Super model apologizes for indecent dress and covers up on stage: Cameron Russell

18 10 2014

This video is worth 2o minutes of your time.  

Super Model, Cameron Russel walked up stage, apologizes for the dress she is wearing, covers up on stage and says,”Looks aren’t everything. Believe me, I am a model” Please share it with your daughter, sister or friend who is dying to be like the girls on the glossy mag





The Keys to success are Prayer, Discipline and Consistency: Denzel Washington

28 06 2014

 Denzel Washington: it not how much you have, but what you do that counts

Here is the advice Mr Washington recently gave to a group of young actors:
True desire, in the heart, for anything good, is God’s proof to you, sent before hand, to indicate that it is yours already. That dream that you have to be anything you want to be, is God’s proof to you that you already have it. Claim it!

Dreams without goals remain dreams, just dreams, and ultimately fuels disappointment. Dreams without, minute goals, hourly goals, weekly goals, monthly goals, yearly goal, remain dreams, and ultimately fuels disappointment.

Goals on the road to achievement cannot be achieved without discipline and consistency. Between Goals and achievement are discipline and consistency.

I pray that you all put your shoes way under the bed at night so that you have to get on your knees in the morning to get it. And while you are down there, thank God for grace and mercy and understanding. We all fall short of the glory of God.

If you just start thinking of all the things you have to say thank you for. We all have the gift to go out and touch someone. Understand that gift, protect that gift and Treasure it.

I have been blessed to make millions of dollars but I can’t take it with me and neither can you, so it not how much you have, but what you do with what you have that counts. And we all have different gifts: some have money, some have love, and some have patience. Use it, share it that is what counts, not what you are riding in or what you are flying in. Please, please watch the VIDEO





A thousand times I’ve tried to forgive the man who killed my Daughter

13 06 2014

A thousand times I've tried to forgive the man who killed my Daughter

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand. Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he’d never seen in uniform.
“Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.”
“Hello, Jack.” No smile.
“Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
“I’ve seen some long days at the office lately. I’m afraid I bent the rules a bit-just this once.”
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement.
“Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct.”
Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
“What’d you clock me at?”
“Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?”
“Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65.”
The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
“Please, Jack, get in the car.”
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dash board. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn’t he asked for a driver’s license? Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand.
Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
“Thanks.” Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word.
Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.
Jack began to read:
“Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it-a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I’m going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I’ve tried to forgive that man.
A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful. My son is all I have left. “Bob”
Jack turned around in time to see Bob’s car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he, too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care.





Begger Woman with Hungry Child: Christ in Disguise

7 06 2014

Begger Woman with Hungry Child: Christ in Disguise

In Tolstoy’s beautiful story, Where Love is, God Is, there is the story of an old cobbler who hears a voice in his sleep one night. The voice tells him that on the very next day the Lord Jesus will visit him. Next morning, he begins his work in a spirit of high expectation as he eagerly awaits the coming of the Lord. But the only visitors he has that day are people in distress. First, there is an emaciated old beggar with a rattling tubercular cough. The old cobbler takes him in, warms him by the fire and gives him food. Next comes a half frozen, thinly clad woman carrying her hungry baby in her arms. She needs food and clothing and the old cobbler obliges. Then an old apple-woman comes. She is terribly upset because a boy has tried to steal her apples. The cobbler knows the boy and he is able to bring the two together and reconcile them. This day has not turned out as expected, but the cobbler has not forgotten the promise of the Lord’s visit. Tired now, he falls asleep in his chair and he hears the same voice from the previous night, ‘I was hungry and you fed me, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was sick and you ministered to me’.





Sometimes the Struggle is Exactly What We need: Story of the Butterfly

31 05 2014

 Sometimes the Struggle is Exactly What We need: Story of the Butterfly

A man found a cocoon of the emperor moth and took it home to watch it emerge. One day a small opening appeared, and for several hours the moth struggled, but couldn’t seem to force its body past a certain point
Deciding something was wrong, the man took a pair of scissors and snipped the, remaining bit of cocoon. The moth emerged easily, its body large and swollen, the wings small and shrivelled.
He expected that in a few hours the wings would spread out in their natural beauty, but they did not. Instead of developing into a creature free to fly, the moth spent its life dragging around a swollen body and shrivelled wings.
The constricting cocoon and the struggle necessary to pass through the tiny opening are God’s way of forcing fluid from the body into the wings. The “merciful” snip was, in reality, cruel. Sometimes the struggle is exactly what we need. Parents who make life too easy for their children make life too hard for them as adult





Look Up From Your Phone and You Will Find Love BY TAMARA RAJAKARIAR

6 05 2014

You’re probably thinking that you’ve read a million articles on the downside of social media: of how it is making us become more isolated, more self-involved, and less social.

This video takes a slightly different angle. It definitely points out these disadvantages, but it also conveys the possibilities that we are missing out on if we’re always glued to our phone or device – the views we could enjoy rather than immediately photographing to put on online, the everyday moment we might live without having to update our Facebook community, the people we might meet and get to know face-to-face without first stalking their online profiles.

Watch it and see for yourself – and I wouldn’t say no to sharing it with every teenager and young adult that you know! As one of my Dad’s favourite phrases goes: “disconnect to connect!”
From MercatorNet





Valuable Things are Covered and Hard To Get By Mohammed Ali

8 04 2014

Valuable Things are Covered and Hard To Get

An incident transpired when Muhammad Ali’s daughters arrived at his home wearing clothes that were quite revealing.
Here is the story as told by one of his daughters:
“When we finally arrived, the chauffeur escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father’s suite. As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day.
My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to.
Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected.
Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell.
Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You’ve got to work hard to get to them.”
He looked at me with serious eyes. “Your body is sacred. You’re far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too.”

From the book: More Than A Hero: Muhammad Ali’s Life Lessons Through His Daughter’s Eyes.








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