A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, "Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"
"Yes sir," the student says.
"So you believe in God?"
"Absolutely. "
"Is God good?"
"Sure! God's good."
"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"
"Yes."
"Are you good or evil?"
"The Bible says I'm evil."
The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"
"Yes sir, I would."
"So you're good...!"
"I wouldn't say that."
"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"
The student remains silent.
"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.
"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"
"Er...yes," the student says.
"Is Satan good?"
The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."
"Then where does Satan come from?"
The student falters. "From God"
"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"
"Yes, sir."
"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"
"Yes."
"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."
Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"
The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."
"So who created them?"
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."
The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"
"No sir. I've never seen Him."
"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"
"No, sir, I have not."
"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"
"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."
"Yet you still believe in him?"
"Yes."
"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"
"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."
"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"
"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."
"And is there such a thing as cold?"
"Yes, son, there's cold too."
"No sir, there isn't."
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees."
"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.
"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?"
"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"
"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word."
"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"
"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"
"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought."
"It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it."
"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"
"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."
"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.
"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."
The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.
"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."
"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."
"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"
Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."
To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."
The professor sat down.
If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when you finished, God vs Science
Faith and The Prof
What does love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca - age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than any body.
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
(Maybe she just teasing her sis)
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry"
How could you?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was bad, you would shake your finger at me and say
"How could you?" but then you would relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected because you were terrible busy but we worked on it together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams and I believed that life could not be more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides and stopped for ice cream. I got the cone because you said ice cream is bad for dogs. I took naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of each day.
Gradually you began to spend more time at work and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments and never chided you about bad decisions. I romped with glee at your homecomings and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"- still I welcomed her into our home and tried to show her affection and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled and I wanted to mother them too. Only she and you were worried I would hurt them and I spent most of my time banished to another room. Oh how I wanted to love them but I became a prisoner of love instead.
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers into my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch, because your touch was so infrequent now. I would have defended them with my life it need be. I would sneak into their beds at night and listen to their worries and dreams and together we waited for the sound of your car coming home.
There was a time when other asked if you had a dog, you would produce a photo of me from your wallet. These past few years you just answered, "Yes I have a dog". I went from being your dog to a dog and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city where you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You have made the right choice for you and your family but there was a time I was your family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of fear and hopelessness.
You filled out the paper work and said " I know you will find a good home for her." They just shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understood the realities facing a middle aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers from my collar as he screamed. And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty and love and responsibility and respect for life, all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head and refused to meet my eyes. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably made no attempt to find me a new home. They shook their heads and said, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us as their busy schedules allow. They feed us but I stopped eating days ago. At first when anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front hoping you had changed your mind. Or that it was someone who may save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking puppies, oblivious to their fate, I retreated to the back corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me one day. I padded along the aisle with her to a quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My hear pounded but there was also relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden she bears weighs heavily on her, I know that the same as I knew your every mood. She gently placed the tourniquet on my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you. She expertly slid the needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing though me, slowing my heart, I lay down sleepily, looked into her eyes and murmured, "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, " I am so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I would not be ignored, abused or abandoned and that I went to a better place, one filled with light and love so different from this earthly place.
With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey with a thump of my tail my "How could you" was not directed at her. It was you Beloved Master I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life show you so much loyalty.
Please consider where you are at in your life before bring ANY pup home. I get many e-mails from young people just starting a life of their own. Please consider where you are going before deciding to share your life with a pup. If you not certain you WILL keep a pup for the rest of its life, wait until you are certain.
Successful Prayer
By Eddie Smith
There is no magical prayer, or magical form of prayer that God always answers
affirmatively. What about the prayer of Jabez?some might ask.
Well, think about it. If Jabez prayer were a prayer with a guaranteed answer, Jesus
would have instructed his disciples saying, Pray the prayer that Jabez prayed.
Instead, he taught them to pray, Our Father, who art in heaven
Further, if God had to answer our prayers, he would cease to be God. We would be
gods, and he would be reduced to focusing on us, receiving our instructions, and
serving up what we order.
Sadly, if you listen to some people pray, that seems to be what they expect! Let me
be the first to confess
One day I was praying one of those oft repeated parental prayers for one of our
sons. I don't remember my exact words, but they were something like, Oh God, fix
my son. He's into this, and into that. He needs this, and he needs that. God, how
long must I pray before you move in his life?
With that the Holy Spirit abruptly interrupted me. He said, Eddie, that's not prayer.
You're slandering me.
Shocked and befuddled, I said, Slandering you, Lord? What do you mean, I'm
slandering you? You know I'd never do that.
God continued, Alright, allow me to interpret what you just prayed. First, you
obviously think that you know your son's needs, and although I created him, I don't.
Secondly, it sounds as if you feel that you love your son, but I don't.
Finally, you seem to be suggesting that if you were me, you'd already have done
something, and I haven't. Doesn't that about cover it?
I had to admit that he was right. After all, he's God! But I was at a loss as to what I
should pray. So, I waited.
After an uncomfortable moment or two I heard prayer coming from my heart to his.
It was unlike any I'd ever prayed before. It sounded like this.
Father, I thank you for loving me and for hearing my prayers. I praise you for the
plan and purpose you have for my son for you wrote the days of his life in your
book before he was even born.
I'm grateful to know that your plans are perfect, and your purposes never change. Thank you for assuring me in Philippians 1:6 that what you have begun in his life you will finish.
