They wanted to live life like you and I. Continue reading
Shannon Johnson saved the life of Denise Peraza. He is a war hero and he should be praised and honored as one. All in the Inland Hospital’s conference room party just last week were involuntarily initiated into a war. Shannon along with the rapidly responding police force are heroes in a war that could only be conceived by demons. Continue reading
Zak chose peace!
A sorrowful Mr. Kurdi returned to Kobane to bury a son. His wife and two sons died trying to escape the terror of Kobane. He lost all he had in the world, Mr Kurdi did.
Nothing can compensate me, he said tearfully. If you gave me the entire world, it doesn’t worth a bit compared to the loss of my children. All I seek is that God gives me patience.
I was dreaming for my family and they have gone, so the dream has gone as well. I have buried my soul, feelings and mind in the grave.
Aylan’s lifeless body was photographed washed up on a beach in Bodrum. This may have been a turning point in the migrant’s struggle to escape the ravages of war in Syria. Continue reading
Here is story of an intimate part of Jolie’s life.
Zamperini’s daughter, Cynthia Garris, recalled a particularly stormy day in New South Wales, Australia when sunlight was desperately needed to shoot an important scene.
“[Angelina] said, ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do, so I’ll do what Louie would do,’” Garris said at a recent press conference. “She got on her knees, and she prayed for a miracle. . . everybody saw it. It stopped raining. The sun came out, a rainbow came out. She said, ‘Let’s get this take,’ [and] they shot the take. When she said ‘cut,’ it started to rain again.”
Jolie, said Garris, was moved by Zamperini’s faith. Garris believes it was part of God’s plan for Jolie “to find Louie and make this movie to find her way to a life that would encompass the Almighty.”
Much to learn here about human nature and how we deal with one another! God forgive us for what we did to the helpless Japanese!
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, ‘Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art..’ The young man held out this package. ‘I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.’
The Father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. ‘Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It’s a gift.’
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. ‘We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.. Who will bid for this picture?’
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, ‘We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.’
But the auctioneer persisted. ‘Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100…,$200?’
Another voice angrily was heard. ‘We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!’
But still the auctioneer continued. ‘The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?’
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. ‘I’ll give $10 for the painting.’ Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
‘We have $10, who will bid $20?’
‘Give it to him for $10. Let’s see the masters.’
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn’t want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. ‘Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!’
A man sitting on the second row shouted, ‘Now let’s get on with the collection!’
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. ‘I’m sorry, the auction is over.’
‘What about the paintings?’
‘I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!’
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: ‘The son, the son, who’ll take the son?’
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything..
For God loved the world so much that He gave is one and only son, that whoever believes in Him, will not perish but they will have Eternal Life….That’s real love