We were working on our accordion books today in class and using rubber stamps to decorate the pages. We had been asked to bring in rubber stamps to use and/or share with the class. I brought in several stamps and ink pads. Among my stamp collection were an assortment of butterflies and some Christian stamps. To my amazement, a very popular one was a stamp that was of a key with the name Jesus on it, and it says "The Key to your Heart."
The people I least expected to, went hog-wild over it and used it on their accordion books. I was happy to see Jesus get a lot of good press today. No pun intended. (Images to follow.)
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Remembering High School Days
When I was in high school, I didn't give a rip about God, but instead I was continually ripped--ripped on pot and ripped off by the devil.
I remember this hippy guy who approached me on campus to tell me about his Jesus and I thought he was nuts because he told me he used to be an acid head. So I thought he was missing a screw when he told me about his God. I just wouldn't receive it.
I showed up to my ceramic class stoned out of my mind as was my custom at the time. It was my favorite class and I felt accepted and esteemed by my teacher Ms. Uribe then. I would make her laugh by my foolish outbursts.
One day while I was sitting in ceramic class across from Joyce Gintel I said something about Jesus, not even believing in Him. Joyce said, "Cathy, I thought you were Jewish!" I replied, "I am but so is Jesus!" I forget if I actually said it in the present tense, nor am I sure how I knew that Jesus was a Jew.
But little did I know that one day I would come to know Him as my personal Savior and Lord, Who I once mocked.
Thank You, Jesus! You're the Best!
I remember this hippy guy who approached me on campus to tell me about his Jesus and I thought he was nuts because he told me he used to be an acid head. So I thought he was missing a screw when he told me about his God. I just wouldn't receive it.
I showed up to my ceramic class stoned out of my mind as was my custom at the time. It was my favorite class and I felt accepted and esteemed by my teacher Ms. Uribe then. I would make her laugh by my foolish outbursts.
One day while I was sitting in ceramic class across from Joyce Gintel I said something about Jesus, not even believing in Him. Joyce said, "Cathy, I thought you were Jewish!" I replied, "I am but so is Jesus!" I forget if I actually said it in the present tense, nor am I sure how I knew that Jesus was a Jew.
But little did I know that one day I would come to know Him as my personal Savior and Lord, Who I once mocked.
Thank You, Jesus! You're the Best!
Monday, December 20, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)