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    Posted by on November 27, 2007 at 2:57 am

    WHAT HAPPENS IN HEAVEN

    This is one of the nicest e-mails I have seen and is so true:

    I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We
    walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.

    My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, “This Is
    the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are
    Received.”

    I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many
    angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and
    scraps from people all over the world.

    Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second
    section.

    The angel then said to me, “This is the Packaging and Delivery Section.
    Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and
    delivered to the living persons who asked for them.”

    I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working
    hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and
    were being packaged for delivery to Earth

    Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the Door
    of a very small station To my great surprise, only one angel was Seated
    there, idly doing nothing. “This is the Aknowledgment Section,” My angel
    friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed “How Is it that
    there is no work going on here?” I asked.

    “So sad,” the angel sighed. “After people receive the blessings that
    they asked For, very few send back acknowledgments .”

    “How does one acknowledge God’s blessings?” I asked.

    “Simple,” the angel answered. Just say, “Thank you, Lord.”

    “What blessings should they acknowledge?” I asked.

    “If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof
    overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If
    you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish,
    you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy .”

    “And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the
    world who has that opportunity.”

    Also

    ” If you woke up this morning with more health than illness … You are
    more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day .”

    “If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of
    imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation .. You
    are ahead of 700 million people in the world.”

    “If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest,
    torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion
    people In the world .”

    “If your parents are still alive and still married …you are very rare
    .”

    “If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you’re
    unique to all those in doubt and despair.”

    Ok, what now? How can I start?

    If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that
    someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than
    over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

    Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along
    to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.

    A TTN:

    Acknowledge Dept.: “Thank you Lord, for giving me the ability to share
    this message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share it
    with.”

    Zachary replied 17 years, 1 month ago 2 Members · 1 Reply
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  • zachary

    Member
    November 27, 2007 at 5:18 am

    Thanks for posting that, Patricia. Gratitude, in all forms, is so often lacking in our lives.

    I worked in South America for seven years, and I’ll never forget the time I was going to throw away a cheap pair of shoes I bought for the trip (they didn’t fit because I’m a typical guy and didn’t try them on first–I just held them up to my feet). As I was about to toss them, I saw one of our Ecuadorian workers watching me. I asked if he wanted them and he said yes. Then he almost started crying. He’d never had a new pair of shoes before. He was thirty years old.

    I don’t take many things for granted anymore. Thanks for reminding me.


    “Standing on my Head”–my chemo journal
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    RC at USC/Norris June 23, 2006 by Dr. John Stein

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