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<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 24pt; color: #800000" lang="EN-GB"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" lang="EN-GB"><font face="Times New Roman">George Carlin on age.</font></span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"><br />
<font face="Times New Roman">(Absolutely Brilliant)</font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"><br />
<font face="Times New Roman">Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. <br />
'How old are you?' <b>'</b>I'm four <b>and a half!' </b>You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.<br />
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. <br />
'How old are you?' 'I'm <b>gonna be </b>16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life.<span>&nbsp; </span>You <b>become</b> 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. <b>YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! </b><br />
But then you<b> turn </b>30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?<o:p></o:p></font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"><br />
<font face="Times New Roman">You<b> BECOME </b>21, you <b>TURN </b>30, then you're <b>PUSHING</b> 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you <b>REACH</b> 50 and your dreams are gone.</font><b><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman">But wait!!! </font></b><font face="Times New Roman">You <b>MAKE it </b>to 60. You didn't think you would!<br />
So you <b>BECOME</b> 21, <b>TURN</b> 30, <b>PUSH</b> 40, <b>REACH</b> 50 and <b>MAKE it </b>to 60.<br />
You've built up so much speed that you <b>HIT</b> 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! <br />
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You <b>get into </b>your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I <b>Was JUST </b>92.'<br />
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!' <br />
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!</font></span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB"><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman">HOW TO STAY YOUNG</font></span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"><br />
<font face="Times New Roman">1. </font></span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB"><font face="Times New Roman">Throw out nonessential numbers. </font></span></b><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay 'them.' <br />
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2. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Keep only cheerful friends. </span></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">The grouches pull you down.<br />
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3. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Keep learning.</span></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"> Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' <br />
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4. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Enjoy the simple things.</span></b></font><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman">5.</font></span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB"><font face="Times New Roman"> Laugh </font></span></b><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.<br />
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6. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">The tears happen.</span></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"> Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves (and God). Be ALIVE while you are alive. <br />
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7. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Surround yourself with what you love</span></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. <b>Your home is your refuge<u>.</u></b><br />
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8. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Cherish your health: </span></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. <br />
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9. </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Don't take guilt trips.</span></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB"> Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.<br />
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10.</span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">Tell the people you love that you love them</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: green" lang="EN-GB">, at every opportunity. </span></b></font><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" lang="EN-GB"><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman">AND ALWAYS REMEMBER</font></span></b><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">:<br />
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, </span><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB">but</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon" lang="EN-GB">by the moments that take our breath away.</span></font><span style="font-size: 14pt"><o:p></o:p></span></span>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Great Scripture]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 20:01:17 -0600</pubDate>
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<strong>The Great Commandment: &quot;<i>Jesus said, <u>'Love the Lord</u> your God with all your heart. . .soul. . .and mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: <u>Love your neighbor</u> as yourself. All the Law and Prophets hang on these two commandments.'&quot;.</i> Matt. 22:36-40 </strong>
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<strong>The Great Commission: &quot;<i>Jesus said, <u>'Go and make disciples</u> of all nations, <u>baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit</u>, and <u>teaching them</u> to obey everything I have commanded you.&quot;</i> Matt. 28:19-20</strong> 
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<title><![CDATA[The four boyfriends]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 19:37:29 -0600</pubDate>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'">Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.<br />
She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes<br />
and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but<br />
the best.<br />
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She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him<br />
off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would<br />
leave her for another.<br />
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She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always<br />
kind, considerate and patient with her.<br />
Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he<br />
would help her get through the difficult times.<br />
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The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great<br />
contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did<br />
not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly<br />
took notice of him.<br />
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One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She<br />
thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four boyfriends<br />
with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.<br />
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Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, I loved you the most, endowed you<br />
with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm<br />
dying, will you follow me and keep me company?<br />
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'No way!', replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked away without<br />
another word.<br />
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His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.<br />
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The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life.<br />
Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'<br />
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'No!', replied the 3rd boyfriend. 'Life is too good!<br />
When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!'<br />
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Her heart sank and turned cold.<br />
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She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for<br />
help and you've always been there for me.<br />
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When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?'<br />
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'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!', replied the 2nd<br />
boyfriend. 'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.'<br />
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His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was<br />
devastated.<br />
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Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter<br />
where you go.'<br />
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The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend.<br />
He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.<br />
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Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care<br />
of you when I had the chance!'<br />
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In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:<br />
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Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you<br />
lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die.<br />
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Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth. When you<br />
die, it will all go to others.<br />
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Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends . No matter how much<br />
they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up<br />
to the grave.<br />
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And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of<br />
wealth, power and pleasures of the world.<br />
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However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever<br />
you go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only<br />
part of you that will follow you to the throne of God and continue with<br />
you throughout Eternity.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: #0070c0; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"><br />
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