耶稣基督在农村

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选名字

吴舒

吴雅心 吴雅各

吴雅雯 吴雅利

吴雅萱 吴雅杰

吴雅敬



On the way to Toronto 2007

A measuring belt for me ?

 

Looks like we need this bed sheet too...

 

新婚十诫

新婚十诫

　　
　　第一诫：除了我以外，你不可有别的女人。

　　第二诫：不可为自己找偶像，也不可张贴任何女星的海报。
　　　　　　不可眼光光的凝视她们，也不可偷偷的喜欢她们。因为我是吃醋的女人。
　　　　　　不专一爱我的，我必追究他；专一爱我的，我必爱他到底。

　　第三诫：不可假借我的名字去做任何事情。不论是推搪猪朋狗友的约会，或是公司游船河。

　　第四诫：当纪念我的生日和我们的结婚纪念日，守为圣日。平日要劳碌作你的工。
　　　　　　但到了这两个特别日子，你要乖乖的早点回家，一心一意的陪伴我。

　　第五诫：当孝敬父母。打打电话，接机送机，使你在他们眼中的地位得以长久。

　　第六诫；我对你说话的时候，不可杀掉我的意见。

　　第七诫：不可对别的女人打坏主意。

　　第八诫：不可偷取我的私己和雪柜里任何禁戒的食物。

　　第九诫：不可在父母面前说是非陷害我。你若变肥了，不是我的错。瘦了也不是我的错。

　　第十诫：不可仰慕别人的妻子。我所求的不是美丽的大屋子，漂亮的汽车，你只要一心一意爱我。

An Actual 1955 Good Housekeeping Article

 

God's Yellow Pages

http://web2.airmail.net/dpelc/yellow/

 

Married life is full of excitement

 

看看你在农村叫什么名字

据说农村给孩子取个贱名会更养活,根据出生月份和日期看看你是什么吧：

生日中的月份： 1.长 2.栓 3.大 4.来 5.狗 6.守 7.傻 8.福 9屎 10.二 11.胖 12.臭


生日中的具体日期： 1.娟 2.妮3.腿 4.娣 5.球 6.坑 7.年 8.岁 9.娃 10.毛 11.剩
12.姑 13.英14.妹 15.肥 16.霞 17.狗 18.虎 19.花 20.凤 21.定 22.村 .23.蛋 24.
妞 25.木26.翠 27.爱28.财 29.石 30.美丽 31.发

比如你是9月9日出生就屎娃

基督化生活――夫妻篇

http://www.21sz.org/show.aspx?id=4484&cid=19

何谓幸福

她比他小20岁，嫁给他的时候，家乡的人都以为她傍上大款。只有她知道，他到底是一个什么样的男人。

　　他只是一个普通的男人，黑，丑，一口黄牙。媒人当初可没这么说，只说是个过日子的男人，就因为家里穷给耽搁了，一直没找上媳妇。那阵子，没找上媳妇的都去山区找，有四川的、山西的、湖南的……花几千元就可以找来。那男人也托人带一个回来，这就是她，一个死了丈夫的女人。

　　媒人说男人富着呢，靠手艺吃饭。女人因为急于逃离那个家庭，问都没问男人会什么手艺就嫁过来了。过来后才知道，他的手艺就是在外面风吹雨淋地修鞋，再加上男人长得丑陋，让她有种上当的感觉。回去，已无退路，婆家人叫她丧门星，说是她克死了丈夫。

　　再婚后，男人很宠她，隔三岔五给她买些小玩意来，一盒粉饼，一支口红，几串荔枝……她长到30岁，从来没有用过口红，更不用说吃荔枝了，很快，她就觉得自己比杨贵妃还要幸福，吃荔枝的时候，男人不吃，只是傻傻地看着她吃。她说："你也吃。"他说："我不爱吃它，看着你吃我就高兴。"后来，她偶然上街，随口问了一下荔枝的价格，吓一跳，竟然要20元1斤。她的眼睛一下湿润了，他怎么可能不爱吃荔枝?他是舍不得吃呀。

