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<guid isPermaLink='true'>http://ghanagospel.org/igospel/pg/blog/Generation/read/4209/the-golden-crab</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:13:12 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The Golden Crab]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; "><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">The Golden Crab</span></strong></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Once upon a time...Once </span><span><a href="http://ashida-shigui.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; text-decoration: none; ">ashida-shigui.net</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> </span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "><span>&nbsp;</span>upon a time there was a fisherman who had a wife and three children. Every morning he used to go out fishing, and whatever fish he caught he sold to the King. One day, among the other fishes, he caught a golden crab. When he came home he put all the fishes </span><span><a href="http://www.womenstore2.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; text-decoration: none; ">gucci Wallets</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> together into a great dish, but he kept the Crab separate because it shone so beautifully, and placed it upon a high shelf in the cupboard. Now while the old woman, his wife, was cleaning the fish, and had tucked up her gown so that her feet were visible, she suddenly heard a voice, which said:</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">'Let down, let </span><span><a href="http://nishizh-ta.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; text-decoration: none; ">The air is very</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> <span>&nbsp;</span>down thy petticoat That lets thy feet be seen.'</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">She turned round in surprise, and then she saw the little creature, the Golden Crab.'What! You can speak, can you, you ridiculous crab?' she said, for she was not quite pleased at the Crab's remarks. Then she took him up and placed him on a dish.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">When her husband came home and they sat down to dinner, they presently heard the Crab's little voice saying, 'Give me some too.' They </span><span><a href="http://zhendere09.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; text-decoration: none; ">Jayden's blog</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> were all very much surprised, but they gave him something to eat. When the old man came to take away the plate which had contained the Crab's dinner, he found it full of gold, and as the same thing happened every day he soon became very fond of the Crab.One day the Crab said to the fisherman's wife, 'Go </span><span><a href="http://www.louisvuittonlouisvuitton.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; text-decoration: none; ">Louis Vuitton Bag</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> to the King and tell him I wish to marry his younger daughter.'</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Then the Crab gave her a golden rod, and said, 'Go and strike with this rod three times upon the ground on the place which the King showed you, and to-morrow morning the wall will be there.'</span></p>
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<guid isPermaLink='true'>http://ghanagospel.org/igospel/pg/blog/Generation/read/4208/a-guy-named-bill</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:11:47 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[A Guy Named Bill]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; "><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">A Guy Named Bill</span></strong></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">His name was Bill. </span><span><a href="http://www.dang-xingyu.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">In the street</span></a></span><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-size: 9pt; "> </span><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt with holes in it, blue jeans and no shoes. In the entire time I knew him I never once saw Bill wear a pair of shoes. Rain, sleet or snow, Bill was barefoot. This was literally his wardrobe for his whole four years of college.He was brilliant and looked like he was always pondering the esoteric. He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus was a church full of well-dressed, middle-class people. They wanted to develop a ministry to the college students, but they were not sure how to go about it.<span style="color: #4f81bd; "></span></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Right about the time Bill took </span><span><a href="http://tsmstm.info/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">object to that</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> his &ldquo;seat,&rdquo; a deacon began slowly making his way down the aisle from the back of the sanctuary. The deacon was in his eighties, had silver gray hair, a three-piece suit and a pocket watch. He was a godly man -- very elegant, dignified and courtly. He walked with a cane and, as he neared the boy, church members thought, &ldquo;You can&rsquo;t blame him for what he&rsquo;s going to do. How </span><span><a href="http://www.louisvuittonlouisvuitton.com/Class/Smallproducts_Mini_Lin_collection_1.html"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">cheap handbags</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> can you expect a man of his age and background to understand some college kid on the floor?&rdquo;It took a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church was utterly silent except for the clicking of his cane. You couldn&rsquo;t even hear anyone breathing. All eyes were on the deacon.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">The coaches were bewildered by his failure because he possessed all the characteristics of a superb athlete, but he couldn't seem to incorporate those advantages into a coordinated effort. He seemed to have become disconnected from his potential.