Abraham/Kennedy

 this is really interesting.





Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.


Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Ford."

Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln" made by "Ford."

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the "kicker":

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

AND...................

Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse...

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater...

need to watch.

This a hilarious video.
 You should watch this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7byjAaLcRM



And this is really amazing.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXkB02UpXsk





Enjoy.

Chief of sinners.

this is a wonderful poem written by John piper.


                                                              

                                            

Chief of sinners

       

1 Timothy 1:16 and Galatians 1:15

I received mercy for this reason, that in me, as the foremost, Jesus Christ might display his perfect patience as an example to those who were to believe in him for eternal life. . . . He set me apart before I was born, and called me by his grace.

 You were aflame, a Pharisee.
      I  was. Without a flaw.
Then blameless? Perfect purity?
     Yes, in the law.
Did you consent to Stephen's death?
     More than consent, approved.
And did you hear his final breath?
     I did, unmoved.
Did you condemn the innocent?
     More than condemn, blasphemed.
And was your sentence violent?
     It was. They screamed.
Did you not once lament all this?
     Not once. Nor felt regret.
Or feel the heat of the abyss?
    Nor chill, nor sweat.
And still you say, you were elect?
     I do: to pray, to preach.
And all this time your King reject?
     And worse, impeach.
Did he regard your wickedness?
     With flawless eye, enthroned.
And you he purposed to possess?
     Already owned.
Then why so many wicked years?
     My guilt, my unbelief.
What? Make you like your sinful peers?
     No. Rather, chief.
But yet the last apostle! Paul.
     Not only last, but least.
A co-inheritor of all!
    And co-deceased.
For whom, then, all this sin, this pain?
    For you, like me, depraved.
And what my benefit, my gain?
     Forever saved.
From Pharisee to freedman then.
     Two thousand years apart. 
The hope of all the worst of men:
     His patient heart.
                    November, 2012

for more John piper sermons,
visit.http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/poems/by-date

very true,
yet very humorous .
Enjoy.


 Why English is so hard.
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
 But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
 But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
 neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find 
that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea
pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t
groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If
you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do
you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be
committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise
man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your
house can burn up as it burns
down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?
English is bewildering.  It must drive foreigners crazy.  Nevertheless, you have met foreigners who speak English.  They pushed on.  They learned English in spite of the obstacles.

SNOW!!!!!!!!!

This is the first snow that we have gotten this season,
and it's the middle of January.

a bit of photo editing.