　　她更加疼他，早晨早早起来给他做饭，晚上做好热乎乎的饭菜等他回来；冬天的时候，男人在街上修鞋，一天下来，冻得全身冰冷，女人就把男人的脚放到自己怀里暖着。男人也很知足，说是上辈子修来的福才会娶到她，他为什么50岁还没有结婚，就为等她呗。说得女人心花怒放。

　　女人见男人每天那么累很心疼，她说："给我买台机器吧，我和你一块修鞋去。"
男人不答应，说他挣的钱足够养活她，可女人认真了，偏要去。于是街上总能看到一对老夫少妻在修鞋，两个人紧挨着，有鞋修的时候，两个人就一起动手，空闲时，就有说有笑地聊着。冬天刮大风，女人的手都冻红了，耳朵也冻得青一块紫一块，这时，男人买来一块烤红薯，红薯散发着诱人的香味。男人剥开，用嘴吹着，却不吃，他把红薯放到女人嘴边，女人幸福地咬一口，又吹一吹，让男人吃。他们一人一口地吃着，好像享受一顿美食，好像吃着爱情的圣餐。

　　有一天，男人对女人说："总有一天，我会走在你前面。"女人就哭了，说："那我和你一起去。"

　　男人说："不行!"然后男人又说："我们现在的钱还不是很多，再挣几年，给你养老应该没问题。还有，我给你在地里种了500棵树，等有一天我去了，你也不能动了，那500棵树也长大了，我相信它们能够养活你。"

　　女人扑到男人怀里哭了。500棵树，那只是500棵树吗?这一辈子从没有人替她这样想过，可这个男人甚至为她想到老年，她觉得这辈子真是值了。现在城里人兴什么夫妻树、爱情树，而她的男人给她种的树要比那些树珍贵一万倍，那是一片夫妻同心树。

CBC News: Blog reading becomes a habit, study says

I just came across this news article, and have a strong urge to share the news with you. It was pamphlet, newspaper, magazine, TV/Video, or radio that we used as a media to share the Gospel. What is the new favourite media our readers would go nowadays?  =>  BLOG

 

Quite a lot of bro/sis already started to use internet as the media in the past decade. The blog era started to get popular a few years ago, and its popularity seems to get more and more readers. Really pray that more and more bro/sis would find a way in their blog to share their faith and testimony with their friends.

 

CBC News: Blog reading becomes a habit, study says

http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2008/04/09/blog-readers.html

 

How Not to Get Baby to Sleep

Full Article, click here.

According to Simard's study, children whose parents fed them when they woke up in the middle of the night at age three were more likely to have nightmares and short sleep times at age four.

Babies who grew accustomed to falling asleep with a parent in the room, being held until they fell asleep, or being taken into a parent's bed when they couldn't sleep were also more likely as older children to have trouble falling asleep and to sleep fewer hours during the night.

"Co-sleeping with the child does not seem to be a good solution for comforting a child after night awakenings," Simard says. But that doesn't mean that children should be left to wail endlessly, or that parents should never console them. "It might be appropriate to be present in the room, comforting the child for a short time," Simard says. But it's most important "to let the child develop a capacity to comfort himself on his own."

The risk for obesity was exacerbated by TV watching: 17% of children who slept fewer than 12 hours per night and watched two or more hours of television a day before age 2 were obese by age 3, compared with 9% of the study participants overall.

These findings are the latest in a growing field of study dedicated to understanding how sleep affects health, particularly in childhood. Increasingly, research suggests that long-term sleep-related problems may start as early as infancy, and that both pediatricians and parents need to do more to ensure that children develop healthy sleeping habits. "The most important message is that there's a lot we can do to prevent problems from starting — in sleep," says Taveras. "Parents and pediatricians should keep in mind that children have to develop the capacity to regulate their own sleep early in life and self-soothe themselves during the night."

