Sparkatale

Hi! first things first; I am from the States. I was born and raised here in the good ole' US of A and have never left the States. that being said, I don't know much about other countries, save from what I learned from books or from Google. so, if I get something wrong, please tell me nicely and help me fix what I got wrong. team work!

Also, I am a Christian. I believe what I believe and I will not shove my religion down anyone's throat. by all means, if they have questions then I will be more than happy to answer said questions in any way possible. So do me a favor: I will respect your belief, if you return the same courtesy to me. I respect you if you respect me.

I love writing. I may not be that good, but I love it nonetheless. so please, if I do something wrong-grammar, language, anything- please point it out. and, returning to the statement above, please do so nicely. That being said, please read what I write and enjoy!! I'm new at this so if anyone actually reads this then I will give you a virtual cookie!! thank you!

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared him...

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

Feel honoured to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe in the triune God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

then copy and paste this on your profile

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. “Your son is here,” she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he... dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. ... Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her, “Who was that man?” he asked.
The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.
“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”
“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”
“I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman’s Name? “
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, “Mr. William Grey………”
The next time someone needs you … just be there.

You may not agree with the war, but at least Honor the Fighters