Written by By Rev. James L. Snyder

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He once told me he had eaten about every kind of bird there was inrepparttar state of Florida. Then with a twinkle in his eye he would say, "Course, some you needed ‘bout a dozen or so to make a good sandwich."

He frequently came to my church study, and when he should have been mowingrepparttar 118116 lawn and I should have been busy with church work, he regaled me with enchanting stories of those early days in Florida.

It wasn't long before I could repeat his stories, as well as he. Towardrepparttar 118117 end, he would confuserepparttar 118118 stories and mix them up somewhat, but I never corrected him. I was tempted, but they were his stories and I figure a man should have liberty in telling his stories any way he pleases.

We would be talking in my office andrepparttar 118119 telephone would ring. We would look atrepparttar 118120 ringing telephone and he would laugh. "Bet I know who's callin'."

He was always right. It was his wife, wondering where her husband was, who should've been home an hour ago.

During my interview at my present church, he was onrepparttar 118121 examining board. All throughrepparttar 118122 interview, he sat there just looking me over, not saying a word. Finally, atrepparttar 118123 end he spoke up.

"All I want to know is, Pastor, when wasrepparttar 118124 last time you went fishin'?"

Atrepparttar 118125 time, I did not know what he meant and mumbled something torepparttar 118126 effect that I was too busy for such nonsense. He just smiled. A smile I was to come to know and appreciate.

He had a way of saying something to you without ruffling your feathers, but more important, he knew when he had said enough.

Years later I know exactly what he meant.

I'm reminded of a saying of another friend of mine, "Either come apart and rest awhile, or you'll simply come apart."

During these busy days, it is easy to forget how important it is to slow down and take everything in stride. It'srepparttar 118127 same old story; so much to do and so little time.

The Bible states this truth in a wonderful way. "There remaineth therefore a rest torepparttar 118128 people of God. For he that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from his. Let us labour therefore to enter into that rest, lest any man fall afterrepparttar 118129 same example of unbelief." (Hebrews 4:9-11 KJV.)

If it is true that everyone has a double, I fully expect to meet me coming around a corner, somewhere.

Rev. James L. Snyder is an award winning author and popular columnist living with his wife, Martha, in Ocala, FL.


Written by Victoria Elizabeth

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Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

And as forrepparttar gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just forrepparttar 118115 boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific. No candy or sweets...they were bad forrepparttar 118116 tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raisedrepparttar 118117 hackles of those psychological Who claimedrepparttar 118118 only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passé; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today.

His sack was quite empty, limp torepparttar 118119 ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angeringrepparttar 118120 left orrepparttar 118121 right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere...even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."


Victoria Elizabeth is a mild-mannered maven with a penchant for observing pithy, peculiar or plainly laughable things while encountering Life, the Universe, and Everything in between from her pleasure palace at www.quippingqueen.blogspot.com

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