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A little Sunday reminder for us all. Blessings. Hope everyone gets some quiet time today away from politics.

“My boss drove a luxury car everyday and it was my duty to greet him and to open the gates for him, as I worked as a watchman in his villa. But he never responded back to my greetings.
One day he saw me opening the garbage bags outside the villa in search for any leftover food. But, as usual he never even looked at me, it was like as if he never saw anything!

The very next day I saw a paper bag at the same place, but it was clean and the food inside was covered well. It was fresh and good food like someone had just brought it from the supermarket. I didn’t bother as to where it came from, I just took the paper bag and I was so happy about it.

Every day I found this paper bag at the same place with fresh vegetables and all that we needed for home. This became my daily routine. I was eating and sharing this food with my wife and kids. I was wondering who this fool could be?! To forget his paper bag full of fresh food everyday.
One day there was a big problem in the villa and I was told that my boss has died. There were too many guests coming to the villa that day and I didn’t get any food that day, so I thought that one of the guests must have taken it. But the same thing happened the 2nd day, the 3rd day and the 4th day.

It went on like this for a few weeks and I found it difficult to provide food for my family, so I decided to ask the wife of my boss for a raise in my salary or else I would quit my job as a watchman.
After I told her, she was shocked, and asked me, how come you never complained about your salary for the last 2 years? And why is this salary not enough for you now? I gave her so many excuses but she was never convinced!

Finally in the end, I decided to tell her the truth, I told her the entire story of the bag of groceries, and as to how it was my daily provision. She then asked me as to when this stopped? I told her after the death of her husband. And then I realized that I stopped seeing the paper bag immediately after the death of my boss. Why didn’t I ever think of this before? That it was my boss who was providing this for me? I guess it was because I never thought that a person who never replied to my greetings could ever be this generous!

His wife started to cry and I told her to please stop crying and that I’m really sorry that I asked for a raise, I didn’t know that it was your husband who was providing me with the meals, I’ll remain as a watchman and be happy to provide my service.

His wife told me, I’m crying because I’ve finally found the 7th person my husband was giving this bag full of food. I knew my husband was giving 7 people everyday, I had already found the 6 people, and all these days I was searching for the 7th person. And today I found out.

From that day onwards, I started to receive the bag full of food again, but this time his son was bringing it to my house and giving it to my hand. But whenever I thanked him, he never replied! Just like his dad!

One day, I told him THANK YOU in a very loud voice! He replied back to me to please not be offended when he doesn’t reply, because he has a hearing problem, just like his dad!”

Oh! We have been wrong so many times judging others without knowing the true story behind their actions. Be kind and courteous in dealing with others, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. Be careful, not everything is about you. Before you assume, there is this thing called ASKING.

Don’t just jump to conclusion, because that is truly not an exercise, it may cause you more harm at the end of the day. Many of our problems are caused by how we process what happens around us. Don’t judge a situation you have never been in. Be humble enough to learn. You do not know it all. Lets change the way we feel about ourselves and others.

There are two sides to a story. Don’t believe everything you hear.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

~ Author Unknown

BillGlenney Mar 14 '16

Father, we pray that this internet prayer ministry will be a blessing to those using it. We pray that their needs will be met, and their joy will be full. We ask this in the name of Your Son, Christ Jesus. Amen. 

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with, out in the woods.  He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back to dinner.

As he was walking back, he saw Grandma’s pet duck.  Just out of impulse, he let fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved.  In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

After lunch that day grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.”

But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen today, didn’t you Johnny?”  And then she whispered to him, “Remember, the duck?”  So Johnny did the dishes.

Later Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.”

But Sally smiled and said, “Well, that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help.” And she whispered again, “Remember, the duck?” So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed.

After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s, he finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he killed the duck. She knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I forgave you. But I was just wondering how long would you let Sally make a slave of you.”

I don’t know what’s in your past. I don’t know what one sin the enemy keeps throwing up in your face. But whatever it is, I want you to know something.  Jesus Christ was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. But because He loves you, He is ready to forgive you. Perhaps He’s wondering how long you’ll let the enemy make a slave out of you.  The great thing about God is that He not only forgives, but He forgets.

— Author Unknown

Bill's Note:

Jesus Died on the Cross in your place, not only he forgives you of you sins, His Blood washes AWAY your sins - not covering or hiding it. Jesus Death on the cross FREE you from the slavery of your sin!

Heavenly Father, 

Thanks you for dying our place  and  freeing  form slavery of our sins. we pray that this prayer will be a blessing to those hear it this Easter Sunday. We pray that they Believe unto Jesus, that are forgiven, and their joy will be full. We ask this in the name of Your Son, Christ Jesus. Amen.

BillGlenney Mar 12 '16


Pain is met with sweet release. A piercing of the side, now flows the blood of peace. I am not here. I go down to the people of yesterday. My spirit will no't delay. Life from this earthly body has now gone away. I am not here. I will show the way.

Noah, your bones are now bleached by the sand. But you know Me, the Great I Am. My children, the crown of thorns are now My heaping reward, and in you I treasure. Come all to Me and be loved beyond measure. All sin was laid upon Me. Come, together we can live eternally.

I am not here. My flesh is dead. I lay in a tomb made to be My bed. It lays in gloom. I am not here. I go to the Father to prepare your room. Grief and sorrow. Weeping of today shall be traded for a new tomorrow, joyous without sorrow.

Peter, John, and Mary. You all. No matter what you saw, do not cry for Me. I am no longer in this place of misery.

I am not here. I live again. My Light will clear up the darkest haze. Yes, in 3 days.

