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            <title>A BROTHER LIKE THAT</title>
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            <description>&lt;h5 class=&quot;text&quot; style=&quot;padding-left: 0%; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present.
On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin
was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Is this your car, Mister?&quot; he asked.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Paul nodded. &quot;My brother gave it to me for Christmas.&quot; The boy was
astounded. &quot;You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost
you nothing?  Boy, I wish...&quot; He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what
he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like
that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;I wish,&quot; the boy went on, &quot;that I could be a brother like that.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added,
&quot;Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Oh yes, I'd love that.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said,
&quot;Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?&quot; Paul smiled a
little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his
neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was
wrong again.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Will you stop where those two steps are?&quot; the boy asked. He ran up
the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he
was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He
sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him
and pointed to the car. &quot;There she is, Buddy, just like I told you
upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost
him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then
you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas
windows that I've been trying to tell you about.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The
shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of
them began a memorable holiday ride.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said:
&quot;It is more blessed to give...&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My Holiday Wish for the World Is That&lt;br&gt;
We all Could Be Brothers Like That.&lt;br&gt;
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               [ Author Unknown -- from 'andychaps_the-funnies' ]
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            <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 16:04:47 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST</title>
            <link>http://makeyourlifecount.yolasite.com/blog/blog/living-life-to-the-fullest</link>
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A great story comes out of American baseball. Even if you don’t like or understand the game, I think you will enjoy this story.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
One night, a Dodgers minor league team coached by legendary Tommy 
Lasorda was leading a Tucson, Arizona team by one run in the eighth 
inning, but Tucson had the bases loaded with two outs. According to Don 
Martin in Team Think (Penguin books, Ltd., 1993), Lasorda decided to pep
 up his pitcher, a left-hander named Bobby O'Brien.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Lasorda slowly walked out to the mound and said, &quot;Bobby, if the heavens 
opened up right now and you could hear the voice of the Big Dodger in 
the sky and he said to you, 'Bobby, you're going to die and come up to 
heaven, and this is the last batter you're ever going to face,' how 
would you like the meet the Lord, getting this man out or letting him 
get a hit from you?&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;I'd want to face him getting this guy out,&quot; O'Brien replied.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;That's right,&quot; said Lasorda, &quot;you would. Now, how do you know that 
after you throw the next pitch you're not going to die? This might 
really be the last hitter you're ever going to face and if it is, you'll
 want to face the Lord getting him out.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Lasorda figured it was just about the best pep talk ever and he strutted
 confidently back to the dugout. O'Brien wound up and threw the pitch. 
The batter lined a base hit to right field, knocking in two runs.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Lasorda was beside himself. &quot;Bobby, what happened?&quot; he asked.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;It's like this, Skip,&quot; said O'Brien. &quot;You had me so worried about dying I couldn't concentrate on the batter!&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I know that many people are worried about dying. In fact, they are so 
concerned about it they can't even enjoy what is right before them. But 
there are other people who, when they think about their own death and 
how little time they may have left, actually live more intentionally and
 more fully.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, a long-time student of death and dying, put 
it like this: &quot;It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a
 limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our 
time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it
 was the only one we had.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's true; all of us have a limited time here on earth. But we DO have today.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
As for me, I just want to live today as fully as possible -- as if there were not going to be many more tomorrows.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
~ Steve Goodier ~
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            <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 15:41:47 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>OUR GREATEST GIFT</title>
            <link>http://makeyourlifecount.yolasite.com/blog/blog/our-greatest-gift</link>
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&quot;Recently, a friend told me a story about twins talking to each
other in the womb. The sister said to the brother, &quot;I believe there
is life after birth.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Her brother protested vehemently, &quot;No, no, this is all there is.
This is a dark and cozy place, and we have nothing else to do
but cling to the cord that feeds us.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The little girl insisted. &quot;There must be something more than this
dark place. There must be something else, a place with light
where there is freedom to move.&quot; Still she could not convince
her twin brother.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 After some silence, the sister said, hesitantly, &quot;I have
something else to say, and I'm afraid you won't believe that
either, but I think there is a mother.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Her brother became furious. &quot;A mother!&quot; He shouted. &quot;What are
you talking about? I have never seen a mother, and neither have
you. Who put that idea in your head? As I told you, this place is
all we have. Why do you always want more? This is not such a
bad place, after all. We have all we need, so let's be content.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The sister was quite overwhelmed by her brother's response
and for a while didn't dare say anything more. But she couldn't
let go of her thoughts, and since she had only her twin brother
to speak to, she finally said, &quot;Don't you feel these squeezes
every once in a while? They're quite unpleasant and sometimes
even painful.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Yes,&quot; he answered. &quot;What's special about that?&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Well,&quot; the sister said, I think that these squeezes are there to
get us ready for another place, much more beautiful than this,
where we will see our mother face-to-face. Don't you think
that's exciting?&quot;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&quot;How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we
should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The
reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.
Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be
has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears,
we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.&quot;&lt;br&gt;
1 John 3:1-2 (NIV)
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            <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 15:39:31 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>THE PARABLE OF THE LOST SON</title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;yui-img&quot; src=&quot;http://makeyourlifecount.yolasite.com/blog/resources/the-prodigal-son.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width:325px;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot; class=&quot;f&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot; class=&quot;f&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Jesus continued: &quot;There was a 
man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give 
me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off 
for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 
After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole 
country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to
 a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He 
longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but 
no one gave him anything.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men
 have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and
 go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against 
heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; 
make me like one of your hired men.' So he got up and went to his 
father.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was 
filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around
 him and kissed him.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
“The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.'
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and 
put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring 
the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For 
this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'
 So they began to celebrate.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house,
 he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked 
him what was going on.
'Your brother has come,' he replied, 'and your father has killed the 
fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.'
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went
 out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, 'Look! All these 
years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you
 never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 
But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with 
prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!'
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;'My son,' the father said, 'you are always with me, and everything I 
have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother
 of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found'&quot; (&lt;a class=&quot;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth/luke-15.htm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luke 15:11-32&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp;
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