Petronas Chinese New Year: Old Folk's

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fRPpSYr220

 

The Investment Banker and the Fisherman

The Investment Banker and the Fisherman
Origin Unknown

An investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal village when a small
boat with just one fisherman docked.

Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The banker
complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it
took to catch them.

The fisherman replied, "Only a little while."

The banker then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"

The fisherman said, "With this I have more than enough to support my
family's needs."

The banker then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, go
for walks with my wife, stroll into the village each evening where I sip
wine and play guitar with my friends. As you can see, I have a full and busy
life."

The banker scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend
more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat! With the
proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you
would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a
middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your
own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You
would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to the
capital city. After that, who knows, maybe you could take on the world!"

The fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the banker replied, "I'd say about 15 to 20 years."

"But what then?" asked the fisherman.

The Banker laughed and said, "That's the best part! When the time is right,
you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and
become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions?...Then what?" the fisherman continued prodding.

The banker said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing
village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, go
for romantic walks with your wife, and in the evenings you could sip wine,
play guitar and sing songs with your friends!"

To which the fisherman mused, "Now isn't that strange. Isn't that what I'm
doing now?"

Understanding the Source of Anger

Understanding the Source of Anger
TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman
Wednesday, March 12 2008

"A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control." - Proverbs 29:11
The workplace can be a pressure-packed world. The demands that are often put on us can bring out things that we never knew were there. Sometimes we begin to think that the source of that pressure is to blame for our response to the pressure. It could be an event, a spouse, a boss, a client, a child, or even a driver who cuts us off in traffic.

I recall responding to a close friend one time, "If you had not done that, I would never have responded that way." Later I learned that this response had little truth to it. We all choose to get angry. No one else is to blame for our anger.

"The circumstances of life, the events of life, and the people around me in life, do not make me the way I am, but reveal the way I am" [Dr. Sam Peeples].

This simple quote has had a profound impact on how I view my anger now. Anger only reveals what is inside of me. I can't blame anyone but me for my response to a situation. I have learned that anger is only the symptom of something else that is going on inside of me. This quote now resides on my refrigerator door as a daily reminder of the truth about my response to life's situations.

It has been said that anger is like the warning panel on the dash of your car. It is the light that tells us something is going on under the hood and we need to find out what is the source of the problem. I discovered that the source of anger is often unmet expectations or personal rights. We believe we are entitled to a particular outcome to a situation. When this doesn't happen, it triggers something in us. At the core of this is fear, often a fear of failure or rejection, fear of what others think, fear of the unknown.

If you struggle with anger, ask God to reveal the source of that anger. Ask Him to heal you of any fears that may be the root of your anger. Ask God to help you take responsibility for your response to difficult situations.

 

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If God exists

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen...

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation..
They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:
"I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.

Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children?

If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.
He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the
barber:
"You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.
"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"
"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."
"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point!
God, too, DOES exist!
That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

 

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A penny's story

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than their house.

The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.

As the three of them w ere about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.

Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.

He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.

A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his

pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?

'Look at it.' He said. 'Read what it says.' She read the words ' United States of America '
'No, not that; read further.'
'One cent?' 'No, keep reading.'
'In God we Trust?' 'Yes!' 'And?'
'And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!

When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, 'In God We Trust,' and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.

It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient..

 

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Just stay

Just Stay

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.'

The next time someone needs you ... just be there.  Stay.

 

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家--不是�理的地方

寫在前頭：
這是我的好友在異國結婚時，他父親從大陸寄來的信，結婚當日司儀當眾就把全文朗頌出來，那是我見過最安靜的一次請客場合，在場學生無不為其父母的摯愛而感動，雖然事隔多年但那個場景仍然深深印在腦海中，這篇文章後來流傳開了，我則是一直保存到現在，在父親節從新校謄，希望能對你們有所啟示。

家--不是講理的地方--一份不在婚禮上的家長致辭
萍兒：
爸媽聽到你要結婚喜訊，真為你高興，遠隔千里，我們不能參加你的婚禮，不能在婚禮上獻上我們的家長致辭，這是我們內心的一點遺憾。但你是我們的女兒，相信你能理解爸媽的一份感受。

