Why does anyone pay any attention to celebrities’ opinions?

A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at work.

Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them and hides in the bedroom closet to watch.

Ecclesiastes 3:3-

“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for everything under heaven.”

God’s accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs. For example: the eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days – those of the canary in 14 days – those of the barnyard hen in 21 days – the eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days – those of the mallard in 35 days – the eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days. FYI, the Colorado Potato Beetle’s egg measure about 1.5 mm long. On other hand, the Ostrich egg can measure 6 inches in length and 15-18 inches in diameter. (Notice, they are all divisible by seven, the number of days in a week!)

Psalm 145:9-

“The Lord is good to all, and His mercies are over His works.”

God’s wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. Male elephants can grow to 14 feet and weigh more than 12,000 pounds (6 tons). They can drink 50 or more gallons of water a day. For these reasons He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily.

Or again, the horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first.

 

Psalm 104:24-

“O Lord, how many are Thy works! In wisdom Thou has made

them all; the earth is full of Thy treasures.”

How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation! God’s wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains. All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified 30 fold, 60 fold, and a 100 fold all even numbers. A light crop of wheat will produce 30 grains on each stalk, while a good crop of wheat will produce 60 grains on each stalk.

Each watermelon has an even number of stripes on the rind. The ordinary watermelon will have 10 stripes on it. The larger ones may have 12 to 16 stripes, but always in even numbers.

Each orange has an even number of segments. Each ear of corn has an even number of rows. Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains. Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number.

Matthew 6:28-29,

“And why are you anxious about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the

field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin.”

“Yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory did not clothe

himself like one of these.”

God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day. Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!

The dandelion will grow above its surroundings whether the grass be 2 inches, 10 inches, or 20 inches, for it must get up into the sunlight.

Psalm 89:9-

“Thou dost rule the swelling of the sea; when its waves rise,

Thou dost still them.”

The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather. Water will travel from the roots of a tree to the top-most leaf of a tree 265 feet high and no one understands why.

Ephesians 1:11,

“Also we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according

to His purpose who works all things after the counsel of His will.”

The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only the One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a profitable end. Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil – it has no point.

ADDED THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

When you carry the Bible, Satan has a headache, when you open it, he collapses, when he sees you reading it, he loses his strength, and when you stand on the Word of God, Satan can’t hurt you!

Do you know this man who impeached Nixon?
 

 
   
He is Edward “Ed” Mezvinsky, born January 17, 1937.
Then you’ll probably say, “Who is Ed Mezvinsky?”
 
Well, he is a former Democrat congressman who represented Iowa’s 1st congressional district in the United States House of Representatives for two terms, from 1973 to 1977.
 
He sat on the House Judiciary Committee that decided the fate of Richard Nixon.
 
He was outspoken saying that Nixon was a crook and a disgrace to politics and the nation and should be impeached.
 
He and the Clintons were friends and very politically intertwined for many years.
 
Ed Mezvinsky had an affair with NBC News reporter Marjorie Sue Margolies and later married her after his wife divorced him.
 
In 1993, Marjorie Margolies-Mezvinsky, then a freshman Democrat in Congress, cast the deciding vote that got President Bill Clinton’s controversial tax package through the House of Representatives.
 
In March 2001, Mezvinsky was indicted and later pleaded guilty to 31 of 69 counts of bank fraud,  mail fraud, and wire fraud.
 
Ed Mezvinsky embezzled   more than $10 million dollars from people via both a Ponzi scheme and the notorious Nigerian e-mail scams.
 
He was found guilty and sentenced to 80 months in federal prison.
 
After serving less than five years in federal prison, he was released in April 2008 and remains on federal probation.  
To this day, he still owes $9.4 million in restitution to his victims.
 
About now you are saying, “So what!”
 
Well, this is Marc and Chelsea Mezvinsky.

That’s right; Ed   Mezvinsky   is Chelsea   Clinton’s   father – in   law .
 
Now Marc and Chelsea are in their early thirties and purchased a $10.5 million dollar NYC apartment (after being married in George Soros’ mansion).
 
Has anyone heard mention of any of this in any of the media?
 
If this guy was Jenna or Barbara Bush’s, or better yet, Sarah Palin’s daughter’s father-in- law, the news would be an everyday headline and every detail would be reported over and over.
 
And yet say there are no double standards in political reporting.
 
And then there is possibly Chelsea for president in our future!
 
The   cycle   never   ends

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The Cremation of Sam McGee

Robert W. Service  1874 – 1958

 

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

I cremated Sam McGee.

 

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,

where the cotton blooms and blows

Why he left his home in the South to roam

‘round the Pole, God only knows.

He was always cold but the land of gold

seemed to hold him like a spell;

Though he’d often say in his homely way

that he’d sooner live in Hell.

 

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way

over the Dawson trail.

Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold

it stabbed like a driven nail.

If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze

till sometimes we couldn’t see,

It wasn’t much fun, but the only one

to whimper was Sam McGee.

 

And that very night, as we lay packed tight

in our robes beneath the snow,

And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead

were dancing heel and toe,

He turned to me, and “Cap”, says he,

“I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;

And if I do, I’m asking that you

won’t refuse my last request.”

 

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no;

then he says with a sort of moan,

“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold

till I’m chilled clean through to the bone

Yet ‘taint being dead-it’s my awful dread

of the icy grave that pains;

So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,

you’ll cremate my last remains.

 

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed,

so I swore I would not fail;

And we started on at the streak of dawn

but God! he looked ghastly pale.

He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day

of his home in Tennessee;

And before nightfall a corpse was all

that was left of Sam McGee.

 

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death,

and I hurried, horror-driven

With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid,

because of a promise given;

It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say.

“You may tax your brawn and brains,

But you promised true, and it’s up to you

to cremate these last remains”.

 

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,

and the trail has its own stern code,

In the days to come, though my lips were dumb

in my heart how I cursed that load!

In the long, long night, by the lone firelight,

while the huskies, round in a ring,

Howled out their woes to the homeless snows–

Oh God, how I loathed the thing!

 

And every day that quiet clay

seemed to heavy and heavier grow;

And on I went, though the dogs were spent

and the grub was getting low.

The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,

but I swore I would not give in;

And I’d often sing to the hateful thing,

and it hearkened with a grin.

 

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,

and a derelict there lay;

It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice

it was called the Alice May,

And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,

and I looked at my frozen chum;

Then “Here”, said I, with a sudden cry, “is my

cre-ma-tor-eum”!

 

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor

and I lit the boiler fire;

Some coal I found that was lying around,

and I heaped the fuel higher;

The flames just soared, and the furnace roared

such a blaze you seldom see,

And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,

and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

 

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like

to hear him sizzle so;

And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled,

and the wind began to blow,

It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled

down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;

And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak

went streaking down the sky.

 

I do not know how long in the snow

I wrestled with grisly fear;

But the stars came out and they danced about

ere again I ventured near;

I was sick with dread, but I bravely said,

“I’ll just take a peep inside.

I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”.

Then the door I opened wide.

 

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,

in the heart of the furnace roar;

And he wore a smile you could see a mile,

and he said, “Please close that door.

It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear

you’ll let in the cold and storm–

Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,

it’s the first time I’ve been warm”.

 

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

I cremated Sam McGee.

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