Hey Guys, Be Careful Out There, People Are Going Crazy in Lockdown


I am getting many messages this morning as usual. I am blessed that people feel they can contact me about anything…..

From Dwayne Hickman from LaPorte, Indiana who works at a grocery store:

Really going crazy, the public is not good to deal with right now! They only care about themselves. We need to pray that America will get back to God.

I am thankful that here at our Smiths grocery store in Albuquerque it seems very peaceful. People are being very nice. The workers at the store are super nice.

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy. Job 8:21

With all this in mind…..good clean humor always helps I beleive………I have always called this ‘Church Humor.” We used to run a comedy minute on KKIM Radio when I managed the station from different Christian comedians.

This came from my dear sister in Christ Joann Young in Reserve, NM:

Hi guys
Just be careful because people are going crazy from being in lock down! Actually I’ve just been talking about this with the microwave and toaster while drinking coffee and all of us agreed that  things are getting bad. I didn’t mention anything to the washing machine  as she puts a different spin on everything. Certainly not to the fridge  as he is acting cold and distant. In the end the iron calmed me down as  she said everything will be fine, no situation is too pressing. The  hoover was very unsympathetic… told me to just suck it up, but the  fan was more optimistic and hoped it would all soon blow over! The toilet  looked a bit flushed when I asked its opinion and didn’t say anything  but the door knob told me to get a grip.???? The front door said I was unhinged and so the curtains told me to ……..yes, you guessed it ????…..pull myself together
Copy n pasted ????
Loved this
How about this for heart warming……….

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio
bench.. She didn’t
move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn’t acknowledge my
presence and the
I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting
to disturb her but wanting to check on her at
the same time, I asked her if
she was OK. She raised her head and looked at
me and smiled. ‘Yes, I’m
fine, thank you for asking,’ she said in a clear
voice strong.

‘I didn’t mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just
sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,’
I explained to her.

‘Have you ever looked at your hands,’ she asked.
‘I mean really looked
at your hands?’

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I
turned them over, palms
up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never
really looked at my hands as
I tried to figure out the point she was

Grandma smiled and related this story:

‘Stop and think
for a moment about the hands you have, how they have
served you well throughout your years.
These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak
have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out
and grab and embrace life.

‘They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler
I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my
back. As a child, my mother
taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my
shoes and pulled on my boots.
They held my husband and wiped my tears when
he went off to war.

‘They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and
bent. They were uneasy
and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding
band they showed the world that I was married and
loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and
shook when I buried my

‘They have held my children and
grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook
in fists of anger when I
didn’t understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and
washed and cleansed the rest
of my body. They have been sticky and wet,
bent and broken, dried and raw.
And to this day when not much of anything
else of me works real well these
hands hold me up, lay me down, and again
continue to fold in prayer.

‘These hands are the mark of where I’ve
been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these
hands that God will reach out and take
when he leads me home. And with my
hands He will lift me to His side and
there I will use these hands to touch
the face of God.

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I
remember God reached out
and took my grandma’s hands and led her home. When
my hands are hurt or sore
or when I stroke the face of my children and
husband I think of grandma. I
know she has been stroked and caressed and
held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and
feel His hands upon my face.

When you receive this, say a prayer for
the person who sent it to you, and
watch God’s answer to prayer work in
your life. Let’s continue praying for
one another.

Thank you to Pastor Denzell Teague of Albuquerque, NM for sending this in! God Bless you Pastor!


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