Saturday, January 31, 2009
I wasn't sure what to call today's workout: aerobics, running/jogging, high impact? It was Gin Miller's Workout with a Medicine ball. It had me huffin' and puffin' so hard at one point I had to stop for a minute to catch my breath. I used 1 lb wrist weights during the cardio part and a 3 lb medicine ball for the rest. I ended up classifying it as high impact aerobics since I used weights and pretty much kept up with her, pausing the film when I had to rest. Good workout, good toning, good quality instruction. Get it at www.collagevideo.com. they have a lot of videos not sold in stores.
Excellent resource for fitness exercises of all types.
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
Someone sent this to me and I am sharing it with you.
Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?
This is one I can honestly say I have never seen circulating in the
emails so; if it touches you, you may want to forward it.
Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I
never noticed this....
The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed
over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave
The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly
folded, and was placed separate from the grave clothes.
Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to
the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the
She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom
Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the
tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'
Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other
disciple outran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in
and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.
Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen
wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head
was folded up and lying to the side.
Was that important? Absolutely!
Is it really significant? Yes!
In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition.
When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure
that it was exactly the way the master wanted it.
The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait,
just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the
servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished.
Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe
his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that
napkin and toss it onto the table.
The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the
wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'.
But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and
laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table,
The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!'
He is Coming Back!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
This is how I perceive myself today. No, I don't really look like this; it's how I FEEL!
I AM SO TIRED OF HIDING. I'M GOING TO STOP THIS MADNESS. I KEEP GAINING WEIGHT AND I AM AT A LOSS TO KNOW WHY. I TELL MY DOCTOR WHAT I DO HERE, SHOW HIM THE FACTS, THE CALORIES I BURN, THE FOOD I EAT. I SHOULD BE LOSING WEIGHT BUT INSTEAD I'M GAINING.
HE INCREASED MY SYNTHROID A LITTLE AND I'VE BEEN ABSOLUTELY MISERABLE SINCE. I'M JITTERY LIKE TOO MUCH COFFEE, ALTHOUGH I DON'T DRINK CAFFEINE. I'M LIKE THIS WHEN I GET UP AND STILL SIZZLING WHEN I GO TO BED. I'M "GOING TO THE BATHROOM" AT BOTH ENDS MORE THAN I USUALLY DO AND I'M CONSTANTLY, CONSTANTLY THIRSTY. DRINKING ALL THAT DAILY WATER IS NO PROBLEM FOR ME!
I FEEL FATIGUED ALL DAY LONG EXCEPT WHEN I EXERCISE, BUT EVEN THEN, THE NEXT DAY I'M EVEN MORE TIRED ALTHOUGH I DO NOT "OVERDO" IT. I'M SO FRUSTRATED I COULD CRY. IN FACT, I DO CRY.
I CALLED AN ENDOCRINOLOGIST/METABOLISM "EXPERT" THIS WEEK, BUT THEY COULDN'T GIVE ME AN APPOINTMENT TIL JUNE. CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? JUNE? I HOPE I'M STILL ALIVE BY THEN. HA! HA!
Friday, January 30, 2009
You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house
The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.
As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband.
He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.
Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up ?
Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.
A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?
'Look at it.' He said. 'Read what it says.' She read the words ' United States of America '
'No, not that; read further.'
'One cent?' 'No, keep reading.'
'In God we Trust?' 'Yes!' 'And?'
'And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time , at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!
When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, 'In God We Trust,' and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.
It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient..
Monday, January 26, 2009
The love story of Ralph and Edna...
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end.
He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.
Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.
When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.'
Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'
Happy Mental Health Day!
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