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What's new around Cybersalt World Headquarters here on Vancouver Island in British Columbia? Let's just say it's an interesting time to be Canadian.

Today's video share features a moose, which is definitely not loose in the hoose!
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~ Pastor Tim 

• The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff even though I haven't got a chance to rip the bag to shreds to see what was in it.
• I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
• I will not roll my toys behind the fridge.
• I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
• I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.

• I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up or have an accident.
• I will not throw up in the car.
• I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.
• I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.
• I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am haemorrhaging.
• I will not take whatever I please and hide it under the bed so my people can have a scavenger hunt looking for it.
• When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.
• The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
• My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
• I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.
• I will not stand around Mom when she is cooking or when she is carrying her coffee, so she won't trip over me.
• I will not beg for food at the supper table, and especially not eat someone's food if they leave it for just a moment.
• I will not tear up the patio furniture, or put holes in the screen so I may jump in and lounge, just because I don't want to stay outside for more than 2 minutes.
• I will not chase the cat, and knock over breakable things in the process.
• We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV. 

My heart says pie and ice cream, but my jeans say, please, please, please, eat a salad!

"Be a Billionaire!"

and Help

Refugees and

Persecuted Christians

My friend had just bought a 4-wheeler and went out with a few buddies to try it out on some mountain terrain. On the way they stopped at a restaurant for a snack and met some bikers that were out for a cruise.

They asked if the motorcycle guys would like to join them, and they answered, "Thanks, that would be great. But we are just two-tired."

"You were born to be real, not to be perfect. You are here to be you, not to live someone else's life."

- Ralph Marston

Uncle Rusty is a wise man. A while back he retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and quiet, puttering around his workshop.

That is of course until the school year began. On the first day of school three young boys, full of pent up energy from a full day of school, came down his street. As they walked down the street they beat rhythmically on every trash can they passed.

Day after day, it was the same thing. Beating, clanging and pounding out a rhythm on the cans as they walked down the street. Poor Uncle Rusty just couldn't take it any more.

The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young musicians. As they worked their way down the street, pounding out a tune on the cans, Rusty stopped them and said, "You kids sure are having a lot of fun. I like seeing young people like you, express themselves. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing."

The kids were elated and continued to do a bang up job on the trash cans.

After two weeks, Uncle Rusty greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad expression on his face. "This recession's really putting a big dent in my income, which I failed to factor in a fortnight ago when I met you" he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."

The boys were not pleased, but they did accept his offer and continued their afternoon concert. A month later, Sly Uncle Rusty approached them again as they drummed their way down the street. With words that would ensure he would have peace and quiet from that day forward he said, "Look, my Social Security check just isn't stretching as far with the expenses. So I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents a day. Will that be okay ?"

"What? Just a crummy quarter ?" the boys exclaimed. "If you think we're going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you're nuts. No way, mister. We quit!"

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Susan Page writes . . . . 

God our Father,

As we enter this new year in quiet reflection may we be fully aware of who we are in Christ Jesus.

We bravely submit to all that You will reveal to us as we seek to grow daily in Your grace, releasing regrets from the past and trusting Your perfect will for our future.

Help us to be fully present in each moment, with an attitude of gratitude for the faithfulness of Your provision. By Your Spirit, quiet our racing thoughts as we take time to be still before You each day.

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