"GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN"

A million times I think of you, a million times I cry. If Love alone could
have saved you, you never would have Died. In Life I loved you dearly and in
Death I Love you still.

Although it broke my Heart to lose you, I know you didn't go alone for a
part of me went with you the day God called you home. Here on Earth you
were my Hero and in Heaven it's still the same, you left me here with
your last name and it will never change.

I Miss you Dad and I look so forward to the day when you and I can be
together again but until then, I will always hold you ever so close in my
HEART And MEMORIES!!!!! I Love You Dad still Today and Always Will !!!!!

In Great Honor and Memory of:  Benjamin E. Jackson
Written and Submitted By His Son: Paul E. Jackson Sr

"When Jesus Is In The House"

Once there was this very wealthy young man.He lived in a great,elaborate
house with dozens of rooms,each room was more comfortable and more
beautiful than the one before it,there were paintings,sculptures,Crystal
chandeliers and golden ornate railings on the stairs.More beauty than
most have ever seen. 

One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him.
When the Lord arrived,this young man offered him the very best room in
the house.The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall."This room is
yours,Jesus!Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to
in this room,remember Jesus, its all yours." 

That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud
knocking at the front door.The young man pulled on his robe and made his
way downstairs.When he opened the door he found that the devil had sent
three of his demons to attack the man.He quickly tried to close the door
but one of the demons kept sticking his,foot in.Sometime later,after a
great struggle,he managed to slam the door shut and returned to his room
totally exhausted. "Can you believe that",the man thought,"Jesus is
upstairs in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling
demons.Oh, well, maybe he just didn't hear. 

The next day thing went along as normal and,being tired as he was, the
young man retired early that evening.Along about midnight, there came
such a terrible ruckus at the front door that the young man was sure
that whatever it was would tear the door down.He stumbled down the
stairs once again and opened the door to find that were dozens of demons
now trying to get into his beautiful home.For more than three hours he
fought and struggled against the demons from hell and finally overtook
them enough to shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to
fail him.He really didn't understand this at all. "Why won't the Lord
come to my rescue?Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? I feel so
alone". Troubled,he found his way to the sofa and fell into a restless
sleep. 

The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the happenings
of the last two evenings.Quietly he made his way to the elegant bedroom
where he had left Jesus. "Jesus," he called as he tapped at the door.
Lord,I don't understand what is happening. For the last two nights I
have had to fight the demons away from my door while you laid up here
sleeping.Don't you care about me?Did I not give you the very best room
in the house? He could see the tears building in Jesus eyes but he
continued on,I just don't understand, I really thought that once I
invited you in to live with me that you would take care of me and I gave
you the best room in my house and everything. What more can I do? 

"My precious child,"Jesus spoke so softly. "I do love and care for you.
I protect all that you have released into my care. But when you invited
me to come here and stay,you brought me to this lovely room and you shut
the door to the rest of your house.I am Lord of this room but I am not
Master of this house.I have protected this room and no demon may enter
here." Oh,Lord,please forgive me.Take all of my house-it is yours.I am
so sorry that I never offered you all to begin with.I want you to have
control of everything.With this he flung open the bedroom door and knelt
at,Jesus' feet."Please forgive me Lord for being so selfish." Jesus
smiled and told him that He had already forgiven him and that He would
take care of things from now on. 

That night as the young man prepared for bed he thought,"I wonder if
those demons will return,I am so tired of fighting them each and every
night." But he knew that Jesus said that he would take care of things
from now on.At about midnight the banging on the door was frightening,
The young man slipped out of his room in time to see Jesus going down
the stairs.He watched in awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be
afraid. Satan stood at the door this time demanding to be let in. "What
do you want, satan?" the Lord asked.

The devil bowed low in the presence of the Lord, "So sorry, I seem to
have gotten the wrong address." And with that, he and the demons all ran
away. There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of you, not just a
part. He will take all that you give Him but nothing more. How much of
your heart have you given to the Lord? Are you keeping a portion of it
away from Him? Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more each day.Why
not let the Lord fight the battles for you? He is always victorious.
I have found that God made man simple, all of man's complexities are of
his own devising.

Submitted By: Martha Burrough

"CHECKING IN"

A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, Decided
to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.Just then the back
door opened, a man came down the aisle, The minister frowned as he saw the
man hadn't shaved in a while. His shirt was kinda shabby and his coat was
worn and frayed. The man knelt, bowed his head, then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed, each noon time came this chap, Each time he
knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap. Well, the minister's
suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear, He decided to stop the man and
ask him, "What are you doing here?" The old man said, he worked down the
road. Lunch was half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding
strength and power. "I stay only moments, see because the factory is so
far away; As I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda what I say:

I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND
EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW
TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY. SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN.
The minister, feeling foolish told Jim, that was fine. He told the man he
was welcome to come and pray just anytime. Time to go, Jim smiled, said
Thanks. He hurried to the door.