</span></p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:09:48 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Anna Maes Honor]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; "><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Anna Maes Honor</span></strong></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Can it really be thirty </span><span><a href="http://yujintian.org/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">life</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> years since I received the last of the payments from Annie Mae? I find myself thinking about them more often as I approach my sixtieth birthday. Something about closing the chapters on six decades and opening the pages of a new one makes one reflect.Annie Mae&rsquo;s life has deeply touched mine. I first met her at the home of my in-laws in 1959. I had moved with my </span><span><a href="http://www.womenstore2.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Gucci handbags</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> husband and our one-year-old child to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, so my husband could complete his undergraduate work at the University of Alabama. My father-in-law was a professor of finance at the university, and my mother-in-law was active in university and community affairs. I vividly recall entering their driveway and </span><span><a href="http://www.baichben.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">When I was in tears</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> being overwhelmed by the size of their home, the beauty of the furnishings, the manicured grounds and the pecan orchard.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Annie Mae was my in-law&rsquo;s maid. She prepared and served meals in her quiet, gentle way and then returned to the kitchen to read her Bible while we ate. She was a dedicated and devoted Christian. To me, she reflected the fruit of the Holy Spirit as found in Galatians 5:22-23. I found this increasingly true even though I came to know her more by observation than by </span><span><a href="http://diannaol.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">To have a pillow</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> conversation.<span style="color: #4f81bd; "></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">My husband and I visited his parents frequently, and I became increasingly taken with this gentle, remarkable lady. Often when I saw her eating alone, reading her Bible, I wanted to sit down with her and just talk. However, whites did not do that with African Americans in the South in those days, and I conformed to the local practice -- though it conflicted with my Christian beliefs. I watched my son, Jimmy, play with her daughter, Jennifer Ann,<span>&nbsp; </span></span><span><a href="http://tsgtgs.info/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">said the Donkey</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> <span>&nbsp;</span>who on occasion came to my in-laws&rsquo; place with her mother. The two children laughed and frolicked amid the trees in the pecan orchard. It was so easy for them.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">In 1965, my world was suddenly uprooted. I found myself alone with two young sons when my husband wanted a divorce. I was fortunate to receive a full scholarship to the University of Connecticut in the field of special education. I decided to sell the furniture and household items and return to my home state with just our clothesAnnie Mae asked if she could buy the boys&rsquo; beds. When I answered yes, she asked the price. &ldquo;Thirty-five dollars,&rdquo; I replied. </span><span><a href="http://pjfqq-wan.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Foaly had said</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> <span>&nbsp;</span>Then, in her quiet way, she asked if I would sell them to her and trust her to send a little money each month. I admired her and knew her to be a woman of God, trustworthy and honest. The words of Proverbs 11 came to mind: &ldquo;A good man [person] is guided&hellip;and directed by honesty&hellip;Be sure you know a person well before you vouch for his [or her] credit.&rdquo;Annie Mae was honest, and I knew her well. So I said, &ldquo;Annie Mae, take them, they are yours.&rdquo;I returned to </span><span><a href="http://www.my-luxuryhandbags.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Chanel</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> Connecticut with my two sons and found a chicken coop that had been con</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">A year passed. I earned my master of arts degree in special education and accepted a position as a special education teacher for the state of Connecticut. I had learned my lessons well. However, I was about to learn an even greater lesson, and Annie Mae would be the </span><span><a href="http://www.my-luxuryhandbags.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Chanel handbags</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> teacher.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Annie Mae&rsquo;s last payment arrived about the time I completed my studies. Along with it came the following noteDear Mrs. HolladayI am sending you my last payment of three dollars to pay for the beds in full. I told my two sons that they could now go to the storage shed and put the beds together and sleep in them, for they are now paid for and rightfully ours. Thank you for your trust.Love in </span><span><a href="http://www.my-luxuryhandbags.