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Oh look, Chicken Thursday!
Last week I invited you to share other possible life challenges of being a hermaphroditic snail (to catch up on this saga you will have to read some previous Cybersalt News www.cybersalt.org/news/cybersalt-news) and two of you came out of your shells and sent something.
Stephen C. suggested, "Snails yell at themselves for looking at the snail next door."
David K. (sorry, David, use the initial of your last name really does not work, does it?) asked "Do snails argue with themselves about whether the inside of the shell needs redecorating or can it wait until next year?"
There you have it: this will probably be the end of my talking about snails. I don't want go too far and mollusk your senses!
Enjoy the rest of today's mailing!
~ Pastor Tim
London, England Christmas
Here we have the London, England version of the poem written by Aussie born Londoner Kim Van Wyck and forwarded to me by Terry Blakenship.
Twas the night before Christmas,
In England, you know,
the planned tube strike went ahead,
the streets full of snow.
Asleep in their terrace house,
were Charles and Jane,
Dreaming of Christmas dinner
And the weight they would gain.
Not stockings but polished shoes,
At the foot of their beds,
For this was Old Blighty,
What more need be said?
When all of a sudden,
From out the still night,
There came such a ruckus,
It gave Charles such a fright!
And he saw 'cross the Thames,
Like the shot from a gun,
A loaded up red double-decker bus,
Come on at a run.
The driver was shouting,
as he drove passed Big Ben,
"Tally Ho, 'Allo Guvna,
What's all this then?"
The driver, in a tux,
And a cummerbund bright red,
Had a matching top hat,
On the top of his head.
As he stepped from the bus,
He was really a sight,
Big fat and round,
His beard curly and white.
He burst into the house,
And the children awoke,
They were both so astonished,
That neither one spoke.
He filled up their polished shoes
With presents galore,
And neither could think
Of a single thing more.
Charles speaking, indirectly,
The way Brits do that's so silly,
Said "Rather sir, I must say, you do look remarkably similar to this chappie reported to be going around the place on nights such as these handing out presents willy nilly."
"Well, maybe I am he"
Said the fellow with a wink
And he smiled as he gave
His mysterious wink
Then he left in his bus,
pausing to say,
An old English rhyme,
passed down through his day:
"Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat.
Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do.
If you haven't got a ha'penny, then God bless you."
Translation:
Old Blighty - London
Guvna - Governor (usually a policeman)
One-Liner #1529
The time has come to rise above principles!
"Be a Billionaire!"
and Help
Refugees and
Persecuted Christians
Grammar Pants
Trousers: An unusual word.
Singular at the top; plural at the bottom.
Quote #1967

"Nothing is inferior for being old, and nothing is valuable for being modern."
- John Piper
Easier Life
If Only Life Were More Like a Computer
Think of it. . .
If you messed up a relationship, you could just press "CTRL, ALT, DELETE" and start all over!
To get your daily exercise, you'd simply click on "RUN"!
To get a little break from life, you'd click on "SUSPEND"; then, when you were ready, you'd press "any key" to get back on the merry-go-round.
To scare away moles, you'd turn up the sound blaster.
To add/remove someone in your life, you'd click "SETTINGS" and CONTROL PANEL.
To improve your appearance, you could just adjust the DISPLAY settings.
If life got too noisy, you'd turn off the speakers.
If you lost your car keys, you'd click on "FIND."
"HELP" with the chores would be just a single click away.
You'd never need car insurance you'd use your handy diskette to recover from a crash.
And all you'd need to do to get a pizza would be to click on "SEND NOW"!
Featured Illustrations are items well suited for illustrating or inspiring a point in a sermon, speech, or devotional. Funny, moving, or perhaps even graphic, the point of them is the point you make with them.
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