Julie,
Mighty fine preaching there girl. Amen and amen. Let's have church.
Phil.
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From: "JULIE MELTON"
> Karen,
> Though I didn't reply before, I'm speaking life to your finances. I know
> what it's like to be in that position. If God can make tomatoes red, he
can
> provide payment for your credit card.
>
> JulieMelton
> visit me at
> www.heart-and-music.com
> Keep smiling!
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Karen Carter" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Tuesday, January 11, 2005 7:58 PM
> Subject: Re: Tomatoes Are Red, Violets Are Blue
>
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> > Shows the power of God. I need more people to command my financial
> > situation to improve and gain a good income. to pay my bills.
> >
> > --
> > Jesus made peace between God and man by dying in our place.
> > Karen Carter '74
> >
> >
> >
> > -------------- Original message --------------
> >
> > > My friend, George, told me an unusual story the other day.
> > > He said that he let some of his tomatoes get too cold one night
> > > after a neighbor had warned him about the cold snap coming through
> > > that night. "You best be getting those tomatoes cover tonight,
> > > George," he said. "It's coming down cold tonight and our tomatoes
> > > ain't gonna make it lessen we cover um up." Well, George didn't
> > > take his neighbor's advice. "I told ya," said his neighbor, "you
> > > should have covered um up. Now look at um?" The neighbor was
> > > right; they looked pitiful. While the neighbor's garden,
> > > including his tomatoes were turning nice and juicy red, the
> > > tomatoes George failed to protect were shriveling and turning an
> > > ugly color of green.
> > >
> > > Deciding he might as well destroy them, he went to the garden
> > > one day with every intention of doing exactly that. When he got
> > > there, a thought struck him. Instead of destroying the plants, he
> > > chose to exercise authority over them. How did he do that, you
> > > may ask? With words. He spoke to them. That's right. He spoke
> > > to the tomato plants and commanded them, in the name of Jesus
> > > Christ, to live and to grow. No, he didn't do this just once. He
> > > did it often and several times a day.
> > >
> > > After a few days of this, with no noticeable change, he
> > > decided it wasn't going to work. So he returned to the garden to
> > > get rid of those pitiful looking tomato plants. As he reached
> > > down to grab the first plant to pull it from the soil, he heard a
> > > volcanic voice boom in his mind say, "What are you doing?" He
> > > nearly jumped out of his skin from shock.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," he stammered and backed peddled away from the
> > > plants as fast as he could go.
> > >
> > > By the end of the season, the Tomatoes where the reddest and
> > > the best tasting tomatoes he and his family had ever eaten.
> > >
> > > If you doubt the validity of this story, let me know and I
> > > will put you in touch with George directly. He will be happy to
> > > tell you the story of how big God is even when it comes to tomato
> > > plants.
> > >
> > > I only have one question for you to ponder. Was God more
> > > interested in those pitiful dying tomato plants or was He more
> > > interest in George whom He loves?
> > >
> > > Phil.
> > >
> > > I Flew Kites With Jesus
> > > www.SafePlaceFellowship.com
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> > <DIV>Shows the power of God. I need more people to command my
> > financial situation to improve and gain a good income. to pay my
> > bills. </DIV>
> > <DIV> </DIV>
> > <DIV class=signature id=signature>--<BR>Jesus made peace between God and
> > man by dying in our place. <BR>Karen Carter '74 <BR><BR></DIV>
> > <DIV> </DIV>
> > <BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT:
> > #1010ff 2px solid">-------------- Original message --------------
> > <BR><BR>> My friend, George, told me an unusual story the other day.
> > <BR>> He said that he let some of his tomatoes get too cold one night
> > <BR>> after a neighbor had warned him about the cold snap coming
> > through <BR>> that night. "You best be getting those tomatoes cover
> > tonight, <BR>> George," he said. "It's coming down cold tonight and
our
> > tomatoes <BR>> ain't gonna make it lessen we cover um up." Well,
George
> > didn't <BR>> take his neighbor's advice. "I told ya," said his
> > neighbor, "you <BR>> should have covered um up. Now look at um?" The
> > neighbor was <BR>> right; they looked pitiful. While the neighbor's
> > garden, <BR>> including his tomatoes were turning nice and juicy red,
> > the <BR>> tomatoes George failed to protect were shriveling and
turning
> > an <BR>> ugly color of green. <BR>> <BR>> Deciding he might as
> > well destroy them, he went to the garden <BR>> one day with every
> > intention of doing exactly that. When he got <BR>> there, a thought
> > struck him. Instead of destroying the plants, he <BR>> chose to
> > exercise authority over them. How did he do that, you <BR>> may ask?
> > With words. He spoke to them. That's right. He spoke <BR>> to the
> > tomato plants and commanded them, in the name of Jesus <BR>> Christ,
to
> > live and to grow. No, he didn't do this just once. He <BR>> did it
> > often and several times a day. <BR>> <BR>> After a few days of
this,
> > with no noticeable change, he <BR>> decided it wasn't going to work.
So
> > he returned to the garden to <BR>> get rid of those pitiful looking
> > tomato plants. As he reached <BR>> down to grab the first plant to
pull
> > it from the soil, he heard a <BR>> volcanic voice boom in his mind
say,
> > "What are you doing?" He <BR>> nearly jumped out of his skin from
> > shock. <BR>> <BR>> "Nothing," he stammered and backed peddled away
> > from the <BR>> plants as fast as he could go. <BR>> <BR>> By
the
> > end of the season, the Tomatoes where the reddest and <BR>> the best
> > tasting tomatoes he and his family had ever eaten. <BR>> <BR>> If
> > you doubt the validity of this story, let me know and I <BR>> will
put
> > you in touch with George directly. He will be happy to <BR>> tell you
> > the story of how big God is even when it comes to tomato <BR>>
plants.
> > <BR>> <BR>> I only have one question for you to ponder. Was God
more
> > <BR>> interested in those pitiful dying tomato plants or was He more
> > <BR>> interest in George whom He loves? <BR>> <BR>> Phil.
> > <BR>> <BR>> I Flew Kites With Jesus <BR>>
> > www.SafePlaceFellowship.com <BR>> </BLOCKQUOTE></body></html>
> >
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