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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 20:00:32 GMT -5
Another song that Joey sung was " Jesus Loves Me". This song has great memories for me. When I was about 5 more than 70 years ago, we had 2 Lady Workers staying with us for some time. My Mum was very sick in Hospital and they came to help Dad look after us 3 boys. It was Nellie Crawford and Georgina Manning. Wonderful ladies. They brought with them a fold up organ, that they used at Gospel meetings. Georgie used to play the organ, and Nellie used to sing, had a good voice. And I can remember sitting on the lounge room floor, while they taught us to sing "Jesus Loves Me". I will never forget that, and I loved those ladies then, and hold them in high esteem until the day I die. This link is Joey singing that song. youtu.be/-jABcYKhDrI
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2018 15:20:13 GMT -5
These apply to you and I Magpie.
'OLD' IS WHEN.... Your sweetie says 'Let's go upstairs and make love' And you answer: 'Pick one, I can't do both!'
'OLD' IS WHEN... Your friends compliment you On your new alligator shoes And you're barefoot!
'OLD' IS WHEN... A sexy babe or hunk catches your fancy .... And your pacemaker opens the garage door!
'OLD' IS WHEN... You don't care where your spouse goes .. Just as long as you don't have to go along.
'OLD' IS WHEN... You are cautioned to slow down By the doctor instead of by the police
'OLD' IS WHEN... 'Getting lucky' means you find your car .. In the parking lot.
'OLD' IS WHEN... An 'all nighter' means not getting up To use the bathroom.
AND 'OLD' IS WHEN..... You are not sure these are jokes!
Have a good day!
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Post by magpie on Feb 17, 2018 16:35:41 GMT -5
Remember those days, Your Uncle's black Buick sitting outside the RSL hall. Now Redback you and your Bilson hat have you listened to "Living" "on the green side of the grass" yet.
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Post by bluejay on Feb 17, 2018 16:41:48 GMT -5
I just discovered this thread today. Thank you magpie. What a wonderful find. It has been a delight to read through all the contributions. Two things that are very near and dear to my heart are music and humor. One of my best memories of convention days, way back when, was of the uplifting singing by so many people in harmony. I now love to listen to Christian music, and tons of southern gospel music. A little glimpse of what I think I'll find beyond the pearly gates. Every single day I'm on YouTube, looking for familiar songs, and by following that trail I've discovered SO many beautiful new ones. I'll often search for a familiar hymn, such as the time I was looking for 'Softly and tenderly'. That was how I first heard Joey Feek. Thanks for posting that video Redback. Thanks also for sharing how you first learned the song Jesus loves me. I wasn't exposed to that song through meetings, but rather through my friends who went to Sunday School. (Rabbit trail here ..... they were picked up by a school bus on the corner of our street, taken to some church, then brought back with crafts they had made, and singing that song. Even as a small child I was aware that their parents were sitting at home drinking coffee, while they were sent off to a church. I sure envied those colored pictures though). Thank goodness I now see families arrive at church together). slow to see -- I'd never heard Chain Breaker before, so thanks for posting that. I now have a new artist to check out! As well, I can vividly remember that situation with the injured athlete and his father. Maybe parallels us in the way OUR Father is always present when we need Him? snow --- "I choose love". Another great contribution to this thread. The older I grow the more I realize life is ALL about choices. And our choices directly influence our future. Galations 5:19-26 is a good measure of what choosing love - or not - will look like. magpie shared a video of children singing. I'd like to contribute one also - one that combines harmony AND humor. youtu.be/GGUzkUMXNCc
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Post by magpie on Feb 17, 2018 16:45:44 GMT -5
ettu Dear one. If you have the "Good News" you will reach out for the ones ,and bring them back to the 99. That is by Love.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2018 17:54:42 GMT -5
Smiling broadly, fellas, we are very close to being of the same age! I am in complete agreement with this thread! Best of wishes to everyone, especially those likeminded!
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Post by slowtosee on Feb 17, 2018 20:39:01 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2018 1:40:16 GMT -5
This one is for our good friend Dennis. Hope you enjoy. Love you brother. God bless. youtu.be/3iZ_03huJCo
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2018 12:12:43 GMT -5
Let us not be uneasy then about the different roads we may pursue, as believing them the shortest, to that our last abode, but following the guidance of a good conscience, let us be happy in the hope that by these different paths we shall all meet in the end. Thomas Jefferson.