The minister knelt at the alter, he'd never done it before. His cold heart
melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there. As the tears flowed,
in his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer: "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL
YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK
ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY. SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come. As more
days passed without Jim, he began to worry some. At the factory, he asked
about him, learning he was ill. The hospital staff was worried, but he'd
given them a thrill. The week that Jim was with them, brought changes in
the ward. His smiles, a joy contagious. Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand why Jim was so glad, When no flowers,
calls or cards came, not a visitor he had. The minister stayed by his bed,
he voiced the nurse's concern: No friends came to show they cared. He had
nowhere to turn. Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome
smile;

The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that in here all the while, Everyday
at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see, He sits right down takes
my hand, leans over and says to me: "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY
YOUR SIN. ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY AND SO
JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN."-

Submitted By: Mardene McCarrey

"MISS ME BUT LET ME GO"

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Miss me, but let me go

Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me, but let me go
 
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the Masters' Plan
A step on the way to home
Miss me, but let me go

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
 
Submitted By: Mardene McCarrey

{ " PAUL " }

I've never seen God Paul, but I know how I feel.
It's people like you who makes Him so real.
I really believe that I past Him so often each day
in the faces of people that I meet on my way.
He's the Stars in the Heaven,a Smile on some Face,
a Leaf on a Tree ,or a Rose in a Vase.

He's Winter and Autumn and Summer and Spring.
In short, God is every Real and Wonderful thing.
I wish I might meet Him much more than I do
and I know I would Paul, if there were more people like you!

Submitted By: Tammy Stoll

"BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER"

It was a regular Sunday morning, I'd hurried to church after the
regular routines of the morning. It was almost time for church to
start when I got out of my car and headed in. I noticed most of the
people looking at a corner of the church and whispering. I wondered
what they could be talking about. Then I saw, a crumpled up looking
haggared man who looked as though he was resting outside the church.
He was dirty as though he had had no bath. And like everyone else my
nose kinda crumpled and I kept walking into the church. I sat down,
and everything grew seemingly quiet waiting on the preacher to
arrive. All of a sudden, gasps and whispers among the congregation.
For the crumpled up old man was walking down to the alter. He had old
dirty clothes on. As he kept walking up to the alter, the man then
took off his hat and to everyone's amazement, it was the preacher. He
spoke, "good morning, this morning we will be studying be kind to one
another." For not one member of this church had offered this man a
hand. Know matter who we are or what we look like we are all one in
God's eyes. We should not look down on anyone.

Submitted By: Susan Hemingway

" I SAID A PRAYER FOR YOU "

I said a Prayer for you and I'm sure GOD must have heard.
For I felt the answer in my Heart although He spoke no word.
I asked that He be with you at the start of each new day,
to grant you Health and Happiness and Friends along your way.
I asked for Blessings for you in all things great and small;
But it was for His Loving Care that I Prayed the Most Of All !

Written and Submitted By: Paul E. Jackson Sr.

" ANGEL STORY "

Two traveling Angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy
family, the family was rude and refused to let the Angles stay in the
mansion's guest room. Instead the Angels were given a space in the cold
basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older Angel saw
a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger Angel asked why, the
older Angel replied... Things aren't always what they seem. The next
night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very
hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what litte food they had
the couple let the Angels sleep in their bed where they could have a
good night's rest, When the sun came up the next morning the Angels
found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk has
been their sole income, lay dead in the field, The younger Angel was
infuriated and asked the older Angel how could you have let this happen!

The first man had everything, yet you helped him. The second family had
little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die.
Things aren't always what they seem," the older Angel replied, When we
stayed in the basement of the mansion, I notice there was gold stored in
that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and
unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't 
find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmer's bed, the Angel of
Death came for his wife. I told him to take the cow instead. Things
arent't always what they seem. Sometimes this is exactly what happens
when things don't turn out the way we think they should. If  you have
Faith in God, just trust that every outcome is always to your advantage.
You might not realized it until much later.
 
Submitted by: Linda Wideman

" I Met The Master Face To Face "

I had walked life's way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comforts and pleasures led,
Until one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.
 
I met him and knew him and blushed to see
That his eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me,
And I faltered and fell at his feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.
 
