Monday, December 31, 2007

A "Cat Drive" ??


I saw this today and it was to funny so here it is.








This is just for all those cat lovers out there.




Mervi

Thursday, December 27, 2007


Dec. 27, 2007
If I have anything left to do in this measurement of time we have called 2007 I’d better get a move on!!
Really, I have set the last three mornings with a cup of foul back fluid (coffee) and reviewed my balance sheet for the year coming to an end, so very quickly. How much good have I deposited in others, how much hurt have I deposited into others? Have I reached out a hand to help, have I withheld that hand that could have helped? How often was I in too big a hurry with MY stuff to hear a friend, how often did I invest that few moments to just sit and hear a friend out?
You see there is quite a bit to ponder on this balance sheet. I know that I have always been the type of person who liked a balance sheet. It keeps me advised of what has come in and what has gone out, where I stand at any given moment. But, I ponder my balance sheet knowing full well that one day I shall give an accounting. My balance sheet shall be balanced against HIS and then I shall both know and understand the TRUE balance of my existence as a human being.
A happy entranced into the New Year to each who have taken the time to read my words!

Mervi

Friday, December 21, 2007

A Christmas Prayer

This is a very good video for here at the Christmas season. A little on the sad side, yet, it does bring the desire for family very close.
Should you take the time to watch this video? Then I would ask you to take a few moments to pray for those on the field of battle.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5leMiif4pM

"Marry Christmas to all and to all a good night."

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The eighty years old lady who is marring for teh fouth time.

The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married -- for the fourth time.
The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation.
"He's a funeral director," she answered.
"Interesting," the newsman thought."
He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living.
She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she had first married a banker when she was in her early 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, later on a preacher when in her 60's, and now in her 80's, a funeral director.
The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse carters?

She smiled and explained,
"I married one for the money,
two for the show,
three to get ready,
and four to go."

Monday, December 17, 2007

“The search for pleasure at all cost.”

I lifted the following from the Catholic Times this morning.
“The joy that Christians experience-- even in the midst of worldly woes-- can be
seen in the lives of the faithful, the Holy Father said. As a vivid example he
offered the witness of Mother Teresa of Calcutta, who "experienced the trial of
the dark night of faith, yet she continued to give everyone the smile of God."
No such joy can be found in the lives of those who "idolize happiness," the
Pope continued. Unfortunately, he remarked, that tendency is ever more powerful
today, in "the search for pleasure at all costs." The results, he said, are
evident in "the increasing use of drugs as an escape, a refuge in an artificial
paradise which is subsequently revealed as merely illusory."

“The search for pleasure at all cost.” Pleasure, personal option, does not have a price tag. It is those thing that we do for others that can not be repaid. I was taken by surprise last week as I was sitting in Wal Mart enjoying a cup of coffee and people watching. As a lady drop a small item I called this to her attention. Another stranger stopped looked at the dropped item laying there on the floor and picked it up. The lady stopped with a strange look on her face. My next words started and avalanche of the same, “Marry Christmas.” It seemed to spread for person to person.
The gift we give to a stranger not a physical gift, but that of a kind action or word. These are the truer gifts of the season. Because He came and gave us the same. A kind word, “Go in peace.” A simple action, “He broke the beard.” Let us go and do likewise.

Mervi

Friday, December 14, 2007

According to a ledged

Satan and his demons were having a Christmas party. As the demons guest were departing, one grinned and said to Satan, “Marry Christmas, your majesty.” At that, Satan replied with a growl, “Yes, keep it marry. If they ever get serious about it, we’ll all be in trouble.”

Well, get serious about it.
It is the birth of the Baby.
It is the coming of God.
It is the intervention of God’s presents among men.

(The tale of the tardy ox cart, Chuck Swindoll)

Mervi

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

To the ladies, the proper way to weigh ones self.

How to correctly weigh yourself...




I can't believe I was doing it wrong all these years.
We must get the word out.

Friday, December 7, 2007

This is that day, “which shall live in infamy

This is that day, “which shall live in infamy,” (President Roosevelt). We, as a nation, need to remember the price which those young men and women paid to maintain liberty, the freedom of choice, in this world. This is that day on which we must take a few moments and reflect on the price which was paid for our freedom to choice. That freedom of choice, which allows us the freedom to choice where I choose to live, where I choose to work, what I choose to buy, and how and where I choose to worship the deity of my choice. I have a very deep regard for those young people who both serviced and gave the highest price, their lives in that war. I had two uncles who served in the Pacific theater and two in the European theater. All have died, yet the stories which they told me, as I was a child still linger in my mind. I have passed these stories on to both of my sons and to their children. Why? So that when my decedents see these memorials to war, World War Two memories, the Vietnam wall and other memorials of war. So that they will have an understanding of what was at stake and the victories that they sacrifices brought. Victories, the right to have the political process in which we, as a nation, are now involved in. That process to elect a new President of our Nation.

Yet, I have a concern or fear. What would have been the out come of World War two if there had been live cameras imbedded within these troupes as they engaged the great battles in the South Pacific and those in North Africa or the Battle of the Bulge? How would our parents and grandparents have reacted if they would have seen, life, the invasion of Europe? Would the war have ended the same if that war had been shown / fought in the front rooms of the America people, as they are now? I will quote President Roosevelt again, “I hate war Eleanor hates war.” I believe that we can all agree that we hate war! Yet, there comes a time where we, as a nation, must arise and meet force with force to those who impose their will upon others unjustly.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Artificial intelligence (?)

Artificial intelligence (?)

Here a few days ago there was a lot of talk about the coming of Artificial Intelligence, the ability of a computer to respond to a human.

Microsoft had an artificial Santa line, where Santa (?) would respond to children through the inter-net. Will things went wide of the mark. Here is a link to the story.

http://apnews.myway.com/article/20071205/D8TBITJG1.html

Mervi

Monday, December 3, 2007

That trinity of need


This is barrowed from John Leax professor of English at Houghton College:

His fathered flame dusted dull
By ice cold,
The cardinal hunched
into the rough, green feeder
but ate no seed.

Through binoculars I saw
Festered and useless
His beak, broken
at the root.

Then two: blazing, one gray,
Rode the swirling weather
Into my vision
And lighted at his side.

Unhurried as if possessing
The patients of God,
They cracked sunflowers
And feed him
Beak to broken beak
Choice meats.

Each morning and afternoon
The winter long,
That odd triumvirate,
That trinity of need,
Returned an ate
Their sacrament
Of broker seed.








Let us, Mervi included, look and see. Is there a broken beaked soul close to me!!

Mervi.