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My name is Gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I break hearts and ruin lives.

I am cunning, malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.

My victims are helpless.

They cannot protect themselves against me because
I have no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.

I am nobody's friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.

I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and
indigestion.

I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.

Even my name hisses.

I am called GOSSIP.

Office gossip
Shop gossip
Party gossip
Telephone gossip

I make headlines and headaches.

REMEMBER, when you repeat a story, ask yourself:

is it true?
Is it fair?
Is it necessary??
If not, do not repeat it.


Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My
six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we
bowed our heads he said, "God is good. God is
great. Thank you for the food, and I would even
thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for
dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers
nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's
wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know
how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I
never!".

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me,
"Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
















As I held him and assured him that he had done a
terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an
elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked
at my son and said, "I happen to know that God
thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart." Then in a
theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman
whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too
bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice
cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of
the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and
then did something I will remember the rest of my life.

He picked up his sundae and without a word walked
over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big
smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is
good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is good
already."
Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked
at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth,

I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.

Love Always,
God.

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I
don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.

Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She
reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.

"Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of french bread, a
half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday.
Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures
huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold
and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of
work if they really wanted to.

"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important
guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."

"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and
headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.

"Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure
out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag.

"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see
now that she was shivering. "You know, I've got another
coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth
unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's
shoulders.

Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the
street...without her coat and with nothing to serve her
guest. "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door,
and worried too.
The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything
to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key.
But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her
mailbox.
"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in
one day."
She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth,

It was so good to see you again.
Thank you for the lovely meal And thank you, too, for the
beautiful coat.

Love Always,
God.
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to
rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they
replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives,
even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke
signal that summons the grace of God
IS YOUR HUT BURNING?  

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.
He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the
horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to
protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little
hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened;
everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you
do this to me!" he cried.
                     LIKE A $20.00 BILL

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked,"Who would like this
$20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said,"I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded
to crumple the bill up. He then asked,"Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied,"What if I do
this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air."My friends, you have
all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in
value. It was still worth $20."

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make
and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has
happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value in God's eyes. To Him, dirty or clean,
crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to Him.

THOUGHT: The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we are but by WHOSE WE ARE! You are
special - Don't ever forget it!
Duniya Hai Ek INSTITUTION. ...
Humne Liya Hai ADMISSION....
Quran Hai Humara CONSTITUTION....
Humare Nabi Ne Diya Jiska PRESENTATION.....
Ispar Chalna Hai Apna PROFESSION....
Jod Do Isse Apna CONNECTION...
Isi Me Hai Apna Real SENSATION....
Naa Lena Tum Koi TENSION....
Yeh Duniya Toh Hai Ek STATION....
Karte Hain Woh Sab SANCTION....
Iska Allah Ke Hath Me Hai FUNCTION....
Durr Karo Apna CONFUSION.....
Shaitan Hai Humara Khula DUSHMAN....
Jo Lega Iska INJECTION....
Hoga Imaan Me FLUCTUATION.....
Qabar Me Hoga DISECTION.....
Aur Jahanum Me Iska RETENTION....
Jo Follow Karega Allah Aur Rasool Ka INSTRUCTION....
Qiyamat Me Allah Dega DECISION....
Jannat Hogi Uski DESTINATION....
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