Author Topic: Crazy ass stories I found (Read 118 times)

QuietTruth · « **on:** April 13, 2006, 02:06:09 PM »

They pretty good

This is some shit....
A LETTER WRITTEN TO A MAN ON DEATH ROW
BY THE FATHER OF THE MAN
WHOM THE MAN ON DEATH ROW HAD KILLED:

As the Father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I have
something very important to say to you. I forgive you. With all my
heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard for you to believe, but
I really do.

At the trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my
Son his life and asked for my forgiveness, I immediately granted you
that forgiving love from my heart. I can only hope you believe me and will
accept my forgiveness.

But this is not all I have to say to you. I want to make you an offer
- - I want you to become my adopted child. You see, my Son who died was
my only child, and I now want to share my life with you and leave my riches
to you. This may not make sense to you or anyone else, but I believe you
are worth the offer. I have arranged matters so that if you will receive my
offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but
you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death
will be dismissed. At that point, you will become my adopted child and
heir to all my riches.

I realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you. You might be
tempted to reject my offer completely, but I make it to you without
reservation. Also, I realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer
to one who cost my Son his life, but I now have a great love and
unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you.

Finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do
something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth.

Nothing could be further from the truth. If I can forgive you for
your part in my Son's death, I can forgive you for anything. I know you
will never be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer.

Besides, I believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to
experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary
(though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty. Some would
call me foolish for my offer to you, but I wish for you to call me your Father.

With love,
The Father of Jesus

CRAZY STORY
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in
this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up
Pontiac, but he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd
been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.

It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it,
unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They
had families to feed and dreams to fulfill, but he stayed on. After
all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here
and knew the country.

He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side,
and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to
get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.

You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the
road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help.
So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac
was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to
help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look
safe, he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He
knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He
said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where
it's warm? By the way, my name is Joe."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad
enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack,
skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the
tire, but he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening
up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him.
She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing
through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed
him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had
already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he
not stopped.

Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him.
This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who
had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way,
and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if
she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who
needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed,
and Joe added "...and think of me".

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold
and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing
into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe.
She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she
made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.
Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.
The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor-it
didn't ring much.

Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.
She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day
couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight
months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her
attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be
so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.

After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her
change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door.
She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the
lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There
were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said,
"You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too.

Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you.
If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do...
Don't let the chain of love end with you."

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to
serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when
she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the
money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much
she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was
going to be hard.

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to
her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's gonna be all right; I love you Joe."

ANOTHER ONE
Once there was this very wealthy young man. He lived in a
great, elaborate house with dozens of rooms. each room
was more comfortable and more beautiful than the one before
it. there were paintings and sculptures. Crystal chandeliers,
golden, ornate railings on the stairs. More beauty than most
have ever seen.

One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and
stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered
him the very best room in the house. The room was upstairs
and at the end of the hall. "This room is yours, Jesus! Stay
as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in
this room, remember Jesus, its all yours."

That evening after he had retired for the night there came a
loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on
his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the
door he found that the devil had sent three of his demons
to attack the man. He quickly tried to close the door but
one of the demons kept sticking his foot in. Sometime
later, after a great struggle, he managed to slam the door
shut and returned to his room totally exhausted.

"Can you believe that", "he man thought. "Jesus is upstairs
in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling
demons. Oh, well, maybe he just didn't hear". He slept fitfully
that night.

The next day thing went along as normal and, being tired as
he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along
about midnight, there came such a terrible ruckus at the
front door that the young man was sure that whatever it was
would tear the door down. He stumbled down the stairs once
again and opened the door to find that were dozens of
demons now trying to get into his beautiful home.

For more than three hours he fought and struggled against
the demons from hell and finally overtook them enough to
shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to fail
him. He really didn't understand this at all. "Why won't the
Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight
all by myself? I feel so alone". Troubled, he found his way
to the sofa and fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the
happenings of the last two evenings. Quietly he made his
way to the elegant bedroom where he had left Jesus.
"Jesus," he called as he tapped at the door. "Lord, I don't
understand what is happening. For the last two nights I
have had to fight the demons away from my door while
you laid up here sleeping. Don't you care about me? Did I
not give you the very best room in the house?"

He could see the tears building in Jesus' eyes but continued
on, "I just don't understand, I really thought that once I
invited you in to live with me that you would take care of me
and I gave you the best room in my house and everything.
What more can I do?"

"My precious child," Jesus spoke so softly. "I do love and
care for you. I protect all that you have released into my
care. But when you invited me to come here and stay, you
brought me to this lovely room and you shut the door to the
rest of your house. I am Lord of this room but I am not
Master of this house. I have protected this room and
no demon may enter here."

"Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my house-it is
yours. I am so sorry that I never offered you all to begin
with. I want you to have control of everything." With this
he flung open the bedroom door and knelt at Jesus' feet.
"Please forgive me Lord for being so selfish."

Jesus smiled and told him that He had already forgiven
him and that He would take care of things from now on.
That night as the young man prepared for bed he thought,
"I wonder if those demons will return, I am so tired of
fighting them each and every night." But he knew that
Jesus said that he would take care of things from now on.

Along about midnight the banging on the door was
frightening. The young man slipped out of his room in
time to see Jesus going down the stairs. He watched in
awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be afraid.

Satan stood at the door this time demanding to be let in.
"What do you want, satan?" the Lord asked. The devil
bowed low in the presence of the Lord, "So sorry, I seem
to have gotten the wrong address." And with that, he and
the demons all ran away.

There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of you, not
just a part. He will take all that you give Him but nothing
more. How much of your heart have you given to the Lord?
Are you keeping a portion of it away from Him?

Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more each day.
Why not let the Lord fight the battles for you? He is always
victorious. I have found that God made man simple, all of
man's complexities are of his own devising.