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Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
December 18, 2010

This is  one of the best Christmas stories!!!  Get your box of Kleenex….  Kenny  T

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities.  But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors.   It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881.  I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas.  We did the  chores early that night for some reason.  I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched…

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Originally posted on Morning Story and Dilbert:

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
March 22, 2000

The white frame country church beside the road had stood for almost 100 years and was the center of religious as well as social life for the people of the valley. About a dozen families worshiped there. One of the members of the rural church was ten-year-old Billy Jenkins, an average kid in a community of average families.

The story began just before Christmas one year. Pastor Lee, the leader of the church, suggested that the congregation think of a project the church could do as a whole to bring honor to the celebration of Jesus’ birth.

It didn’t take long for folks to speak up. Nearly everyone had an idea to share. Ben Johnson, the Men’s Sunday school teacher, thought the church should have a new podium. Mrs. Ima Lacy suggested painting the inside of the sanctuary a lovely shade of pink to brighten…

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Originally posted on Morning Story and Dilbert:

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
December 13, 1999

This is a two cup story…    Kleenex needed…..    Kenny  T

Cup One
Dear Mom,

We’re still in Bethlehem–Mary and I and little Jesus.

There were lots of things I couldn’t talk to you about last summer. You wouldn’t have believed me then, but maybe I can tell you now. I hope you can understand.

You know, Mom, I’ve always loved Mary. You and dad used to tease me about her when she was still a girl. She and her brothers used to play on our street. Our families got together for supper. But the hardest day of my life came scarcely a year ago when I was twenty and she only fifteen. You remember that day, don’t you?

The trouble started after we were betrothed and signed the marriage agreement at our engagement. That same spring Mary had left abruptly to visit her…

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morningstoryanddilbert:

Please enjoy this Christmas reblog. My wife and her sister are singing songs of praise to our Heavenly Father as we watch my mother inlaw slowly journey into eternity… Take care and God Bless :-) Kenny T

Originally posted on Morning Story and Dilbert:

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
December 16, 1994

Last December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations – extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he’d been memorizing songs for his school’s “Winter Pageant.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there’d be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal…

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Originally posted on apple hill cottage:

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When we were seventeen,
We carved our initials
on the inside of this bridge.

Desecrating public property,
Yes. I know.

Thirty some years later
we drove down that same road
to see if we could find the bridge,
the carved initials.

The bridge was there
spanning the little creek.
Newer initials had replaced ours.
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Older and wiser,
we no longer needed
to carve our initials
for posterity,
But were happy
with the remembering.

Last year they tore it down.
Carefully.
Every board numbered.
It took almost eight months,
but now it stands again.
Rebuilt. Repainted. Restored.
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Cox Farm Bridge. Built 1940. Rebuilt 2013.

I’m grateful for memories, for stories, and for those who care enough about covered bridges to make them historical landmarks.

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Originally posted on Essential Thinking:

As well as the daily readings by Simon Guillebaud that I mentioned in my previous post, I’ve been reading through Pauls first letter to the church in Thessalonica this week. There’s lots in there about hope- he uses the word ‘encourage’ about 10 times (I haven’t counted, its a guesstimate) in quite a short letter, and also lots of ‘giving thanks for…’- Paul is both encouraged by them, and also wants to encourage them. But what for?

The reading I had this morning, which linked to Psalm 121 (I lift my eyes up to the hills, where does my hope come from? My hope comes from you Lord…) helped me to focus my thoughts on what we’re about, what Paul was saying to the church in northern Macedonia- Hope. Keep hoping. Don’t give up hoping. Look higher than your current difficulties and hope.

This week I’ve been organising a number…

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Originally posted on mindbodysoulsisters:

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Can you believe it?! The holidays are upon us! And for our family, that means lots and lots of baking and cookie decorating, listening to Christmas music as much as possible, and of course, finding the time to watch all of those wonderful classic Christmas movies:

A Christmas story, Miracle on 34th Street, White Christmas, A Christmas Carol, and of course, my absolute favorite Christmas classic…Elf.

I honestly can’t get enough of that movie – Elf. I force my family to watch it several times throughout the year (although they don’t appreciate it nearly as much as they should :-)).  I can quote pretty much the entire movie and I faithfully follow the code of the elves 365 days a year. Allow me to share it with you:

*Treat every day like Christmas

*There’s room for everyone on the nice list

*The best way to spread Christmas cheer is…

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