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Can you find 16 books of the Bible in this paragraph?
I once made a remark about the hidden books of the Bible (merely by a
fluke). It kept people looking so hard for the facts and for others it was a
revelation. Some were in a jam, especially since the name of the books
were not capitalized, but the truth finally struck home to numbers of
readers. To others it was a real job. We want it to be a most fascinating
few moments for you. Yes, there will be some really easy ones to spot.
Others may require judges to help them. I will quickly admit it usually takes
a minister to find one of them, and there will be loud lamentations when it
is found. A little lady says she brews a cup of tea so she can concentrate
better. See how well you can compete. Relax now. There really are sixteen
names of books in this story.
Can you find 30 books of the Bible in this paragraph? Actually, there are
31 if you can find the variant of one Old Testament prophet's name.
There are 30 books of the Bible in this paragraph. Can you find them?
This is a most remarkable puzzle. It was found by a gentleman in an
airplane seat pocket, on a flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu, keeping
him occupied for hours. He enjoyed it so much, he passed it on to some
friends. One friend from Illinois worked on this while fishing from his john
boat. Another friend studied it while playing his banjo. Elaine Taylor, a
columnist friend, was so intrigued by it she mentioned it in her weekly
newspaper column. Another friend judges the job of solving this puzzle so
involving, she brews a cup of tea to help her nerves. There will be some
names that are really easy to spot. That's a fact. Some people, however,
will soon find themselves in a jam, especially since the book names are
not necessarily capitalized. Truthfully, from answers we get, we are forced
to admit it usually takes a minister or a scholar to see some of them at the
worst. Research has shown that something in our genes is responsible for
the difficulty we have in seeing the books in this paragraph. During a
recent fund raising event, which featured this puzzle, the Alpha Delta Phi
lemonade booth set a new record. The local paper, The Chronicle,
surveyed over 200 patrons who reported that this puzzle was one of the
most difficult they had ever seen. As Daniel Humana humbly puts it, "The
books are all right here in plain view hidden from sight." Those able to find
all of them will hear great lamentations from those who have to be shown.
One revelation that may help is that books like Timothy and Samuel may
occur without their numbers. Also, keep in mind, that punctuation and
spaces in the middle are normal. A chipper attitude will help you compete
really well against those who claim to know the answers. Remember, there
is no need for a mad exodus; there really are 30 books of the Bible lurking
somewhere in this paragraph waiting to be found. God Bless.
The Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Metallic Silver...
The day Jack was born, I was sitting in my hospital bed blissfully staring at
the tiny wonder that was my new baby when my husband returned to our
room from dinner. All smiles. “Guess what? Mom and Dad wanna go to
our house and clean it for us while we’re here in the hospital. Cool, huh?”
He had reason to be excited. He hadn’t lived in a clean house for months. I
was wiped out and tired and downright lazy during my entire pregnancy
with Jack – which I laugh about now – having recently been pregnant while
simultaneously chasing two toddler boys all over tarnation. But, my house
was a mess. There were piles of dirty laundry all over the place, dirty
bathrooms, and dirty dishes filling the sink. The place was embarrassingly
messy. Okay, dirty. It was dirty. I broke out in a post-baby hormonal sweat
at even the thought of my mother-in-law seeing week-old dirty dishes filling
up the sink. And, the laundry. Oh, the laundry situation. When I outgrew my
regular clothes, I just threw them into a pile on the laundry room floor. And,
then did the same as I outgrew my maternity clothes. And, never thought
about them again. Because, you know, I had so much else to do since I
stopped working at 20 weeks. But, the thought of going home to a clean
house. How totally awesome would that be? The thought of a clean house
went fifteen rounds with my pride. And, the clean house won by a slim, slim
margin. So, I agreed. I walked into my house four days later, carrying my
new baby boy, and the place sparkled. The kitchen floor, the bathrooms –
everything was clean. I had forgotten what vacuumed carpet looked like.
And, to not have to rinse a clean spoon to have a bowl of cereal? It was
simply delightful. Jason’s family came over shortly after we got home to
welcome us and our little Jack home. We all oohed and aahed over the
little guy for a few hours, and I finally excused myself to take him upstairs to
our bedroom to nurse him. As soon as I climbed onto our bed, I noticed
that there were five laundry baskets sitting in the corner of our room - full of
clean, folded laundry. Not only was our entire house sparkly, but all of our
laundry was clean. I was having my own little celebration...Then, I spotted it.
Sitting atop a neatly folded pile of my laundry was a metallic silver tho.ng.
I sat and stared at that basket for several minutes – totally paralyzed.
I was MOR-TI-FIED. It had surely come from that massive, renegade pile
of I haven’t worn this since I started showing laundry that had overtaken our
laundry room. But there it was. In all of its itsy bitsy glory. I could just see it.
My mother-in-law folding our laundry and having visions of me
scandalously sashaying around the house – nine months pregnant – in
nothing but that teenie, weenie pair of metallic silver underoos. I finished
stalling nursing Jack and reluctantly returned downstairs. Everyone was
getting ready to leave, and despite my utter embarrassment, I knew I had
to graciously thank my husband's mom for loving us so selflessly. I bravely
looked at my mother-in-law and said, “Thank you so much for cleaning our
house and doing our laundry. We feel so very loved.” Mom quickly replied,
“Don’t just thank me. Dad did all the laundry."
I have a good friend that has had a challenging life. Her son has an illness
and she has a website where you can read about it - crazyforcody.com
Her husband just ran a marathon and I thought you might like to read the
article about that. It will fill your hope tank" up again!
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/stevekelley/2008453451_kelley01.
html
From Randy Owen’s new book “Born Country.” It’s on page 44 - 45. ..
“There is a favorite family story we all like to recount. When Reba (his
sister) and I were in grade school, we drank water out of an old well at
school, a pretty common thing back then. Apparently the sewer system
had backed up into the well water and contaminated the system with
bacteria. A lof of kids got hepatitus, including Reba and me. I was
especially affected, and everyone in the family thought I might not make it.
Mama and Daddy didn’t rush either of us to the doctor’s office. In that day
and time, it simply wasn’t their first impulse. Doctors were expensive –
health insurance was unheard of and they had little contact with them.
They weren’t opposed to organized medicine – it was just unfamiliar to
them. Their first impulse was to pray. My aunt Lillie and uncle “H” came
over and prayed for us. At that time, I hadn’t eaten anything for two or
three days. The whole family prayed hard, then took a long good look at
me and said, “Randy, do you think you could sit up and eat some ham?”
and I said, “yes, I believe I can.” I still felt sick as a dog, but I got up out of
bed and started eating the cured ham they were serving up. and I never
went back. Almost instantly – miraculously – I was over the hepatitis and
have never been that sick since. When something like that happens to
you, in that kind of miraculous way, it gives you faith. We all believed then
and continue to believe, that God healed me that day. It took Reba much
longer to recover from her sickness. If you asked her today, she’d tell you
at that time, she didn’t have as much faith as I did. She was weak, she’ll
say and only later did the Lord intercede and strengthen her faith. To this
day I still wonder what might have happened if the family hadn’t gathered in
prayer for my recovery and I hadn’t gotten out of bed to eat a little ham.”
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited
island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he
scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted,
he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him
from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day,
after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the
smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost.
He was stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you do this to me!"
he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a
ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did
you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw
your smoke signal," they replied. It is easy to get discouraged when things
are going bad. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our
lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your
little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke signal that
summons the grace of God.
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods when two of them fell
into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw
how deep the pit was they told the two frogs that they were as good as
dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the
pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, saying it
was hopeless. Finally, one of the frogs listened to what the other frogs
were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued
to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him
to stop and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When
he got out, the other frogs said, "Did not you hear us?" The frog said he
was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared,
he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its
body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress.
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors
and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then
emerged easily but it had a swollen body & small, shriveled wings. The
man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any
moment, the wings would enlarge & expand to be able to support the
body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly
spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body & shriveled
wings. It never was able to fly. What the man in his kindness and haste did
not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required
for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing
fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for
flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes struggles
are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life
without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as
what we could have been. And we could never fly.
I once made a remark about the hidden books of the Bible (merely by a
fluke). It kept people looking so hard for the facts and for others it was a
revelation. Some were in a jam, especially since the name of the books
were not capitalized, but the truth finally struck home to numbers of
readers. To others it was a real job. We want it to be a most fascinating
few moments for you. Yes, there will be some really easy ones to spot.
Others may require judges to help them. I will quickly admit it usually takes
a minister to find one of them, and there will be loud lamentations when it
is found. A little lady says she brews a cup of tea so she can concentrate
better. See how well you can compete. Relax now. There really are sixteen
names of books in this story.
Can you find 30 books of the Bible in this paragraph? Actually, there are
31 if you can find the variant of one Old Testament prophet's name.
There are 30 books of the Bible in this paragraph. Can you find them?
This is a most remarkable puzzle. It was found by a gentleman in an
airplane seat pocket, on a flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu, keeping
him occupied for hours. He enjoyed it so much, he passed it on to some
friends. One friend from Illinois worked on this while fishing from his john
boat. Another friend studied it while playing his banjo. Elaine Taylor, a
columnist friend, was so intrigued by it she mentioned it in her weekly
newspaper column. Another friend judges the job of solving this puzzle so
involving, she brews a cup of tea to help her nerves. There will be some
names that are really easy to spot. That's a fact. Some people, however,
will soon find themselves in a jam, especially since the book names are
not necessarily capitalized. Truthfully, from answers we get, we are forced
to admit it usually takes a minister or a scholar to see some of them at the
worst. Research has shown that something in our genes is responsible for
the difficulty we have in seeing the books in this paragraph. During a
recent fund raising event, which featured this puzzle, the Alpha Delta Phi
lemonade booth set a new record. The local paper, The Chronicle,
surveyed over 200 patrons who reported that this puzzle was one of the
most difficult they had ever seen. As Daniel Humana humbly puts it, "The
books are all right here in plain view hidden from sight." Those able to find
all of them will hear great lamentations from those who have to be shown.
One revelation that may help is that books like Timothy and Samuel may
occur without their numbers. Also, keep in mind, that punctuation and
spaces in the middle are normal. A chipper attitude will help you compete
really well against those who claim to know the answers. Remember, there
is no need for a mad exodus; there really are 30 books of the Bible lurking
somewhere in this paragraph waiting to be found. God Bless.
The Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Metallic Silver...
The day Jack was born, I was sitting in my hospital bed blissfully staring at
the tiny wonder that was my new baby when my husband returned to our
room from dinner. All smiles. “Guess what? Mom and Dad wanna go to
our house and clean it for us while we’re here in the hospital. Cool, huh?”
He had reason to be excited. He hadn’t lived in a clean house for months. I
was wiped out and tired and downright lazy during my entire pregnancy
with Jack – which I laugh about now – having recently been pregnant while
simultaneously chasing two toddler boys all over tarnation. But, my house
was a mess. There were piles of dirty laundry all over the place, dirty
bathrooms, and dirty dishes filling the sink. The place was embarrassingly
messy. Okay, dirty. It was dirty. I broke out in a post-baby hormonal sweat
at even the thought of my mother-in-law seeing week-old dirty dishes filling
up the sink. And, the laundry. Oh, the laundry situation. When I outgrew my
regular clothes, I just threw them into a pile on the laundry room floor. And,
then did the same as I outgrew my maternity clothes. And, never thought
about them again. Because, you know, I had so much else to do since I
stopped working at 20 weeks. But, the thought of going home to a clean
house. How totally awesome would that be? The thought of a clean house
went fifteen rounds with my pride. And, the clean house won by a slim, slim
margin. So, I agreed. I walked into my house four days later, carrying my
new baby boy, and the place sparkled. The kitchen floor, the bathrooms –
everything was clean. I had forgotten what vacuumed carpet looked like.
And, to not have to rinse a clean spoon to have a bowl of cereal? It was
simply delightful. Jason’s family came over shortly after we got home to
welcome us and our little Jack home. We all oohed and aahed over the
little guy for a few hours, and I finally excused myself to take him upstairs to
our bedroom to nurse him. As soon as I climbed onto our bed, I noticed
that there were five laundry baskets sitting in the corner of our room - full of
clean, folded laundry. Not only was our entire house sparkly, but all of our
laundry was clean. I was having my own little celebration...Then, I spotted it.
Sitting atop a neatly folded pile of my laundry was a metallic silver tho.ng.
I sat and stared at that basket for several minutes – totally paralyzed.
I was MOR-TI-FIED. It had surely come from that massive, renegade pile
of I haven’t worn this since I started showing laundry that had overtaken our
laundry room. But there it was. In all of its itsy bitsy glory. I could just see it.
My mother-in-law folding our laundry and having visions of me
scandalously sashaying around the house – nine months pregnant – in
nothing but that teenie, weenie pair of metallic silver underoos. I finished
stalling nursing Jack and reluctantly returned downstairs. Everyone was
getting ready to leave, and despite my utter embarrassment, I knew I had
to graciously thank my husband's mom for loving us so selflessly. I bravely
looked at my mother-in-law and said, “Thank you so much for cleaning our
house and doing our laundry. We feel so very loved.” Mom quickly replied,
“Don’t just thank me. Dad did all the laundry."
I have a good friend that has had a challenging life. Her son has an illness
and she has a website where you can read about it - crazyforcody.com
Her husband just ran a marathon and I thought you might like to read the
article about that. It will fill your hope tank" up again!
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/stevekelley/2008453451_kelley01.
html
From Randy Owen’s new book “Born Country.” It’s on page 44 - 45. ..
“There is a favorite family story we all like to recount. When Reba (his
sister) and I were in grade school, we drank water out of an old well at
school, a pretty common thing back then. Apparently the sewer system
had backed up into the well water and contaminated the system with
bacteria. A lof of kids got hepatitus, including Reba and me. I was
especially affected, and everyone in the family thought I might not make it.
Mama and Daddy didn’t rush either of us to the doctor’s office. In that day
and time, it simply wasn’t their first impulse. Doctors were expensive –
health insurance was unheard of and they had little contact with them.
They weren’t opposed to organized medicine – it was just unfamiliar to
them. Their first impulse was to pray. My aunt Lillie and uncle “H” came
over and prayed for us. At that time, I hadn’t eaten anything for two or
three days. The whole family prayed hard, then took a long good look at
me and said, “Randy, do you think you could sit up and eat some ham?”
and I said, “yes, I believe I can.” I still felt sick as a dog, but I got up out of
bed and started eating the cured ham they were serving up. and I never
went back. Almost instantly – miraculously – I was over the hepatitis and
have never been that sick since. When something like that happens to
you, in that kind of miraculous way, it gives you faith. We all believed then
and continue to believe, that God healed me that day. It took Reba much
longer to recover from her sickness. If you asked her today, she’d tell you
at that time, she didn’t have as much faith as I did. She was weak, she’ll
say and only later did the Lord intercede and strengthen her faith. To this
day I still wonder what might have happened if the family hadn’t gathered in
prayer for my recovery and I hadn’t gotten out of bed to eat a little ham.”
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited
island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he
scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted,
he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him
from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day,
after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the
smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost.
He was stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you do this to me!"
he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a
ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did
you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw
your smoke signal," they replied. It is easy to get discouraged when things
are going bad. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our
lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your
little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke signal that
summons the grace of God.
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods when two of them fell
into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw
how deep the pit was they told the two frogs that they were as good as
dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the
pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, saying it
was hopeless. Finally, one of the frogs listened to what the other frogs
were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued
to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him
to stop and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When
he got out, the other frogs said, "Did not you hear us?" The frog said he
was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared,
he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its
body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress.
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors
and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then
emerged easily but it had a swollen body & small, shriveled wings. The
man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any
moment, the wings would enlarge & expand to be able to support the
body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly
spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body & shriveled
wings. It never was able to fly. What the man in his kindness and haste did
not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required
for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing
fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for
flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes struggles
are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life
without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as
what we could have been. And we could never fly.
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