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Walk From Obesity Birmingham 2008!!!
DATE: October 4th, 2008
PLACE: Regions Park (Hoover Alabama)
TIME: 7am Register or register online @ www. walkfromobesity. com
WALK STARTS:8:30am SIGNUP/REGISTERATION FEE $25.00 per person walking, FREE T-shirt with signup when you register.


No registration fee for children ages 12 and under & they will also get a FREE T-Shirt. Make your plans to join us NOW..(Mark YOU Calendar) Please come join th fun!! Looking forward to seeing everyone ..and making this the best walk Birmingham AL has ever seen.


This is a 1 mile walk, If you are unable to walk, please come out and support us.



The funds raised through this event support the ASMBS Foundation and the Obesity Action Coalition's independent educational missions and fund programs focused on prevention, research, education and advocacy for all those affected by obesity.



God Bless, Love YOU ALL
Michele

Edith Burns was a wonderful Christian who lived in San Antonio , Texas
. She was the patient of a doctor by the name of Will Phillips. Dr.        
Phillips was a gentle doctor who saw patients as people. His favorite      
patient was Edith Burns.                                                   
> >                                                                        
> > One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart and it was        
because of Edith Burns. When he walked into that waiting room, there sat   
Edith with her big black Bible in her lap earnestly talking to a young     
mother sitting beside her.                                                 
> >                                                                        
> > Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way: "Hello, my  name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Then she would explain the
meaning of Easter, and many times people would be saved.                   
> >                                                                        
> > Dr. Phillips walked into that office and there he saw the head nurse,  
Beverly. Bev erly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood        
pressure. Edith began by saying,"My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in
Easter?"                                                                   
> >                                                                        
> > Beverly said, "Why yes I do."                                          
> >                                                                        
> > Edith said, "Well, what do you believe about Easter?"                  
> >                                                                        
> > Beverly said, "Well, it’s all about egg hunts, going to church, and    
dressing up." Edith kept pressing her about the real meaning of Easter,    
and finally led her to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.                 
> >                                                                        
> > Dr. Phillips said, " Beverly , don’t call Edith into the office quite  yet. I believe there is another delivery taking place in the waiting room.
                                                                           
