Post 743 ~ ~ ~ Saturday 9th July, 2011.
Hello my friends ~ ~ I hope all is going well in your lives and you are happy.
I am going quite well. I knew I was walking a little better and the Physio
agreed with me, and said I don't have to go any more, unless I feel the
need to, So that was great, and then I went shopping with my carer, Kaye.
My usual day had been changed and it was a cold and wet day.
The first story tonight was sent to me by my dear friend, Barbara. Thank
you for the story of the "57 Cent Church."
A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned
away because it was 'too crowded.'
"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the Pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason,
and , taking her by the hand, took her inside and found room for her, and
she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to
Some two years later, this child lay dead . . .in one of the tenement
buildings. Her parents called for the kind-hearted pastor who had
befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse
was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish hand-writing,
which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children
can go to Sunday School."
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would
do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he
told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the
But the story doesn't end there . . . .
A newspaper learned of the story and published it. It was read by a wealthy
realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to
the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000 - - a huge
sumfor that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had
paid large dividends.
When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church,
with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University
where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School
building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child
in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday School time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet
face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such
remarkable history. Alog-side of it is a portrait of her kind pastor --
Dr. Russell H. Conwell,author of the book 'Acres of Diamonds."
This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
My son John sent me the next two items. Thanks John. for Blonde Cookbook.
Monday. It's fun to cook for Tom. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe
said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me
some extra bowls.
Tuesday. Tom wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without
dressing. So I didn't dress. What a surprise when Tom brought a friend
home for supper.
Wednesday. A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before
steaming the rice. It seemed kind of silly but I took a bath anyway. I can't
say it improved the rice any.
Thursday. Today, Tom asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said
prepare ingredients; lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving. Tom
asked me why I was rolling around in the garden.
Friday. I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put the ingredients in a
bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this recipe.
When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.
Tom did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to
dress it for Sunday. I don't have any clothes that fit it, and for some
reason Tom keeps counting to ten.
Sunday. Tom's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast but all I had
was hamburger, Suddenly I had a flash of genius. I put the hamburger in
the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger. much
to my disappointment.
GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY. Tis has been a very exciting week. I am eager
for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Tom. If I can talk
Tom into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with a
Brits Wonderfully Incorrect . . . . .
Just had a bloke at the door asking if I wanted to buy raffle tickets for
black orphans. I told him with my luck, I'd probably win one.
The thing I love most about this hot weather is the short skirts and low
cut tops. Although they do make me look a bit gay.
Following the tragic death of the Human Cannonball at the Kent show, a
spokesman said,"We'll struggle to get another man of the same calibre."
My son was thrown out of school today for letting a girl in his class give
him a wank. I said, "Son, that's 3 schools this year. You want to stop
before you're banned from teaching altogether."
Question _ are there too many immigrants in Britain? 17 % said Yes.
11 % said No. 72 % said, "I am not understanding the question, please.
Prince William said he didn't want the traditional fruit cake at his wedding.
Prince Phillip said he didn't give a toss, he's still going.
Black bloke comes home to find his son sitting on the couch. grinning from
ear to ear. "What are you so happy about?" he asked. "I just shagged the
girl next-door." he says proudly. "Well done, son. I hope you were wearing
something." "Yup," he replied, "A balaclava."
Last night I reached for my liquid Viagra and accidentally swigged from a
bottle of white-out. I woke this morning with a huge correction.
Some creep has just pinched my wife's knickers off the washing line. She's
not bothered about the knickers but she wants the 12 pegs back.
My friend in Canberra, Linda sent me the next one. Thanks Linda.
60 Minutes Correspondent, Andy Rooney (CBS)
As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are a few
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and
ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you are think.
If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit
around whining about it. She does something she wants to do and it's
usually more interesting.
Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with
you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant
Of course if you deserve it, they will shoot you if they think they can get
away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know
what it's like to be unappreciated.
Women get physic as they get older You never have to confess your
sins to an older woman.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than
her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They will tell you right off you
are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder
where you stand with her
Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,
it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman
over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of
himself with some 22 year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk
for free> Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against
marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire
pig, just to get a little sausage,
Well, time to call it a day. Take great care of yourselves and each other.
My love and best wishes to you all. Cheers, Merle.
Post 743 ~ ~ ~ Saturday 9th July, 2011.