Thank you for changing his schedule, and bringing people into his life that he never
expected to meet. Thank you for reminding him of things Alice and I have taught
him since he was a small child
From that moment Alice and I began praying a new way for our children.
Six months later our son called Alice and said, Mother, I know you and Dad have prayed for me all my life. But you've changed the way you pray for me haven't you?
She said, Yes, Son, we have.
He continued, It's been about six months hasn't it?
She acknowledged that it had been exactly six months. But how do you know that?
she asked.
Mother until six months ago, I've felt confused in my mind and condemned in my
heart. But for the past six months I've felt clear minded and drawn to God.
Since then, we've watched God at work in our son's life, drawing him ever so slowly
to himself.
Thank God, I'm not the only one who God's ever interrupted while they were
praying. God interrupted Joshua when he was praying for Israel, after their defeat at
Ai.
Joshua was face down on the ground, covered in sack cloth and ashes. At least I
hadn't gone that far!
God said to Joshua, It's not time to pray. It's time for you to get up and clean
house. You folks have hidden forbidden things among your stuff. Your army will
never win another battle until you find and rid yourselves of those defiled things.
(See Joshua 7.)
God also interrupted Moses and the Children of Israel at the Red Sea where they
were trapped by Pharaoh and the world's greatest army. You might say they were
caught between the devil and the deep blue sea; or as we say in Texas, between a
rock and a hard place.
They cried out (actually whined) to God about their circumstance. God's response?
He said, Folks, This is no time to pray. Moses, raise the rod and split the sea. And
he did! Since he interrupted Joshua and Moses, I didn't feel too badly when he
interrupted me. (See Genesis 14.)
In my new book, How to Be Heard in Heaven: Moving from Needs Centered to God
Centered Praying, I don't promise to teach you how to get what you want from God.
But I do hope that by the time you finish reading the book you will know how to be
heard in heaven. Why?
Because prayers that are never heard will never be answered!
Breaking Free from Victimization
By Alice Smith
Whether it's battery, betrayal, accident prone, dishonor, injustice, poverty,
abandonment; or one of the various forms of sexual abuse; abuse is abuse. And it's
a sin against the victim. But first and foremost it is a sin against God. Why? For two
reasons
First, because God has created each of us in His own image. The victimized person
bears the image of God and has been created to share the love of God and fulfill the
purposes of God.
Second, because God uniquely identifies with us (His creation). Jesus is acquainted with our grief. He hurts when we hurt. And Jesus said, "if you do it to the least of these, you've done it to me" (Matt. 25:40).
Since Satan victimized Adam and Eve in the garden, and where God had given them
dominion over the earth, (see Gen. 1:28) sinful people have sought to dominate
others. As they have, Satan and his demons have enabled and empowered their
lawless abuse.
Man's basic nature is to tear down, dominate, and exploit. Man left to his lower
nature leans toward manipulation and control. God never intended for man to rule
man. God would rule man. The kingdom authority He authorized man to exercise
was for the purpose of restoring, building up, and planting.
We were to live as godly influences on the earth, as kings and priests. "The kingdom
of God is within you" (Luke 17:21) so "go ye therefore into all nations, baptizing
them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Teaching
them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and lo, I will be with
you always" (Matt. 28:1920).
A believer's kingdom authority is the antithesis of victimization. In victimization, evil
people and demons try to damage others to keep them trapped in a cycle of despair
so they will never step into their destiny.
God's design is to make you dangerous against the kingdom of darkness. God's way
is to use us to buildup, restore and speak life into situations through acts of righteousness. We are to be lifechangers so God's kingdom authority can come on earth as it is in heaven. That's His plan for you. No reason to be discouraged.
There have been many influential men and women who've suffered through traumatic situations, and have risen above them. If you press forward, you too can defy the hindrances that affect your destiny.
Time management expert and author Ted Engstrom says, "Cripple him, and you
have a Sir Walter Scott. Lock him in a prison cell, and you have a John Bunyan.
Bury him in the snows of Valley Forge, and you have a George Washington. Raise him in abject poverty, and you have an Abraham Lincoln.
Strike him down in infantile paralysis, and he becomes Franklin Roosevelt. Deafen him, and you have a Ludwig van Beethoven.
Have him or her born black in a society filled with racial discrimination, and you have a Booker T. Washington, a Marian Anderson, a George Washington Carver...
Call him a slow learner; "retarded,"and write him off an uneducable, and you have an Albert Einstein.
Look for God in others
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?, He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my
friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.”
" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, ! Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"! Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the
first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable. "
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
A Quarter Too Much!
*Several years ago, a new preacher moved to Houston, Texas. Some weeks
after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus from his home to the
downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had
accidentally given him a quarter too much change.
As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You'd better give the
quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he thought, "Oh, forget
it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway,
the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as
a 'gift from God' and keep quiet."
When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the
quarter to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change." The
driver with a smile replied, "Aren't you the new preacher in town? I have
been thinking lately about going to worship somewhere. I just wanted to
see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I'll see you at
church on Sunday."
When the preacher stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest
light pole, held on, and said, "Oh God, I almost sold Your Son for a
quarter."
Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read. This is a really
scary example of how much people watch us as Christians and will put us to
the test! Always be on guard and remember (as I try to remember) that you
carry the name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself
"Christian." I'm glad I got this forwarded to me as a reminder. I hope you
all have a great day!!! GBU...
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. **
*Your life as a Christian is an opened-book that people can read it.***
God bless U and love U
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