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Chanel bag</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> Jesus,Annie Mae</span></p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:07:05 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The Little Green Rabbit]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; "><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">The Little Green Rabbit</span></strong></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Long ago there </span><span><a href="http://ishibackhere.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Achlys</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> <span>&nbsp;</span>was a very rich king who had three sons - three very handsome sons whom he loved very much. The king, however, desired to have this orders obeyed implicitly. One day the three princes went visiting without their father's permission and the king became so angry that he punished them by enchanting them and transforming them into little rabbits. The eldest was changed into a pinto rabbit, the second into a white rabbit, and the youngest into a very pretty little green rabbit. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">"Let us go and see who is singing," said the green </span><span><a href="http://keyimai.net/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Take a circle curse you</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> rabbit.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">His brothers refused, even though the green rabbit begged and begged. The green rabbit went alone. He went in the direction the singing came from and found a beautiful palace. Hoping to find a way to get in, he hopped around the garden walls and finally found a crack through which he crawled. Silently he crept into the garden. There he saw that the singer was a </span><span><a href="http://oo446l.info/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">But then others said</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> beautiful princess with sun-gold hair and sea-blue eyes. Her name was Marisol. The little rabbit dell in love with her at first sight. Unconsciously, he got nearer and nearer to her. The princess, seeing the rabbit, with a single motion captured him. She ran into the palace to show her parents the pretty little green rabbit she had captured. Her parents loved Marisol very much. Besides being good and kind, Marisol was their only daughter. The princess then took the rabbit to her bedroom and imagine her surprise when she heard the rabbit speak!</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">onor. They ordered musicians and artists to be brought from all over. Perhaps they would cheerher.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">In a nearby village there lived an old </span><span><a href="http://www.luxury-jewelrys.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">links of london charms</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> man who had a daughter. The girl could play the guitar and sing gay and beautiful songs. When he heard the king's proclamation, the old man decided to take Rosita, he daughter, to sing before the princess. The girl and her father, astride their little donkey, set out for the palace. They had to pass through the city where the rabbits lived. When they arrived there, Rosita and her father were very hungry. She went to a bakery near to the palace to</span><span><a href="http://www.luxury-jewelrys.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">fashion jewelry</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> buy some bread. The baker was very angry because his bread had burnt, so he hurled the flat loaf of bread at Rosita. She tried to catch it but could not. The round, flat loaf fell to the floor and rolled out of the door. Rosita ran after it, but the bread kept on rolling and rolling. Finally, it rolled through a crack in the </span><span><a href="http://www.luxury-jewelrys.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">links of london</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> palace wall and lodged near the door of a beautiful bedroom in which there were three beautiful beds. Rosita heard a noise and perforce had to hide. She took cover behind the arras in the room, and peeping around it saw three rabbits come in. One was a pinto rabbit, the other a white rabbit and the third a green rabbit. The pinto rabbit jumped on the bed, flipped himself over, and became a handsome prince. The white one did the </span><span><a href="http://www.luxury-jewelrys.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">links of london bracelet</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> same and changed into another very handsome prince. Soon, both went to sleep. Finally, the green rabbit jumped on the bed, flipped over, and was changed into a very, very handsome prince. But this last prince did not go to sleep right away; he began to cry. The other two princes awoke and began to talk to </span><span><a href="http://www.my-luxuryhandbags.com/"><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Chanel bags</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; "> him saying, "Forget the Princess Marisol. Our father will never let you marry her."</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">At last all three princes went to sleep and Rosita managed to make her way out of the palace by the same route she had used in entering.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; ">Dawn was near, so Rosita and her father left for Marisol's village.</span></p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 03:58:18 -0500</pubDate>
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	  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 05:59:27 -0600</pubDate>
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	  <title><![CDATA[GOD IS FAITHFUL...]]></title>
	  <description><![CDATA[<p>Dearly beloved, I just want to encourage and assure you that God is faith and so much commited to you. He has promised to exchange peoples' life for us. Just have faith in him and keep keeping on. He is always on time. Have a great day.</p>
<p>Love loads,</p>
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