Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim in pillows
Monday, April 16, 2012
WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH THE MONEY
What if you went to church one Sunday and instead of taking up a collection the minister handed out envelopes of money to the congregation? I read a story yesterday in the online Upper Room Daily Devotional about such an occurrence. The minister had the ushers pass out $5, $10 and $20 bills and then instructed the church members to go out and use this money to help someone.