My business started as a housecleaning business (now I'm all commercial - except painting), and I was really picky about this: if the husband was home sick or was going to be there when I was cleaning, I rescheduled. I was never worried that the husband would try anything, but it's the principal - you're right when you say that's how rumors get started.
But on the flip side, if it was a single guy I was working for, I didn't worry about it. I didn't care if he was there or not and I still don't. To me it's a lot different if the guy isn't married, for obvious reasons. I've still never, ever had a problem with even the single ones making a "pass" or flirting, but then again I'm there to paint their living room, too. Lol
The few times that a married guy has come over from church to help me with something (fixing something around the house), either his wife is with him and I sit and chat with her, or I tell him I'll be working out in the yard if he needs anything. This way, if he does show up alone, I'm not alone with him - I'm clearly outside while he's inside doing what I needed help with. Maybe that might be an option for an uncomfortable situation?
Fred got home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and very tired. "Bad day at the course?" his wife asked. "Everything was going fine," he said. "Then Harry had a heart attack and died on the 10th tee." "Oh, that's awful!" "You're not kidding. For the whole back nine it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry."
Cattle, I have to call you out here. It seems that I see a lot of posts from you saying things such as "I have to ask you to.." and it leads me to wonder if you've been put in charge of CDFF?
From my understanding, this is a forum, meaning all thoughts are welcome. I'm going to be honest (and most likely brow beaten and banned after this post) in telling you that I have been nervous about posting for fear of your repercussions. I seem to remember a point where Jesus himself knocked over tables for getting his point across. Passion happens.
I love you, brother, but please don't judge. I appreciate what you have to give as wisdom and I agree with 99% of it. I think you're a great man of God, but don't hinder others discussions by telling them "I need to ask you to...." Instead, maybe say "In my opinion..."
I'm just saying....no one is better or "righter" than anyone else here.
Don't make people be afraid to fight for what they believe in.
Love ya, Bro
Lynn (and possibly signing out for good - depending....)
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life.."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake,
but I also knew he needed his son, and his
son just wasn't here.
When I realized that he was too sick to tell
whether or not I was his son,
knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
"I came here tonight to find a Mr William Grey.
His son was Killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"
My pastor said something about that once. He told people flat out - don't be late. He asked if they would be this late for their job and if not, why do they think it's okay to be late for God? When you think about it, church is one place we should be on time, every time. Maybe you could ask your pastor to mention it? I don't think we had any latecomers the next week! Lol
How do you know the bible is the inspired word of God?
Posted : 22 Feb, 2010 07:45 PM
I know the feeling. But remember that as Cattle said, it's your job to hand them a candle - God will do the lighting.
I used to get really defensive when asked that question. But then I realized it is a valid question and one I asked myself before God found me. So - how do you answer?
First of all, I tell the person that it is a valid question and the only way to really answer it is with another question: Do you love your parents (or whomever)? And how do you know? Can you prove it? Just as there is no solid proof for love, there is no solid proof that the Word of God is inspired. You just know it. They will start to balk at this, but then I hold up my hand and say, "Look. I'm not going to argue with you about this, because there's no point. If you are honestly interested in learning more, I'd be happy to get together with you on the phone or in person and go over why I believe what I believe. However, I'm not going to get into any circular thinking (ex. Can God make a rock so big he can't lift it type thinking) - because then we're both just wasting energy. What it all boils down to, is that I do believe what the Bible says, and therefore, I know I'm saved and will spend eternity with God. The question you should be asking yourself isn't "Is the Bible inspired by God?" but rather "Where will I spend eternity?" That's the question you need an answer to and it can be found by using the same faith you have that makes you believe you're capable of giving love."
This usually shuts them up long enough to turn and walk away. If they start to argue again, keep walking. They may act like they didn't hear what you said, but they did. And they'll be thinking about it.
You can't make someone believe - all you can do is start that little spark.
Well, Your Honor, I really didn't mean to get into a fight with the driver of the car I ran into the other day.
I was rear-ended, which caused me to rear-end the car in front of me. The driver, whom you can see is a dwarf, approached aggressively after the accident yelling, "I am NOT happy."
I decided that I would try to lighten things up and answered, "OK, so which one are you?"
