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How to get into heaven

A man dies and goes to heaven. Of course, St. Peter meets him at the pearly gates.
St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done, and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in."
"Okay," the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart."
"That's wonderful," says St. Peter, "that's worth three points!"
"Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and service."
"Terrific!" says St. Peter, "that's certainly worth a point."
"One point? Golly. How about this: I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for homeless veterans."
"Fantastic, that's good for two more points, " he says.
"TWO POINTS!!" the man cries, "At this rate the only way I get into heaven is by the grace of God!"
"Come on in!"

What are your questions ?

"It's impossible"
All things are possible (Luke 18:27)

"I'm too tired"
I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28-30)

"Nobody really loves me"
I love you (John 3:16 & John 13:34)

"I can't go on"
My grace is sufficient (II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)

"I can't figure things out"
I will direct your steps (Proverbs 3:5-6)

"I can't do it"
You can do all things (Phillipians 4:13)

"I'm not able"
I am able (II Corinthians 9:8)

"It's not worth it"
It will be worth it (Romans 8:28)

"I can't forgive myself"
I forgive you (I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)

"I can't manage"
I will supply all your needs (Phillipians 4:19)

"I'm afraid"
I have not given you a spirit of fear (II Timothy 1:7)

"I'm always worried and frustrated"
Cast all your cares on Me (I Peter 5:7)

"I don't have enough faith"
I've given everyone a measure of faith (Romans 12:3)

"I'm not smart enough"
I give you wisdom (I Corinthians 1:30)

"I feel all alone"
I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13:5)

Emergency Phone Numbers:


>>>   When in sorrow, call John 14.
>>>   When men fail you, call Psalm 27.
>>>   If you want to be fruitful, call John 15.
>>>   When you have sinned, call Psalm 51.
>>>   When you worry, call Matthew 6:19-34.
>>>   When you are in danger, call Psalm 91.
>>>   When God seems far away, call Psalm 139.
>>>   When your faith needs stirring, call Hebrews 11.
>>>   When you are lonely and fearful, call Psalm 23.
>>>   When you grow bitter and critical, call 1 Cor. 13.
>>>   For Paul's secret to happiness, call Col. 3:12-17.
>>>   For idea of Christianity, call 1 Cor. 5:15-19.
>>>   When you feel down and out, call Romans 8:31-
>>>   When you want peace and rest, call Matt. 11:25-30.
>>>   When the world seems bigger than God, call Psalm 90.
>>>   When you want Christian assurance, call Romans 8:1-30.
>>>   When you leave home for labor or travel, call Psalm 121.
>>>   When your prayers grow narrow or selfish, call Psalm 67.
>>>   For a great invention/opportunity, call Isaiah 55.
>>>   When you want courage for a task, call Joshua 1.
>>>   How to get along with fellow men, call Romans 12.
>>>   When you think of investments/returns, call Mark 10.
>>>   If you are depressed, call Psalm 27.
>>>   If your pocketbook is empty, call Psalm 37.
>>>   If you're losing confidence in people, call 1 Cor. 13.
>>>   If people seem unkind, call John 15.
>>>   If discouraged about your work, call Psalm 126.
>>>   If you find the world growing small and yourself great, call Psalm 19.
>>>
>>>Emergency numbers may be dialed direct. No operator assistance is
>>>necessary. All lines are open to Heaven 24 hours a day! Feed your
>>>faith, and doubt will starve to death!  Pass it on!!

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The Three Trees


          Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.  The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure.  I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones.  I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean.  "I want to be traveling mighty waters  and carrying powerful kings.  I'll be the strongest ship in the world!" The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town.  "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all.   I want to grow so tall that when people top to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God.   I will be the tallest tree in the world."   Years passed.  The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful.  It is perfect for me."  With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell."Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!"  The first tree said.  

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said,  "This tree is strong.  It is perfect for me."  With a swoop of his shining  axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree.   "I  shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter  looked her way.  She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to  heaven.  But the woodcutter never even looked up.   "Any kind of tree will  do for me."  He muttered.  With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell. The first tree rejoiced when the   woodcutter brought her to a  carpenter's shop.  But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox  for animals.   The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, with treasure.  She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a   shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day.  Instead the   once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat.   She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river;   instead she was taken to a little lake.  The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard.         "What happened?"  The once tall tree wondered.  "All I ever  wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."  Many many days and nights passed. 

The three trees nearly  forgot their dreams.  But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as  a  young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." her husband  whispered.   The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood.  "This manger is beautiful." she said.  And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.  One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat.  The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly  sailed out into the lake.  Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little  tree shuddered.  She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain.   The tired man awakened.  He stood up, stretched out his hand,  and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun.  And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.   One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams  were yanked from the forgotten woodpile.  She flinched as she was  carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers  nailed a man's hands to her.  She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled  with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed  everything.  It had made the third tree strong.  And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.  That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

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