What Is God’s Will

Written By: Gary Wonning

God’s Will

It is not always easy for us to know what God’s Will is. There are many misconceptions about what is meant by that. Many fundamentalists believe it means a life of sacrifice and giving up all of life’s pleasures.

Nothing can be further from the truth, God would not have provided all that he has if he had meant for us to not partake in the rewards of life. While it is true some sacrifice is involved, life isn’t meant to be all work and no play.

While there is some sacrifice involved, it only means giving up some of our animalistic instincts and developing self-control. It means taking control of your life and treating others as you would be treated.

It means living by the Will of God, or doing as your higher self or God would desire you to do.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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Church and School Life In the 50s

Written By: Gary Wonning

Attending Sunday school and church was something we did every Sunday, almost without fail. We would do at least one or the other or both. Dad worked driving the milk truck on Sunday so he didn’t go as much as mom and I did.

Occasionally, if mom didn’t want to go to Sunday school, I would ride my bike the two miles to church if the weather allowed. I didn’t walk two miles uphill to school every day through knee deep snow, but I did occasionally ride my bike two miles to Sunday school, and one way was uphill.

We went to a small struggling country church and almost everyone was related one way or another, so going to church was almost like a family reunion.

Our social and spiritual life was centered around the church.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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The Priest and the Race Track

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A beautiful flower

The Race Track

Charlie was a regular visitor at the racetrack. One afternoon he noticed an unusual sight. Right before the first race, a Catholic priest visited one of the horses in the stable area and gave it a blessing. Charlie watched the horse race very carefully, and sure enough the blessed horse came in first!

Charlie followed the priest before the next race, and again he went to the stables and performed a similar procedure. Charlie played hunch and put a couple of dollars on the blessed horse. Sure enough the blessed horse came in by two lengths and Charlie won close to fifty bucks!

The priest continued the same procedure through the next few races and Charlie won each time. He was now ahead $1000, so between races Charlie left the track and went to the bank and withdraw his life’s savings of $20,000.

The biggest race of the day was the last one. Charlie followed the priest and watched carefully which horse he blessed. He then went to the betting window and put his whole $21,000 bundle of cash on that horse to win.

Then Charlie went out to watch the horses race. Down the stretch they came, and as they crossed the finish line, the horse Charlie’s fortune was bet on was dead last!

Charlie was crushed. He located the priest and told him that he had been watching him bless the horses all day, and they all became winners except the last horse on which he had bet his life savings. Charlie then asked, “What happened to the last horse which you blessed? Why didn’t it win like the others?”

“That’s the trouble with some folks ,” sighed the priest. “they can never tell the difference between a blessing and the Last Rites.”

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The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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The Bible Salesman

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The beach at Cozumel

The Bible Salesman
The minister realized his Church was getting into serious financial trouble. However, while checking the Church storeroom, he discovered dozens cartons of new Bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation who would be willing to sell the Bibles door-to-door for $10 each to raise the desperately needed money for the Church.

Peter, Paul and Louis all raised their hands to volunteer for the task. The minister knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen and were likely capable of selling some Bibles. But he had serious doubts about Louis, who was a local farmer who had always kept to himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment — poor Louis stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the minister decided to let him try anyway. He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked with Bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of their door-to-door selling efforts the following Sunday.

Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately asked, “Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our Bibles last week?”

Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, “Using my sales prowess, I was able to sell 20 Bibles, and here’s the $200 I collected for the Church.”

“Fine job, Peter!” the minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. “You are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you.” Turning to Paul he said, “And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the Church last week?”

Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, “I am a professional salesman. I sold 28 Bibles for the Church, and here is the $280 I collected.”

The minister responded, “That’s absolutely splendid, Paul! You are truly a professional salesman and the Church is also indebted to you.” Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louis and said, “And Louis, did you manage to sell any Bibles last week?”

Louis silently offered the minister a large envelope. The reverend opened it and counted the contents.

“What is this!?” the minister exclaimed. “Louis, there’s $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you sold 320 Bibles for the Church, door to door, in just one week?”

Louis just nodded.

“That s impossible!” Peter and Paul said in unison. “We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many Bibles as we could!”

“Yes, this does seem unlikely,” the minister agreed. “I think you better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louis.”

Louis shrugged. “I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don t knkn-know f-f-f-for sh-sh-sh-sure,” he stammered.

Impatiently, Peter interrupted. “For crying out loud, Louis, just tell us what you said to them when they answered the door!”

“A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was,” Louis replied,” W-w-w-w-would y-y-y-you l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this B-B-B-B-Bible f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks or wo-wo-would yo-you J-j-just l-like m-m-me T-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read It t-to y-y-you?”

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The blogger has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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The Rabbi and The Muslim

The Rabbi And The Muslims
Yeah it’s silly, but what the heck?

 


 

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Sunset on Lake Santee

A rabbi got onto a plane and took the last seat available, surrounded by Muslims. There was an uncomfortable silence, but the rabbi took off his shoes and settled in for the flight.