I will come back my friends. No slow pace. I will meet you face to face.

To My future children still waiting to be born. Your life, if lived for Me, will meet with scorn. For the price of freedom must come, or to live forever in Satan's kingdom. No matter what the sin, or how hard you strife. I will be there. I am the Life. With Me you can conquer this time on earth and win, because I am alive again!

sciantel Mar 10 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
A Water Bearer in India had two large pots; each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck.  One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.  

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house.  Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.  But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.  

After two years of what perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."  "Why?" asked the bearer. " What are you ashamed of?"  "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.  

The Water Bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."  Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.  But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.  

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.  For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws; we're all cracked pots, but if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table.   In God's economy, nothing goes to waste.  So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God calls you to the tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and allow Him to take advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway.  Go out boldly, knowing that in OUR weakness we find HIS strength, and that "In Him every one of God's promises is a YES."  

-- Author Unknown
BillGlenney Mar 8 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: insprition story

I would like to share with you A Servant Of God.

His life began on 14 May 1929, when he was born in Brooklyn New York, to a couple who migrated from Puerto Rico. At first, his parents didn't know what to name him, so they called him Male. Male was the third child of four. Eventually his parents changed his name to David.

David grew up in a Christian home along with his parents. He remembers returning home from church on Sunday evenings, and without turning on the lights his mother would tell them to take their places. They all knew what had to be done. Once in their respective positions, his mother would turn on the lights, and the kids would start stomping! He recalls hundreds of cockroach's! So they would commence to stomp their feet killing as many as possible. His greatest wish was to get his family out of there and move somewhere nicer.

At the age of ten, he surrendered his life to the Lord, and by the age of twelve, he had promised God that he would serve him as a Missionary. David was an ordinary boy growing up in Brooklyn, and recalls that he and his older brother Ray would get into some scuffles with other kids of different Nationalities. He said that the Italians would go over and beat up on the Irish, and then the Irish would come and beat up on the Puerto Ricans, and the cycle continued. As he grew older, he and his brother excelled in sports especially Baseball.

In 1947 when Dave (as he became known as) was 18 years old, saw an ad in the paper stating that the Brooklyn Dodgers were holding tryouts. So, Dave grabbed his catchers mitt and gear, Ray his brother grabbed his outfielders mitt and they headed out to the tryouts. There must of been hundreds of boys that showed up. Dave thinking to himself that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for to get his family out of Brooklyn. He told the Lord that if he made the team, he would send Missionaries in his name to the mission field. Dave had forgotten the promise he had made God to serve HIM. Well, when tryouts were through there were a few boys still standing, and Dave was one of them.

One day behind the plate at practice, Dave remembers the last pitch of the day. He did something that a catcher never does, and that is, he tried catching a foul tipped ball with his non gloved hand. He didn't think anything about it, but when he reached down to pick up the ball, he noticed blood dripping from his hand, and onto the ball.. The manager looked at his hand, and noticed that the ball had split his webbing between his pinkie and ring finger on his throwing hand. His manager said "three stitches, three weeks and you'll be back. Want to sign your contract now or when you get back?" Dave said "when I get back." Three months went by not three weeks before his injury healed. By this time his position had been filled with the Brooklyn Dodgers, and God had reminded him that he promised HIM that he (Dave) would serve him as a Missionary.

In 1952, Dave was drafted into the US Army. He kept reminding God of his promise to HIM to go to the Mission field. One day they were calling names out of those who were going to go from Japan to Korea. They stopped ten names shy of his name, and was spared going over to Korea. Later that next day, Dave found out that his Company had been entirely wiped out. He served the remainder of the Korean war In Japan playing Softball! God had spared him.

From 1953-1956, Dave attended Philadelphia Bible Institute where he met his soon to be wife Beverly. In December of 1957 they had their first child, Debbie, and he graduated from Baptist Bible Seminary in 1959. By this time he started to raise support so he could go to Chile SA as a missionary with ABWE.(Association Of Baptist For World Evangelism). October 1960 they had their second child, and named him David. By September of 1961 they found themselves in Chile.

Bev and Dave served in Chile for 10 years all the while taking over an established church that needed re-establishing do to it being in total disarray. They also established another church while there. In 1971 they found themselves in Sydney Australia, where they and their two children established a church in Kellyville a suburb of Sydney. As if that wasn't good enough, they took on the task of starting a Spanish Speaking church as well. They had established two churches now, and both were growing in number. Dave and Bev were in Australia from 1971-1976, and then again 1977-1983.

Dave had always had a burden to work amongst the Spanish speaking people here in the United States, so he and Bev moved to Ft. Lauderdale in 1985. They established a Spanish Speaking church, and about 1990 an English speaking church asked him if he would be an interim Pastor. Well that interim status lasted for 18 years. Once again he found himself doing double duty. His wife Bev was always there by his side, not only as his wife, but partner, and a missionary herself. She was his right hand. Bev was called home on 16 March 1992 after a 3 year bout with Ovarian Cancer. Dave continued his service to God as a missionary until he retired from ABWE in 2005.

He continues to serve as the Pastor for the the church he and Bev established. Iglesia Imanuel in Ft Lauderdale. He just turned 80 years young in May of this year, and Loves serving the Lord. He has a Bible class which he has hosted for many years, and his ministry also involves a prison ministry as well as hospital visitations I've know Dave all my life, 'cause you see he's not only a Servant of God, but he's my Hero, my Mentor, My Friend, but most of all, He's My Dad. To this day, he thanks God for three little stitches!

David Mar 8 '16 · Tags: my dad, servant of god, my hero
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