Oswald Chambers: “What Do You Want?” Are you seeking great things for yourself? Not seeking to be a great one, but seeking great things from God for you. God wants you in a closer relationship to Him than receiv ing His gifts. He wants you to get to know Him. A great thing is accidental. It comes and goes. God never gives us anything accidental. There is nothing easier than getting into a right relationship with God except when it is not God whom you want but only what He giv es. When y ou draw near to God, you cease from ask ing for things.
HELLO MORENO VALLEY
Moreno Valley This past week I received an official document or I should say it appeared to be from our county office. Giving me a deadline as to when to send, $167.00 to receive my “grant deed” to my home. My phone started to ring off the hook about this letter so I called my councilperson and they gave me this information:
I’m writing to you that own your homes be very careful at what you receive that says it is from us.
This letter, addressed from the “TITLE COMPLIANCE OFFICE” DO NOT SEND A DIME. We as seniors must get the real deal. Let us be very careful with what we eat, drink and stay cool.
Moreno Valley: Remember the “Summer Reading Program” started June 14, 2010 at the Moreno Valley Public Library and ends July 22, 2010. The library is located at 25480 Allessandro Blvd. For more information, contact (951) 413–3880.
“I’m Just Talking: This E – Mail was sent to me a few weeks ago, being raised by my granny and grandfather this reminded me of my life as a child and I want to share it with you: “DIFFERENT DRUG PROBLEM. ”
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he ask a rhetorical question, “why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?” I replied I had a drug problem when I was young; I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ear when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was ask of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad’s field. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help some poor soul who had no one to mow her yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood, and if my mother had ever known I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my vains and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think, they are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place. God bless the parents who drugged us. “Submitted by Concerned citizen.” Trust me I remember.
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