After takeoff, there were several minutes of whispers and note passing. The rabbi broke the ice.

“I’m getting a Coke,” the rabbi said. “Can I get you all a Coke, too?”

While he was gone, the Muslims each spit in his shoes. He returned with the drinks and the rest of the flight was more relaxed. As the plane landed, the rabbi put on his shoes and realized at once what had happened.

“Why must we live with such terrible disrespect?” he cried. “When will we stop spitting in each other’s shoes and peeing in each other’s Cokes?”

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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A UPS driver making a delivery to a beautiful blonde

The Chauffeur

The Chauffeur

The Pope just finished a tour of the East Coast and was taking a limousine to the airport. Since he’d never driven a limo, he asked the chauffeur if he could drive for a while.

The reluctant chauffeur pulled over along the roadside, climbed into the back of the limo, and the Pope took the wheel. The Pope then merged onto the highway and accelerated to over 90 mph to see what the limo could do.

Suddenly, the Pope noticed the blue light of the State Patrol in his side mirror, so he pulled over.

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Christ Church in Barbados

The trooper approached the limo, peered in through the windows, then said, “Just a moment please, I need to call in.”

The trooper called in and explained to the chief that he had a very important person pulled over for speeding.
“How do I handle this, chief?” asked the trooper.

“Is it the Governor?” questioned the chief.

“No! This guy is even more important!”

“Is it the President?” asked the chief.

“No! Even more important!”

“Well, who the heck is it?” screamed the chief.

“I don’t know, sir,” replied the trooper, “but he’s got the Pope as his chauffeur.”

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The blogger has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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America’s Divine Experiment

Written By; Gary Wonning

In the early days, most settlers came to America for religious freedom. They wanted to worship as they pleased without a government or dictatorial ruler telling them what they should believe.

William Penn was arrested in England and imprisoned  for sharing his religious opinions which were not in agreement with the government’s agenda. He was even imprisoned in the Tower of London for eight months.

While in London’s notorious Newgate Prison, he wrote 1670: “By Liberty of Conscience, we understand not only a mere Liberty of the Mind … but the exercise of ourselves in a visible way of worship, upon our believing it to be indispensably required at our hands, that if we neglect it for fear or favor of any mortal man, we sin, and incur divine wrath.”

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Later, he started a colony and invited persecuted Christians to join him on land given to him by King Charles 11 as repayment of a debt owed to his father.  It was to be a Holy Experiment of religious freedom.

It drew people from all religious faiths. Quakers, Amish, Mennonites, Lutherans,Presbyterians, and every religious faith imaginable.

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What is meant by the separation of church and state?

As a consequence, William Penn named his capital city Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love.Soon churches of all faiths prospered. A Luthern missionary translated the first book into the Indian language. The first Quacker meeting House was soon constructed.

Philadelphia’s Christ Church followed. It was called the Nation’s Church,  as George Washington, Betsy Ross, Benjamin and Deborah Franklin and their daughter Sarah worshiped there, along with several signers of the Declaration of Independence.

In the years to follow the Episcopalians, Catholics, German Baptist, Jewish, and others followed suit, Philadelphia became the birthplace of religion in the new America.

The African Episcopal Church of St. Thomas, the oldest black Episcopal congregation in the United States was started here. In 1794, Richard Allen started the African Methodist Episcopal Church, building “Mother Bethel,” the first A.M.E. Church in America.

In 1796, Rev. “Black Harry” Hosier helped start the African Zoar Church.

Philadelphia’s first synagogue, Mikveh Israel, was built in 1782 by Sephardic Jews from Spain, Portugal and the West Indies, many of whom fled from New York in 1776, when the British captured the city. The building fund was greatly enhanced by the likes of Benjamin Franklin, Robert Morris-Signer of the Declaration, and Haym Solomon, Polish Jew financier of the American Revolution.

In 1845, Rabbi Isaac Leeser of Philadelphia’s Mikveh Israel synagogue produced the first Jewish translation of the Bible into English to be published in the United States.

The Mikveh Israel synagogue burned in 1872, donations poured in from many churches, including Philadelphia’s Christ Church.

Pennsylvania’s Charter, granted March 4, 1681, stated: “Whereas our trusty and well beloved subject, William Penn, esquire, son and heir of Sir William Penn, deceased, out of a commendable desire to enlarge our English Empire … and also to reduce the savage natives by gentle and just manners to the love of civil society and Christian religion, hath humbly besought leave of us to transport an ample colony unto … parts of America not yet cultivated and planted.”

William Penn wrote in his Charter of Privileges for Pennsylvanians 1701: “… because no people can be truly happy though under the greatest enjoyments of civil liberties if abridged of the freedom of their consciences as to their religious profession and worship.”

Without question, this activity ultimately lead to Philadelphia gaining the reputation of being the city of brotherly love, the birthplace of the Declaration ofIndependence and the U.S. Constitution.

Americ’s foundation is steeped in religion and the unbridled practice of it. Our country was founded on the principle of freedom of religion, not freedom from religion.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome