No more questions or comments on computer use have come in, so that fact, coupled with a power failure in our baileywick during the hours I'd normally have prepared today's page is the excuse I'll use for a slim Jonal entry for today. We'll plan a new topic beginning tomorrow. The only addition to the computer topic was a followup to yesterday's, from Mary Ann Losiewcz, who wrote:
"The name of the software that I am attempting to use [the topic of yesterday's Jonal entry] is Voyetra Digital Orchestra Plus. You can get it directly from the Voyetra web site or at a decent software store. It does come with Midi cables, but you don't necessarily need them to do the music. It's also fairly inexpensive, as software goes. I believe it's still around $40 - $50.".
I did a quick check on the web site and its products look intriguing. Anyone with interest in creating or recording music will no doubt find it of interest.
—Webmaster Jon Kennedy
6: Sand is alive. If it isn't, how do you explain the way it works against you?
7: Golf carts always run out of juice at the farthest point from the clubhouse.
8: A golfer hitting into your group will always be bigger than anyone in your group. Likewise, a group you accidentally hit into will consist of a football player, a profes- sional wrestler, a convicted murderer, and a tax agentor some similar combination.
9: All 3-woods are demon-possessed.
10: A severe slice is a thing of awesome power and beauty.
Sent by Mike Harrison
A young man had been to an evening Bible Study where the topic had been listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?" After the study broke up, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they continued to discuss the topic. Several mentioned how God had led them in different ways.
At about ten o'clock, the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he began to pray, "God...if you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey." As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli (1 Samuel 3). "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt an urge: "Turn down that street." This is crazy, he thought, and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will." He drove several blocks when suddenly he felt he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark, like people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."
Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door. "Okay, God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk. "Here; I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway, speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her, holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half-crying,
"We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I asked him to send an angel with some. Are you an angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put it in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car, tears streaming down his face.
He knew God still answers prayers.
Sent by Bob Kennedy
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