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The Barbershop

The Bible says to have an answer for why you believe to those who ask you. This is a good example of an answer to one of the most common >reasons people give for ignoring God and His goodness.

A man went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard cut as always. He began to have a good conversation with the barber who attended  him. They talked about so many things and various subjects.

Suddenly, they touched on the subject of God. The barber said: "Look man, I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, it's so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God exists, there would be no suffering nor pain. I can't think of loving a God who >permits all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but he didn't respond because he did not want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barber shop, he saw a man in the street with long hair and a beard. It was very long, and a long time since he had his hair cut and he looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say they don't exist?" asked the surprised barber. " I am >here and I am a barber. Why I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who is outside."

"Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me."

"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God does exist. What happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

Hahaha, that is great. I just got home from the Barber, too ;) ;D

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 8)      I love it!!!

Oklahoma Howdy to Ambassador4Christ,

AMEN BROTHER! - I loved it. That was a beautiful comparison.

Love In Christ,
Tom

One Sunday morning an old cowboy entered a church just before services were to begin. Although the old man and his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were very worn and ragged. In His hand he carried a worn out old hat and an equally worn out bible. The
Church he entered was in a very upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest and most beautiful church the old cowboy had ever seen. The people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive clothes and accessories. As the cowboy took a seat, the others moved away from him. No
one greeted, spoke to, or welcomed him. They were all appalled at his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.

The preacher gave a long sermon about Hellfire and brimstone and a stern lecture on how much money the church needed to do God's work. As the old cowboy was leaving the church, the preacher approached him and asked the cowboy to do him a favor. "Before you come back in here again, have a talk
with God and ask him what He thinks would be appropriate attire for worship. "The old cowboy assured the preacher he would. The next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots, and hat. Once again he was completely shunned and ignored.

The preacher approached the man and said, "I thought I asked you to speak to God before you came back to our church."   "I did," replied the old cowboy.

"If you spoke to God, what did he tell you the proper attire should be for worshiping in here?" asked the preacher."Well, sir, God told me that He didn't have a clue what I should wear. He says He's never been here before."

ROTF!!! I love it!!

Ambassador those are great I love em' ;D Got anymore? :)

Thanks Jeeper, yes I have tons of them. I will be posting them.

"Grace & Peace"

My Son


Take my Son  



A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had  everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.  



When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very  courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified  
and grieved deeply for his only son.  



About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door A  young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir,  you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He  
saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck  him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your  love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to  have this."  



The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own  eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for  the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."  



The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his  home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of  the other great works he had collected.  



The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.  



On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"  



There was silence.  



Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous  paintings. Skip this one."  



But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"  



Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"  



But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"  



Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.  







"We have $10, who will bid $20?"  



"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."  



"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"  



The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.  



The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"  



A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"  



The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."  



"What about the paintings?"  


"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a  secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until  this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.  



The man who took the son gets everything!"  



God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"  



Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.  



FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER  BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE  




God Bless.  

Oklahoma Howdy to Ambassador4Christ,

AMEN and AMEN BROTHER! Those are beautiful comparisons. We who have THE SON do have riches beyond imagination.

Love In Christ,
Tom

All good ones!  :D

But this one is new to me! I love it!:

I think I've visited that church.... :-X

;D ;D ;D

What's your witness?

Two cars were waiting at a stoplight.  The light turned green, but the man didn't notice it.  A woman in the car behind him is watching traffic pass around them. The woman begins pounding on her steering wheel and yelling at the man to move. The man doesn't move.

The woman is going ballistic inside her car, ranting and raving at the man, pounding on her steering wheel and dash. The light turns yellow and the woman begins to blow the car horn, flips him off, and screams profanity and curses at the man.

The man, looks up, sees the yellow light and accelerates through the intersection just as the light turns red. The  woman is beside herself, screaming in frustration as she misses her chance to get through the intersection. As she is still in midrant she hears a tap on her window and looks up into the barrel of a gun held by a very serious looking policeman.

The policeman tells her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in sight. She complies, speechless at  what is happening. After she shuts off the engine, the policeman orders her to exit her car with her hands up.  She gets out of the car and he orders her to turn and place her hands on her car then handcuffs her and takes her to the Police station where she is fingerprinted, photographed, searched, booked and placed in a cell.

After a couple of hours, a policeman approaches the cell and opens the door for her. She is escorted back to the booking desk where the original officer is waiting with her personal effects and says, "I'm really sorry for this mistake. But you see, I  pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping the guy off in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the "Choose Life" license plate holder, the "What Would Jesus Do" bumper sticker, the "Follow Me to Sunday School" bumper sticker, and the chrome plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.

Naturally I assumed you had stolen the car."

How true.

I liked them all Ambassador, thanks

Your friend and brother

The Crusader

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DITTO ;D