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Post by magpie on Feb 18, 2018 16:36:10 GMT -5
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Post by bluejay on Feb 18, 2018 17:39:03 GMT -5
ELEPHANT AND THE BLIND MEN
Once upon a time, there lived six blind men in a village. One day the villagers told them, "Hey, there is an elephant in the village today." They had no idea what an elephant was. They decided, "Even though we would not be able to see it, let us go and feel it anyway."
All of them went where the elephant was. Everyone of them touched the elephant.
"Hey, the elephant is a pillar," said the first man who touched his leg. "Oh, no! it is like a rope," said the second man who touched the tail. "Oh, no! it is like a thick branch of a tree," said the third man who touched the trunk of the elephant. "It is like a big hand fan" said the fourth man who touched the ear of the elephant. "It is like a huge wall," said the fifth man who touched the belly of the elephant. "It is like a solid pipe," Said the sixth man who touched the tusk of the elephant.
They began to argue about the elephant, and everyone of them insisted that he was right. They began to get agitated. A wise man was passing by and he saw this. He stopped and asked them, "What is the matter?" They said, "We cannot agree on what the elephant looks like." Each one of them told him what he thought the elephant was like. The wise man calmly explained to them, "All of you are right. The reason every one of you is telling it differently, is because each one of you touched a different part of the elephant. So, actually the elephant has all those features you are explaining." "Oh!" everyone said. There was no more fighting. They felt happy that they were all right.
The moral of the story is that there may be some truth to what someone says. Sometimes we can see that truth, and sometimes not, because they may have experienced it from a different perspective. So, rather than arguing like the blind men, we should say, "Maybe you have your reasons." This way we don’t get in arguments. This teaches us to be tolerant towards others for their viewpoints. This allows us to live in harmony with people of different thinking.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 4:06:25 GMT -5
Another one for you and I Magpie. We Qualify for this title.
I never really liked the terminology "Old Farts" but this makes me feel better about it.
And if you aren't one, I'll bet you know one!
I got this from an "Old Fart" friend of mine!
OLD FART PRIDE
It's not a bad thing to be called an Old Fart.
Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events; during the National Anthem, Old Farts remove their hats and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them.
Old Farts remember World War II, Normandy , Spitfires and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Bomb, Vietnam , the Korean War, the Cold War, the Moon Landing and all the Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005.
If you bump into an Old Fart on the pavement, he will apologise. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are polite, particularly to women.
Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.
Old Farts get embarrassed if someone swears in front of women and children and they don't like any filthy language on TV.
Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag except about their children and grandchildren.
It's the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in the Air Force, Army, and Navy.
This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.
We need them now more than ever.
Thank Goodness for Old Farts!
I was taught to respect my elders. It's just getting harder to find them.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 3:19:31 GMT -5
I will seek and find you ... . I shall take you to bed and have my way with you
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg .
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot!
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Post by magpie on Feb 24, 2018 1:46:58 GMT -5
I am not going to heaven because I preached to great crowds or read the Bible many times.I am going to heaven just like the thief on the cross who said in that last moment "Lord remember me"..........Billy Graham
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Post by magpie on Feb 25, 2018 18:59:36 GMT -5
Redback,remember the story of the old ladies at Stoneyford convention? One was heard to say. "I have no doubts about the virgin birth,but,three wise men, i'd have my doubts about that".
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 19:32:38 GMT -5
Magpie you are going back a long way now. Did you ever visit the McKenzie's who owned that property. They also had a big black Buick. Interesting that the small Convention buildings from Stoneyford were shifted to Larpent. I helped with that. Then a few years later they went on to Yeo, where they are now. Those buildings sure got around a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2018 19:56:39 GMT -5
There is a new ray of hope, and now I'm believing that the past is the past, and the future is beginning to look brighter.
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Post by snow on Mar 3, 2018 13:06:59 GMT -5
I was thinking last night about our little community on here. And, we have rather become like a little community. Some of you I have been posting with for about 8 years off and on. We know about each other's thoughts even though we have never met and in most cases don't even know each other's real names. But one thing I do see is that I have grown to care about you all. You matter to me. I don't have to agree with your beliefs to still enjoy having a conversation with you. Thank you, all of you, for making our little community possible and to Admin and the mods for hosting a safe place for us to talk and share our thoughts. Have a wonderful day everyone!
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Post by howitis on Mar 3, 2018 16:29:25 GMT -5
Thanks @redback this is one of my favourite hymns
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 18:15:45 GMT -5
I am glad that you liked it howitis. My late Brother Alan, used to sing it a lot, and when I hear it I think of him. He had a wonderful voice, had it trained, and I think that "Whispering Hope" was one that his Teacher gave him to sing.
