey! It will bless you (and the world). Phil 4:13

This is an easy test, you score 100 or zero. It’s your choice.

If you aren’t ashamed to do this, please follow the directions. Jesus

said, “If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.”

Not ashamed Pass this on

Dad’s Empty Chair

A man’s daughter had asked the local minister to come
and pray with her father.

When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in
bed with his head propped up on two pillows.

An empty chair sat beside his bed.

The minister assumed that the old fellow had been
informed of his visit.

“I guess you were expecting me, he said.

‘No, who are you?” said the father.

The minister told him his name and then remarked,

“I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was
going to show up,”

“Oh yeah, the chair,” said the bedridden man.

“Would you mind closing the door?”

Puzzled, the minister shut the door.

“I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,”
said the man.

“But all of my life I have never known how to pray.

At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
but it went right over my head.”

I abandoned any attempt at prayer,” the old man
continued, “until one day four years ago, my best
friend said to me,

“Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a
conversation with Jesus.

Here is what I suggest.”

“Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of
you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.

It’s not spooky because he promised, ‘I will be with
you always’.

“Then just speak to him in the same way you’re doing
with me right now.”

“So, I tried it and I’ve liked it so much that I do it
a couple of hours every day.

I’m careful though If my daughter saw me talking to an
empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown or
send me off to the funny farm.”

The minister was deeply moved by the story and
encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.

Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and
returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the
minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.

Did he die in peace?” he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock , he
called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and
kissed me on the cheek.

When I got back from the store an hour later, I found
him dead.

But there was something strange about his death.

Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and
rested his head on the chair beside the bed.

What do you make of that?”

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
“I wish we could all go like that.”

Just send this to four people or more, and do not
break this, please.

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.

I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.

I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.

I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU…

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

In your Happy moments, praise God.

Difficult moments, seek God.

Quiet moments, worship God.

Painful moments, trust God.

Every moment, thank God.

Pass this on, Please don’t break the chain.

AIDS

The Cab Ride

 Hope this message finds it way to others you know as
 well . . .

 When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark
 except for a single light in a ground floor window.

 Under these circumstances, many drivers would just
 honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive
 away.

 But I had seen too many impoverished people who
 depended on taxis as their only means of
 transportation. Unless a situation smelled of
 danger, I always went to the door. This passenger
 might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned
 to myself.

 So I walked 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 90’s 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 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. “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.

 PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR
 WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW
 YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

 You won’t get any big surprise in 10 days if you
 send this to ten people.

 But, you might help make the world a little kinder
 and more compassionate by sending it on.

 Thank you, my friend…

 Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
 are here we might as well dance!