OUR FATHER

Be blessed today my friends and always!


Comments

Ginny Hartzler said…
Perry Como brings back memories, good ones on this sad day. He was my mom's favorite, she did not like Frank Sinatra or the others. She said he was so down to earth and as famous as he got, he always kept his barber's license in case he fell on hard times!
September 11, 2011 at 11:23 AM
Shug said…
Gorgeous Karin... so glad I stopped by. Have a wonderful Sunday afternoon.
Shug
September 11, 2011 at 11:26 AM
Linda said…
We are studying the Lord's prayer right now in church. This morning was about forgiveness...and how it says to forgive us our (debts) sins and we forgive those who sin against us. It is so convicting.

By grace through faith God forgave us...and sometimes we forget to extend grace to others.

We all need to be reminded from time to time. Since we are all just sinners...saved by grace!

Love you Karin. Have a blessed Lord's Day.

Linda @ Truthful Tidbits
September 11, 2011 at 12:22 PM
Anonymous said…
Good Morning Karin, What a lovely video. Perry Como's voice is beautiful.
September 12, 2011 at 9:53 AM
Wendy said…
What a beautiful video and lovely prayer. Thank you!
September 12, 2011 at 6:15 PM
NCmountainwoman said…
Such a moving video. Thank you for sharing with us.
September 12, 2011 at 8:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey there
September 13, 2011 at 3:13 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ARTIFICIAL OR REAL?

Image
The pastor made comments about the lovely flower arrangements decorating the front of the church. He used them as an excellent illustration about being real! They looked deceptively real, but were in fact artificial, fake, and phony. Not all things, or people for that matter, are the real thing. Imitations are passed off as the real thing everywhere one goes. Fake flowers and fake people can deceive us, but thankfully not for long. Counterfeit coins or counterfeit Christians – neither can be taken at face value. Being totally acquainted with the real thing, however, will give us the discernment to know when something or someone is fake! As I mulled over this picture, other thoughts crowded my mind. In our sanctuary, there is no access to natural light streaming in through beautiful, wide or stained glass windows. Even a child knows that without natural light real plants cannot grow. The reason we don’t have too many windows is probably because we fear they would invite vandalism...
Read more

GOD CALLED HIM HOME

Image
My Love! Hans Peter Ristau  November 24, 1939 - May 21, 2013 EULOGY presented by his son Dr. Kenneth Andrew Ristau  Hans Peter Ristau was born to Karl and Martha Ristau on November 24th, 1939, in Berlin, Germany, only two and half months after the start of the War. Peter’s mother had five children from a previous marriage; with Karl she had Klaus, Peter and Renate. Klaus, Renate and Peter at their last visit So glad Renate was able to visit for a few weeks before Peter died.  Karl immigrated to Canada in 1950, settling in Winnipeg, Manitoba, and Martha and the children followed later. Tragically, Peter's mother, Martha, died of cancer shortly afterwards. After spending a year in the care of his Tante Emma, he was reunited with his father, who had remarried. His step-mother Anna’s deep personal faith led the family into the community at the German Mission Baptist Church, where the entire family was baptized on November 6, 1955. Foreshadowing God’s ...
Read more

THE OLD DENTED BUCKET

Image
Read this years ago and received it in an e-mail today!  Just had to share.  Why should I be the only one with tears in my eyes!  Hugs to you all!   Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of   Johns Hopkins Hospital in  Baltimore .  We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the clinic.  One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door.  I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.  "Why, he's hardly taller than my 8-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body.  But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.  Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening.  I've come to see if you've a room for just one night.  I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."  He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no suc...
Read more