And when I hear that leaf playing, I remember Frank Hitchings a Worker that often stayed with us. Frank was a very meek,humble man, and loved to play hymns on a gum leaf. He was very good at it, and the one I posted brought back memories of the times with Frank.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 18:19:29 GMT -5
Trees BY JOYCE KILMER
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 19:06:44 GMT -5
I was thinking last night about our little community on here. And, we have rather become like a little community. Some of you I have been posting with for about 8 years off and on. We know about each other's thoughts even though we have never met and in most cases don't even know each other's real names. But one thing I do see is that I have grown to care about you all. You matter to me. I don't have to agree with your beliefs to still enjoy having a conversation with you. Thank you, all of you, for making our little community possible and to Admin and the mods for hosting a safe place for us to talk and share our thoughts. Have a wonderful day everyone! Snow, a great post, very well said. I strongly endorse your remarks. Your posts are always respectful, and you have made a big contribution to TMB. Take a bow. And isn't that the most important thing, that we have respect for one another, no matter what our beliefs. After all beliefs are only thoughts of the human mind, so you are going to get a wide range of ideas. So each individual has to assess them, and make their own mind up as to what they like, or don't like. I find that religion is a mishmash of ideas, and so it should be, thought out by humans. But I accept it for what it is, and respect people who go down that path. But you have to be able to put religion in its place, and be aware there are greater things to think about. As I have got older I tend to think more about creation itself, and our small part in it. When you think about the dust to dust process, how marvellous is that, we can hardly comprehend. For a small period in time we are transformed dirt, what a privilege. And whether we believe it is God or some other force really doesn't matter. The main thing is that it has happened for us, and we give praise and thanks for that. The last part of "Desiderata" sums it up for me, and I quote, "Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive God to be. And whatever your labor and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life,keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful, strive to be happy".
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 15:06:21 GMT -5
Let your inquisitive mind overcome religious superstitions, to find your own answers to important life questions. Be observant, skeptical, seek knowledge by yourself using other people's expertise, not other people's opinions based on their personal problematic beliefs.
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Post by slowtosee on Mar 11, 2018 16:42:04 GMT -5
The Cold Within by James Kinney
Six humans trapped in happenstance In dark and bitter cold, Each one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, The first woman held hers back, For of the faces around the fire, She noticed one was black. The next man looking across the way Saw not one of his church, And couldn't bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes. He gave his coat a hitch, Why should his log be put to use, To warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat back and thought Of the wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned, From the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man's face bespoke revenge As the fire passed from sight, For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white. The last man of this forlorn group Did naught except for gain, Giving only to those who gave, Was how he played the game. The logs held tight in death's still hands, Was proof of human sin, They didn't die from the cold without, They died from the cold within.
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Post by magpie on Mar 11, 2018 19:50:34 GMT -5
G'day Redback,Loved the "Whispering Hope #"....
AS the day begins so fresh and new I have thoughts within they grew A message to send and say to all Something so important,I must not stall To tell you the truth I forgot what it was So pretend it was wise and give me applause. Re McKenzies Buick 1937,the most plush seats you could ever find.. On their way to Lorne they always dropped in for a cuppa Mrs Mac and Doreen. The only memory of Glentarn convention ,was the Steam Train going by and a "HUGE" snake in the front garden. We visited regularly after the Convention was stopped until they built their new home at Lorne.. That one they called ,"Elzapharn",=God has protected.The holiday one prior was called "Everest".
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 20:16:13 GMT -5
Thanks Magpie, glad you enjoyed "Whispering Hope". When I hear it I remember my Brother who used to sing it a lot. He had a wonderful baritone voice, and had it trained. His Teacher wanted him to go into Opera, but of course that was a no, no, for us those days.
Will put the lyrics of "Whispering Hope" here as they are inspirational if you are going through tough times.
Whispering Hope
Septimus Winner, 1868
copyright status is Public Domain
Soft as the voice of an angel, Breathing a lesson unheard, Hope with a gentle persuasion Whispers her comforting word: Wait till the darkness is over, Wait till the tempest is done, Hope for the sunshine tomorrow, After the shower is gone.
Refrain: Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice, Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.
If, in the dusk of the twilight, Dim be the region afar, Will not the deepening darkness Brighten the glimmering star? Then when the night is upon us, Why should the heart sink away? When the dark midnight is over, Watch for the breaking of day.
Hope, as an anchor so steadfast, Rends the dark veil for the soul, Whither the Master has entered, Robbing the grave of its goal; Come then, oh, come, glad fruition, Come to my sad weary heart; Come, O Thou blest hope of glory, Never, oh, never depart.
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