There is within me true and bright,
A love for You, Lord, that is pure and right.
Your love has filled my soul with fire,
You have become my heart’s desire.
The beauty of Your wondrous grace
Bids me come and seek Your face.
To bend my knees before your throne,
To worship you and call heaven home.
To seek your face is my heart’s cry,
And into your presence, there I would fly.
—Charles Powell
4-5-2004(revised 12-10-05)
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Why Own a Dog
I have no idea how I came by this:
HUMOR WHY OWN A DOG
Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a house full with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet, the food bill grows larger, you owe money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other dog folks, who all live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
But winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game!!
Sinapup
HUMOR WHY OWN A DOG
Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a house full with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet, the food bill grows larger, you owe money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other dog folks, who all live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
But winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game!!
Sinapup
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Missional Ministries
1 person who trains one other person to train a third each year would result in world wide conversions of significance in thirty-three years. So why hasn't it been done? I think that first, God never forces our love for Himself or for others. Secondly, we lose the path due to importance, influence, pride. As one said, if they gave you a plaque for extreme humility, they would take in back if you hang it on your wall.
My own experience after about 24 years was to quit making disciples. I had been faithfully reproducing myself in the lives of others, teaching them all I knew about Jesus Christ. Col.1:28,29. Then the great declension and I was out of it for another twenty, where I did almost nothing to build individuals into Kingdom Builders. In the course of our marriage, my wife met some of those I trained, discipled, whatever and asked me "Why don't you do what you are good at?" So I got started. I have three key guys at varying levels of maturity who are on their way to becoming reproducing Christians.
For heaven's sake, pray for them. Pray for me. Pray for yourself, and the part you can play.
Coach Charles
My own experience after about 24 years was to quit making disciples. I had been faithfully reproducing myself in the lives of others, teaching them all I knew about Jesus Christ. Col.1:28,29. Then the great declension and I was out of it for another twenty, where I did almost nothing to build individuals into Kingdom Builders. In the course of our marriage, my wife met some of those I trained, discipled, whatever and asked me "Why don't you do what you are good at?" So I got started. I have three key guys at varying levels of maturity who are on their way to becoming reproducing Christians.
For heaven's sake, pray for them. Pray for me. Pray for yourself, and the part you can play.
Coach Charles
Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort. —Franklin D. Roosevelt
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