UPCOMING: LADIES' RETREAT FROM 15-16 ... - Christ the King

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HUMOR The Chronicle GIGGLES…? AIR TURBULENCE A plane hit a patch of severe turbulence and the passengers were holding on tight as it rocked and reeled through the night. A little old lady turned to a minister who was sitting behind her and said, "You're a man of God. Can't you do something about this?" He replied, "Sorry, I can't. I'm in sales, not management." THE FOURTH WISE MAN A recent article in a highly noted scholarly journal marks the discovery that a fourth Wise Man was present at the presentation of the gifts to the Christ Child. It seems that he is of little note and was even turned away--he brought a fruitcake. „GREEN„ AMISH While driving in Pennsylvania, a family caught up to an Amish carriage. The owner of the carriage obviously had a sense of humor, because attached to the back of the carriage was a hand printed sign.. "Energy efficient vehicle. Runs on oats and grass. Caution: Do not step on exhaust." HOLY COMFORTER? One Sunday after church Mom asked her very young daughter what the lesson was about. Her daughter answered "Don't be scared, you'll get your quilts. " Needless to say, Mom was perplexed. Later in the day, the Pastor stopped by for tea. Mom asked him what that morning's Sunday school lesson was about. He said "Be not afraid, thy comforter is coming." WHY WE LOVE CHILDREN An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'"
Jan/Feb 2010 I used to be afraid of motorcyclists. Growing up I had head stories about chain gangs (Hell’s Angels), groups of mean people dressed in black with chains wrapped around their waists that they used as weapons when zoomed in on their motorcycles to a place where they terrified the people with their evil deeds. This idea changed when I met Jay. One day when reading the US military newspaper Stars and Stripes I was touched by an article about a young American named Jay Glasgow. After serving his military duty, he stayed in Germany, working as a civilian supply agent for the Army and married his German sweetheart, Ingrid. One morning he awoke and found that two ribs had been broken while he was sleeping. The hospital diagnosis was plasmacy toma—a tumorous cancer that affects the bones. Still in his 30s, Jay was given three months to live. The therapy began and he was exposed to all kinds of “chemococktails” as he called them. Of course, he saw all kinds of other patients in the hospital but what struck him most was the number of children. He admired their courage and endurance and called them his unsung heroes. He wanted to do something for the kids and with the hospital’s permission, he decided to throw a party. Jay was a Harley-Davidson man. It seems that “Harleys” (or HOGS, as they call themselves) join together to support worthy causes and that’s what Jay planned to organize. Each rider was to come to the hospital and bring a toy for a child: a Toy Run. They rode through all kinds of weather and many kilometers to reach their goal—but they came. On the day of the party, the hospital was transformed into a noisy, colorful, cheerful place with balloons and streamers bouncing against the ceiling, live music and decorations made by the children. Wheelchairs were pushed through the crowd with a variety of medical apparatus dangling over te heads of the hairless children who had grins on their faces. Hopeful parents and friends rushed back and forth with goodies and excited greetings. There were games to play, cake and ice cream to eat, and gifts to unpack. The children’s artwork hung on the walls, and T-shirts with the logo of the Toy Run had been produced to raise funds for the hospital. One dear soul had even dressed up in a fuzzy (and very hot) animal costume and greeted each person who came in the door. Children who were too sick to come down were included STORIES HARLEYS, CANCER, TOYS AND A BIG HEART: A REAL STORY by TV monitor and visited by a select group including the fuzzy animal friend who handed out toys to each one. The moment came when the motorcycles were to arrive. One could hear in the distance the steady hum of approaching motorbikes. As it grew louder, the level of excitement rose and the deeply emotional moment came when, escorted by a police motorcade, 500 Harley Davidsons zoomed into the parking lot. From the hospital balcony, a cheer went up as each rider was welcomed by the grateful crowd. It was a moment I will neve forget. Jay outlived the initial grim prognosis of death within three-six months and extended his life seven more years. He said the Toy Run was what did it for him. Each year he planned a new one and year it got bigger. As for me, I came to see that my initial idea about motorcyclists was narrow-minded. Now when I see a biker I am pleased and think maybe he is on his way to a Toy Run. God bless you, Jay! - personal story submitted by parishioner Martha Schwerzer
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