–Pastor Ward Clinton
–Pastor Ward Clinton
Luck draws us for jury duty, but never for the sweepstakes.
A rabbit’s foot may be lucky, but the original owner wasn’t.
Real luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
I’m looking out a small frosted window pain while deep in thought, i can tell it is daytime outside but cannot determine much else, like the weather for instance. There is a picture on the wall and the glass in front of the picture reflects a tree blowing in the wind. Something is wrong here because that reflection appears to be coming through the frosted window-pane.
I am busy right now and decide to check out the inconsistency later. However, I am now distracted and feel a need to find out how this strange phenomena can be taking place.
I stand up to investigate and learn that my perspective on reality needs to be adjusted; the frosted glass isn’t. I had been looking through it at the ceiling of the porch outside which caused the glass to only appear frosted. Unlike a left-wing liberal, I can laugh because my previous understanding was misinformed and I have no difficulties adjusting to and accepting truth.
–Pastor Ward Clinton
Thank You, Lord. –Pastor Ward Clinton
We need to squash this right away. Our language is to peppered with this, so lettuce become kinder to each other, turnip around, otherwise we might beet each other when it would be butter to live in peas. I love it when my spouse says to me: “Orange you glad you’re the apple of my eye?”
Knowing that a tomato is a fruit is intelligence; knowing not to put it into a fruit salad is wisdom.
–Pastor Ward Clinton
They tell you that you’ll lose your mind when you get older. What they don’t tell you is that you won’t miss it very much.
I remember someone who was having a few memory issues and we were a bit concerned about her. Then one day she told us that as she was getting older she, herself, had noticed that she was having a bit of difficulty remembering things from time to time but all that was in the past because she was now no longer having any problem with forgetting anything.
We, her friends and family, were all looking askance at each other as she paused. Then she said, “At least, that is, I no longer remember forgetting things.” Then she laughed wholeheartedly, thanking us for being concerned about her and for sticking by her side.
–Pastor Ward Clinton
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