Click here to view this edition online!  

The Cybersalt Digest

Cybersalt News

Singing Ringing TreeSunday greetings everyone!

"Shout out" to Cybersaltine, April H. who sent me an email after last week's digest.

She gave me a good laugh when she shared that it took a while for her to realize that Grandma Cybersalt is actually my wife and not my grandma. Of course, that means I am Grandpa Cybersalt, which I must admit has a very much less quaint ring to it in my head.

April also caught a mistake I made in the Cybersalt news last Sunday. I used "new" instead of "knew" in one of the sentences. She kindly wondered if I was making a play on words. All I can say is, "Kno, April, that was just a typo."

BTW, April was the only person to report that typo so either some of you regular grammarian Cybersalts are beginning to loose your edge, or else you've become so familiar with the frequent droning of my errors you've given up.

Speaking of droning, today's video share is of a singing, ringing tree. It's a piece of musical art which rightfully deserves to be in the middle of nowhere. In all the years I pastored local churches, I don't think I have felt more sorry for sheep having to listen to something!

Click here to watch the video.

Enjoy the rest of today's mailing!

~ Pastor Tim



Inferior Bags

shoppingIt was very crowded at the supermarket, and the customer in front of me had a large order.

As the harried looking clerk lifted the final bag for her, its bottom gave way, sending the contents crashing to the floor.

"They just don't make these bags like they used to," the clerk blurted to the customer.

"That was supposed to happen in your driveway!"



One-Liner #1597

man surprised 2My wife told me I was immature this morning; so I told her to get out of my fort!



"Be a Billionaire!"

and Help

Refugees and

Persecuted Christians

Be A Billionaire!


Living by a Thread

When I was young, my family was really poor. Everything I wore - socks, blouses, even handkerchiefs - had been darned over and over by my mother.

I wasn't the smartest or the prettiest, but I sure was the best darned kid in the neighborhood!



Quote #2034

george washington carver"How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these."

- George Washington Carver



Learn to Write in the Sand

desert negevTwo friends were walking through the desert.

During the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: “Today my best friend slapped me in the face.”

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: “Today my best friend saved my life.”

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”

The friend replied, “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone.


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.


Rev. James Snyder, God's Penman, writes . . . . 

The Blossoming Flower Whisperer

flowers-speaks-very-softlyWhen it comes to flowers, I am the epitome of naivety. I have no expertise whatsoever in the plant world. All I see are red, blue and yellow.

Don't get me wrong here; I enjoy flowers. However, when it comes to names, I am off the planet. I don't need to know the name of a flower to really enjoy that flower. Instead, I enjoy the fragrance and the optics of a row of flowers.

If I had to take care of flowers, they wouldn't last more than 24 hours. Just because you like something doesn't mean you know how to take care of something.

Read more

The Cybersalt Digest is a ministry of Pastor Tim and Cybersalt.