Hello everyone,

As many of you know I’ve been publishing on MSN for coming up on somewhere around 2 years. I have had well over 18000 views, and wish to thank you all for that.

One thing I had always liked about MSN was that there was no banner ads on my blog, (other then a very small Volvo add which most people never saw on the top of the page). Recently MSN has changed that and began putting up banner ads on our spaces.

I have always held the position that I would leave MSN if they ever started doing that, mainly because I do not support a lot of the banner adds and have been to many blogs aboard where some banner ads are quite disgusting and less then edifying to say the least. My space has always been one where I want people to come to be built up spiritually, and I’m afraid some banner ads are more of a stumbling block then a help.

And so I wish to announce my leaving MSN.

However, I am not leaving the blog world. I encourage you all to drop by my new blog at:

http://isaacscountry.blogspot.com/

I hope to see you there…oh and by the way, I’m starting things off with a great blog called: Conviction

Please be patient with me as I work out the bugs of a new blog.

Thanks,

Isaac

P.S. In the months ahead I will be changing all my old articles over there and organizing them in such a way that you can find them easily.

I have the most huggable, lovable, kissable, cutest, cuddliest
little baby brother in the world, and I just thought y’all should know.  

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don’t just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind. You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life. Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling. And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

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Today in passing I read two stories that
I’d like to share with you all, they were written by Rabbi Ahron Hoch, who I’d
never heard of, but I thought the stories were worth repeating:

“There once was a farmer who owned a
horse. And one day the horse ran away. All the people in the town came to
console him because of the loss. "Oh, I don’t know," said the farmer,
"maybe it’s a bad thing and maybe it’s not."

A few days later, the horse returned to
the farm accompanied by 20 other horses. (Apparently he had found some wild
horses and made friends!) All the townspeople came to congratulate him:
"Now you have a stable full of horses!" "Oh, I don’t know,"
said the farmer, "maybe it’s a good thing and maybe it’s not."

A few days later, the farmer’s son was
out riding one of the new horses. The horse got wild and threw him off,
breaking the son’s leg. So all the people in town came to console the farmer
because of the accident. "Oh, I don’t know," said the farmer,
"maybe it’s a bad thing and maybe it’s not."

A few days later, the government
declared war and instituted a draft of all able-bodied young men. They came to
the town and carted off hundreds of young men, except for the farmer’s son who
had a broken leg. "Now I know," said the farmer, "that it was a
good thing my horse ran away."

So many times in life, we look at things
the wrong way. I’m reminded of the song by Kenny Rogers, called “The Greatest”:

Little boy in a
baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat
Says, "I am the greatest player of them all"
Puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball.

And the
ball goes up and the ball comes down,
Swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
Now the little boy doesn’t say a word, picks up his ball he is undeterred.
Says, "I am the greatest that there has ever been"
And he grits his teeth and he tries again.

And the
ball goes up and the ball comes down,
Swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
He makes no excuses he shows no fear
He just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.
Little boy he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says "I am the greatest when the game is on the line"
And he gives his all one last time.

And the
ball goes up and the moon so bright
Swings his bat with all his might
The world’s as still as still can be, the baseball falls
And that’s strike three.

Now it’s
suppertime and his momma calls,
little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact,
But even I didn’t know I could pitch like that!"
Says, "I am the greatest, that is understood,
But even I didn’t know I could pitch that good!"

Looking back I think many of us agree that
we have had some experiences that were less then desirable, but we now say that
it was a good thing for us because we grew from them. So many times the issue
is of our attitude, and the perspective, we don’t have the ability to see the
whole picture when we were experiencing the situation, but looking back we can
see it was for our good.

Let me share another story I heard from
this Rabbi:

“I heard from a friend who experienced
the following incident. If you’ve ever ridden a bus in Israel,
you know how people enter the bus from the front door and pay the driver, and
people exiting the bus do so from the back door. Sometimes the crowd is so
great that people will also enter from the back door, and then pass their money
up front to pay the driver. Well, this one time the driver decided he wasn’t
going to allow that. So he announced that whoever had entered from the back
door, must now get off the bus and walk around to the front. Everybody complied
grumpily, except for one very old man who could barely walk in the first place.
Well, the driver stuck to his guns and announced that the bus would not move
until this old man came on through the front door. So slowly slowly, one small
step at a time, the old man got off the bus and walked around. And all the
while, the people on the bus were shouting at the driver for not only his
insensitivity to the old man, but for wasting everyone else’s time!

Finally, the old man managed to make it
up through the front door and pay the driver. And then he turned toward the bus
full of angry people and told them: "Please, don’t be upset. We should be
grateful that my legs still work and I still have the strength to walk. Thank
God!!’”

Oh that we all had the right attitude and
could say thank you God, when we are in the middle of something that we see as
an annoyance, perhaps it is God tugging at our attention, just to see if we
have the right attitude.

