A friend of mine emailed this to me, and now I want to share it with you. I hope it has the same effect on you as well. = )


This Pastor Has Guts
It seems prayer still upsets some people. Please read....

When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard;


'Heavenly Father,
We come before you today
To ask your forgiveness and
To seek your direction and guidance.
We know Your Word says,
'Woe to those who call evil good'
But that is exactly what we have done.

We have lost our spiritual equilibrium
And reversed our values.

We have exploited the poor and
Called it the lottery.

We have rewarded laziness
And called it welfare.

We have killed our unborn
and called it choice.

We have shot abortionists
and called it justifiable.

We have neglected to discipline Our children
and called it building self esteem.

We have abused power
And called it politics.

We have coveted our neighbor's Possessions
and called it ambition.

We have polluted the air
With profanity and Nothing at allography
and called it Freedom of speech and expression.


We have ridiculed the time Honored values of our Forefathers
and called it enlightenment.


Search us, Oh, God,
And know our hearts today;
Cleanse us from every sin
And set us free.
Amen!'

The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out during the prayer in protest.

In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. The church is now receiving international requests for copies o f this prayer from India, Africa and Korea.

Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio Program, 'The Rest of the Story,' and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired.
With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our Nation and Whole heartedly become our desire so that we again can be called 'One Nation Under God.' If possible, please pass this prayer on to your friends 'if you don't stand for something, you will fa

this is a short story that i was given at a horse camp a few years back. in case you didn't know, i am a christian, and quite proud of it. = ) please don't judge me for that, or send me rude mail telling me that i "suck". this is just wot i believe, and everyone is entitled to their opinion of life.
this was a beautiful wakeup call to me, and i hope maybe it could do the same for you.
hokaay.



The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for one wall covered with small index card files. They were like that ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read ???Guys I have liked???. I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every movement, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn???t match.

A sense of wonder, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret too intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named ???Friends??? was next to the marked ???Friends I have betrayed???. The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. ???Books I have read???, ???Lies I have told???, ???Comfort I have given???, ???Jokes I have laughed at???. Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: ???Things I???ve yelled at my sister???. Others I couldn???t laugh at: ???Things I have done in my anger???, ???Things I muttered under my breath at my parents???.

I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many cards I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed the truth.

Each was written i