Melted and vanished, and in their place
Nothing else did I see but the Master's face;
And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meek
To follow the steps of thy wounded feet!"

My thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again,
For I know one day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.
 
Submitted By: Maggie Zimmer

" ( SFJTD BOX ) "

Know that I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please
remember that I do not need your help. If the devil happens to deliver
a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it.
Kindly put it in the SFJTD (something for Jesus to do) box. It will be
addressed in My time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it or remove
it, Holding on or removal will delay the resolution of your problem. If
it is a situation that you think you are capable of handling, please 
consult me in prayer to be sure that it is the proper resolution. As you
know, I do not sleep nor do I slumber, so there is no need for you to
lose any sleep. Rest my child. If you need to contact me, I am always
only a Prayer away !

Submitted By: Mardene McCarrey

" THE  ARTIST "
 
Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son,
shared a passion for art collecting. Together, they traveled around the
world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection.
Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many, others adorned the
walls of the family estate. The widowed elder man looked on with
satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. 
The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam
with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.

As winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to
serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a
telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector
anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again.
Within days, his fears were confirmed, the young man had died while
rushing a fellow soldier to the medic.

Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays
with anguish and sadness. The joy of the seasons, that he and his son
had so looked forward to, would visit his house no longer. On Christmas
morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed, old man. As he
walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded
him that his son was not coming home. 

As he opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package
in his hands. He introduced himself to the man by saying, "I was a friend
of your Son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in
for a few moments? I have something to show you." As the two began to
talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his
love of fine art."I am an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give
you this."

As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a
portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider it
the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in
striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier,
promising to hang the picture above the fireplace. A few hours later,
after the soldier departed, the old man set about his task. True to
his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands
of dollars worth of art. His task completed, the old man sat in his chair
and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given. 

During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that even
though his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on
because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had
rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring
heart.
 
As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, the
painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing
any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamored.
He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received.
 
The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art
world was in anticipation, that with the collector's passing, and his
only son dead, those paintings would be sold at auction. According to
the will of the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on
Christmas Day, the day he had received his greatest gift. That day
soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid
on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be
fulfilled that day, greatness would be achieved as many would claim,
"I have the greatest collection."

The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum's list. It
was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening
bid, but the room was silent. "Who will open the bidding with $100
dollars?" he asked. Minutes passed and no one spoke. From the back of
the room came a voice, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a
picture of his son. Forget about it and move on to the good stuff." More
voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one first," replied
the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a neighbor of the
old man spoke. "Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That's all I
have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it." 

I have ten dollars, will anyone go higher? called the auctioneer. After
more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice...sold!" The
gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get
on with it and we can bid on the real treasures!" The auctioneer looked
at the audience and announced that the auction was over. Stunned
disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you
mean, it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's
son. What about all of these other paintings? There are millions of
dollars worth of art here! I demand that you explain what is going on!"

The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the Will of the
Father, whoever takes the Son...gets it all." (Just as those art
collectors discovered on Christmas Day, the message is still the same.
Because of the Love of a Father, whose greatest joy came from his Son,
who went away and gave His Life Rescuing Others...Whoever Takes The Son
Gets It All.)

Submitted By: Susan Hemingway

" A Blessing To Friendship "

Father, I ask you to bless my friend reading this right now Lord, show
them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to
minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give
them Your peace & mercy. Where there is self-doubting, release to them a
renewed confidence in Your ability to work through them. Where there is
tiredness, or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, patience
and strength as they learn submission to Your leading. Where there is
spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness
and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You. Where there is fear,
reveal Your love and release to them Your courage. Where there is a sin
blocking them, reveal it, and break its hold over my friends life. Bless
their finances, give them greater vision and raise up leaders, and
friends to support and encourage them. Give each of them discernment to
recognize the demonic forces around them and reveal to them the power
they have in You to defeat it. I ask You to do these things in Jesus'
name. In Christian love, Your Friend in Jesus !!!

Submitted By: Mardene McCarrey

" Our Blessings In Disguise "

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months
he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom,and knowing
his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As
Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father
had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his
father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud
he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He
handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat
disappointed, the young man opened the box anyway and found a Beautiful
leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angry,
he raised his voice to his father and said,"With all your money you give
me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He
had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was
very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him
since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements,he received
a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his
possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care
of things.

When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled
his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and
saw the still new Bible,just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he
opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully
underlined a verse, Matt. 7:11, "And if ye, being evil, know how to give
good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father
which is in Heaven, give to those who ask Him?"

As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It
had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car
he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words
"PAID IN FULL".

Submitted By: Susan Hemingway

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