Which reminds me of poem I read once:

When I Whine

~~~~~~~

Today, upon a
bus, I saw a girl with golden hair

I looked at
her and sighed and wished I was as fair.

When suddenly
she rose to leave,

I saw her
hobble down the aisle.

She had one
leg and used a crutch

But as she
passed, she passed a smile.

Oh, God,
forgive me when I whine

I have 2 legs,
the world is mine.

~~~

I stopped to
buy some candy

The lad who
sold it had such charm

I talked with
him a while, he seemed so very glad

If I were
late, it’d do no harm.

And as I left,
he said to me,

"I thank
you, you’ve been so kind.

It’s nice to
talk with folks like you.

You see,"
he said, "I’m blind."

Oh, God,
forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 eyes,
the world is mine.

~~~

Later while
walking down the street,

I saw a child
with eyes of blue

He stood and
watched the others play

He did not
know what to do.

I stopped a
moment and then I said,

"Why
don’t you join the others, dear?"

He looked
ahead without a word.

And then I
knew, he couldn’t hear.

Oh, God,
forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 ears,
the world is mine.

~~~

With feet to
take me where I’d go.

With eyes to
see the sunset’s glow.

With ears to
hear what I would know.

Oh, God,
forgive me when I whine.

I’ve been
blessed indeed, The world is mine.

I’m reminded of Peter as he would be walking on the water in Matthew
chapter 14:

 “And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it
be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter
was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when
he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried,
saying, Lord, save me. And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and
caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou
doubt?”

Peter took his eyes off the Lord, and that is when he started to
sink. Jesus would rebuke him for doubting, I pray that even when I see the
storms around me, and the wind, that I may still hold fast to my faith in Christ.
We know that he works all things together for good for those who love him,
perhaps we can not see the whole picture right now, but instead of focusing on
the wind and the storm, let us instead focus on Christ, and give him glory
despite our troubles.

I’ll close now with another poem:

I asked for
strength and
God gave me difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for
wisdom and
God gave me problems to solve.

I asked for
prosperity and
God gave me brawn and brain to work.

I asked for
courage and
God gave me dangers to overcome.

I asked for
love and
God gave me troubled people to help…

My prayers
were answered.

A Real
Estate Broker was dismayed when a brand new real estate office much like his
own opened up next door and erected a huge sign which read ‘BEST AGENTS’. He
was horrified when another competitor opened up on his right, and announced its
arrival with an even larger sign, reading ‘LOWEST COMMISSIONS’. The broker
panicked, until he got an idea. He put up the biggest sign of all over his own
real estate office. It read: ‘MAIN ENTRANCE’.

 I’ve heard it said:

The
only difference between stumbling blocks and stepping stones is how you use
them.

Author unknown:

Gotta love kids (Peter Rabbit, for those of you who didn’t get that, is a childhood story).

Ok, this next one is funny….though I’m not sure I agree with it, I did find myself smiling at the end.

Author unknown:

Letter
from a farm kid (now at San Diego,
Marine Corps Recruit Training)

Dear Ma and Pa:

I am well. Hope you are
too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer that the Marine Corps beats working
for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join
up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first
because you have to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but I am getting so I like
to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your
cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to
split, fire to lay… practically nothing. Men got to shave but it’s not so
bad… there’s warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice,
cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak,
fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can
always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours
holds you ’til noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder these city boys
can’t walk much.

We go on "route
marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If
he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A "route
march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get
sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The country is nice but
awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The captain
is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They
don’t bother you none.

This next will kill Walt
and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why.
The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t
shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there
all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges. They come
in boxes.

Then we have what they
call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I
have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting
with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that
Tug Jordan from over inSilver Lake. I only
beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6" and 130
pounds and he’s 6’8" and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and
Elmer to hurry and join up before other fellers get onto this setup and come
stampeding on in.

Your loving daughter,
Alice

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"Raising daughters is not a good business deal. You make a
twenty-year investment and then just up and give the whole thing away to an
inexperienced boy who doesn’t at all appreciate the value of what he is
getting, and is probably not worthy of the gift, or “theft,” as it may be. To
top it all off, he changes her name – takes her out of the family, and erases
all traces of her lineage. Her children will not carry on your family name!

But there is comfort in knowing that all your investment was
not really for that bonehead son-in-law; it was for your daughter – for her
sake. Because you made her your life’s work, no matter what befalls her later
in life, you can know that she will face it with courage and wisdom, bringing
glory to God. She was God’s gift to you and your wife, precious and vulnerable,
just raw material, and by means of his grace, you gave her back to him to be
one of his stars in eternity. We dads are God’s teachers, his priests,
entrusted with his most beloved creation, his last crowning feat of creation –
the human female." — Michael Pearl