那天放下電話，我和你媽沈默了良久－－我們的孩子怎麼一下子就長大了？
後來，你媽對著鏡子淡淡地說：你看，我的白頭髮又多了，萍兒也該結婚了。
我數著你媽的白髮，那些白髮竟像許多往事，一件一件浮上心頭。
你媽提醒我：還是給女兒寫一封信吧！就算是我們送你的一份新婚禮物。
萍兒，我們只是天底下最平凡的父母，我們的孩子也只是天底下最平凡的女兒，我們不奢求太多，只是希望我的孩子踏上婚姻之路，走向人生之旅後，能滿懷感恩，一路平安在這裏，給你一個我們的生活體會。

先要告訴你：家不是一個講理的地方。
這句話聽起來，很沒有道理，但千真萬確，這句話是真理，是至理，是多少夫婦，多少家庭（包括我們家）用多少歲月，多少辛酸，多少愛恨，多少是非，多少對錯，在糾纏不清難解難分的混亂中，梳理出來的一個最後結論。

當夫婦之間開始據理力爭時，家裏便開始布上陰影。兩人都會不自覺地各抱一堆面目全非的歪理，敵視對方，傷害對方，最後只能兩敗俱傷，難以收拾。多少夫妻，為了表面的一個〔理〕，落得負心無情。

他們不知道，家不是講理的地方，不是算帳的地方。
那麼，何為〔家〕，家是什麼地方？
萍兒，我們年輕的時候，也回答不了這個問題；也像許多夫妻那樣，為一點小事爭鬧不休。那一年為了你小叔的調動問題，我和你媽大吵了一場，甚至鬧到要離婚的地步。只是在那個時代我們還缺乏勇氣。

直到有一天，一位老戰友在他孩子的婚禮上說：〔希望你白頭偕老，相愛永遠〕時，愛這簡短的字，像春雷響在我心裏。
是的，家不是講理的地方，家該是講愛的地方。
愛一時很容易，愛一生一世卻不容易，這裏面有許多妙處需要我們去總結和體會。
其次我們要告訴你：婚姻是個空盒子，你必須往裏面放東西，才能取回你要的東西；你放的愈多，得到的也就愈多。
很多人結婚時，對婚姻有許多期盼，期盼從中可以得到富貴，藉慰，愛情，寧靜，快樂，健康，其實婚姻開始的時候，只是一個空盒子。走到一起的兩個人，一定要養成一個習慣，去給，去愛，彼此侍奉，彼此讚賞，日後，那個空盒子才會日漸豐富起來。

空盒子最先該放的應該是〔思念〕，思念是一種使我們刻骨銘心的東西。它是兩個人有了肯定，有了情感，然後進而關懷，進而疼愛的一種情緒。〔思念〕是疲憊時通向家裏的一條小路，是寒冷冬夜裏的一股暖意，是匆忙推開家門後撲面而來家飯香....

空盒子裏還要放進〔藝術〕，婚姻生活中的藝術。在婚姻生活中，需要講藝術的地方無處不在，生氣有藝術，吵架有藝術。
有一對夫婦含辛茹苦養育了五個孩子，其中之艱難，只有他們自己能體會。一天，夫妻為了孩子的一件小事吵起來，越吵越厲害，眼看不可收拾了，妻子突然說：等一下，我要去生孩子了。這句話，就是吵架的藝術。

婚姻的盒子裏，除了放〔思念〕和〔藝術〕外，還有許多東西，都可以放進去，這有待於你們自己去填補。
寫到這裏想到一位作家說過的一句話：〔你們生養他，教育他，你們的責任已盡，而你們給他最好的禮物，是一對翅膀〕。
萍兒，這封信，就是爸媽送給你的結婚禮物，我們希望你帶著我們的祝福，快樂的飛翔！
爸爸，媽媽

 

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