> >                                                                        
> > After being called back in the doctor’s office, Edith sat down and     
when she took a look at the doctor she said, "Dr. Will, why are you so     
sad? Are you reading your Bible? Are you praying?"                         
> >                                                                        
> > Dr. Phillips said gently, "Edith, I’m the doctor and you’re the        
patient. " With a heavy heart he said, "Your lab report came back and it   
says you have cancer, and Edith, you’re not going to live very long."      
> >                                                                        
> > Edith said, "Why Will Phillips, shame on you. Why are you so sad? Do   
you think God makes mistakes? You have just told me I’m going to see my    
precious Lord Jesus, my husband, and my friends. You have just told me     
that I am going to celebrate Easter forever, and here you are having       
difficulty giving me my ticket!"                                           
> >                                                                        
> > Dr. Phillips thought to himself, "What a magnificent woman this Edith  
Burns is!"                                                                 
> >                                                                        
> > Edith continued coming to Dr. Phillips. Christmas came and the office  
was closed through January 3rd. On the day the office opened, Edith did    
not show up. Later that afternoon, Edith called Dr. Phillips and said she  
would have to be moving her story to the hospital and said, "Will, I’m     
very near home, so would you make sure that they put women in here next to
me in my room who nee d to know about Easter."                             
> >                                                                        
> > Well, they did just that and women began to come in and share that     
room with Edith. Many women were saved. Everybody on that floor from staff
to patients were so excited about Edith, that they started calling her     
Edith Easter; that is everyone except Phyllis Cross, the head nurse.       
> >                                                                        
> > Phyllis made it plain that she wanted nothing to do with Edith because
she was a "religious nut". She had been a nurse in an army hospital. She   
had seen it all and heard it all. She was the original G.I. Jane. She had  
been married three times, she was hard, cold, and did everything by the    
book.                                                                      
> >                                                                        
> > One morning the two nurses who were to attend to Edith were sick.      
> >                                                                        
> > Edith had the flu and Phyllis Cross had to go in and give her a shot.  
When she walked in, Edith had a big smile on her face and said, "Phyllis,  
God loves you and I love you, and I have been praying for you."            
> ; >                                                                      
> > Phyllis Cross said, "Well, you can quit praying for me, it won’t work.
I’m not interested."                                                       
> >                                                                        
> > Edith said, "Well, I will pray and I have asked God not to let me go   
home until you come into the family."                                      
> >                                                                        
> > Phyllis Cross said, "Then you will never die because that will never   
happen," and curtly walked out of the room.                                
> >                                                                        
> > Every day Phyllis Cross would walk into the room and Edith would say,  
"God loves you Phyllis and I love you, and I’m praying for you."           
> >                                                                        
> > One day Phyllis Cross said she was literally drawn to Edith’s room     
like a magnet would draw iron. She sat down on the bed and Edith said,     
"I’m so glad you have come, because God told me that today is your special
day"                                                                       
> >                                                                        
> > Phyllis Cross said, "Edith, you have asked everybody here the          
question, "Do you believe in Easter but you have never asked me."          
> >                                                                        
> > Edith said, "P hyllis, I wanted to many times, but God told me to wait  until you asked, and now that you have asked." Edith Burns took her Bible  
and shared with Phyllis Cross the Easter Story of the death, burial and    
resurrection of Jesus Christ. Edith said, "Phyllis, do you believe in      
Easter? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is alive and that He wants to     
live in your heart?"                                                       
> >                                                                        
> > Phyllis Cross said, "Oh I want to believe that with all of my heart,   
and I do want Jesus in my life "Right there, Phyllis Cross prayed and      
invited Jesus Christ into her heart. For the first time Phyllis Cross did  
not walk out of a hospital room, she was carried out on the wings of       
angels.                                                                    
> >                                                                        
> > Two days later, Phyllis Cross came in and Edith said, "Do you know     
what day it is?" Phyllis Cross said, "Why Edith, it’s Good Friday."        
> >                                                                        
> > Edith said, "Oh, no, for you every day is Easter. Happy Easter         
Phyllis!"                                                                  
> >                                                                        
> > Two days later, on Eas ter Sunday, Phyllis Cross came into work, did   
some of her duties and then went down to the flower shop and got some      
Easter lilies because she wanted to go up to see Edith and give her some   
Easter lilies and wish her a Happy Easter.                                 
> >                                                                        
> > When she walked into Edith’s room, Edith was in bed. That big black    
Bible was on her lap. Her hands were in that Bible. There was a sweet      
smile on her face. When Phyllis Cross went to pick up Edith’s hand, she    
realized Edith was dead. Her left hand was on John 14: "In my Father’s     
house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you, I will come      
again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also."  
Her right hand was on Revelation 21:4, "And God will wipe away every tear  from their eyes, there shall be no more death nor sorrow, nor crying; and  
there shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away."      
> >                                                                        
> > Phyllis Cross took one look at that dead body, and then lifted he r    
face toward heaven, and with tears streaming down here cheeks, said,       
"Happy Easter, Edith - Happy Easter!"                                      
> >                                                                        
> > Phyllis Cross left Edith’s body, walked out of the room, and over to a  table where two student nurses were sitting. She said, "My name is Phyllis
Cross. Do you believe in Easter?"                                          
> >                                                                        
> >                                                                        
> > If you believe in Easter, forward this on. God works in wonderful      
ways, and to believe in his power is to truly be free. If Jesus had        
e-mail, he’d do the same for you.                                          
> >                                                                        
> > (Actually, maybe He just did)                                          
> >                                                                        
> > "Father, bless this person in whatever it is that You know he or she   
may be needing this day"   

What a beautiful message! We all need to share more......

What a mental image of standing before your Saviour with all your
 deepest secrets written down. The shame would seem unbearable to us. What would be more unbearable to our Lord is if we wouldn’t allow Him to cover our transgressios with His blood. How great is our Lord and His Love for us. Thank you Jesus for your forgiveness .

 THE ROOM

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. ’I wowed ’em,’ he later told his father, Bruce. ’It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote..’ It also was the last.

 Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teary Valley High School .Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life.. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. ’It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there.’ Mr. Moore said.

 Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

 The Moore ’s framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the
 family portraits in the living room. ’I think God used him to make a
 point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of
 this,’ Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. ’I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.’

 Brian’s Essay: The Room...
 In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in
 libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.
 But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly
 endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew
 near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that
 read ’Girls I have liked.’ I opened it and began flipping through the
 cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the
 names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named ’Friends’ was next to one marked ’Friends I have betrayed.’ The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird ’Books I Have Read,’ ’Lies I Have Told,’ ’Comfort I have Given,’ ’Jokes I Have Laughed at.’ Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: ’Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.’ Others I couldn’t laugh at: ’Things I Have Done in My Anger’, ’Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents’ I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked ’TV Shows I have watched’, I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked ’Lustful Thoughts,’ I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!’ In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.
 Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore ’People I Have Shared the Gospel With.’ The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
 But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. ’No!’ I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was ’No, no,’ as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, ’It is finished.’ I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.There were still cards to be written.

 ’I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.’
 Phil. 4:13
 ’For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.’ If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My ’People I shared the gospel with’ file just got bigger, how about yours?
 

IF THERE IS ONE THING  THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

 You don’t have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.