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Bridge Over Troubled Water - Josh Groban & Brian McKnight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0RNp0ShHsU&feature=related

When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all

I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you

I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on Silver Girl,
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

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THANKFUL- Josh Groban

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBEI1F22uqE&feature=related

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Hello everyone

I have something on a heavier note for you all ...but it is very interesting.
Be sure to read and watch the videos, too.

You will find this story very mesmerizing and worth every minute.

First I share part of the story which was written by Mark Ellis at
beforeitsnews.com If you want to read all of it, go HERE OR you can
watch the videos first, if you wish.

Helen

Here's the story ....it starts out with his 'guides' from hell taking him to hell
after his 'death'.

Atheist Professor’s Near-Death Experience in Hell Left Him Changed

His guides began to push and pull at him. Howard fought back, but he was horribly outnumbered.

“We had a big fight and the fight turned into them annihilating me, which they did slowly and with much relish,” he says. “Mostly they were biting and tearing at me. This went on for a long time. They did other things to humiliate and violate me which I don’t talk about.”

When Howard was no longer “amusing” to them, he collapsed on the ground, ripped apart, unable to move.

He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely spent. Then he was surprised by a small voice inside his head that said, ‘Pray to God.’

He thought, ‘I don’t pray. I don’t even believe in God.’

Then he heard the voice a second time, ‘Pray to God.’

‘But I wouldn’t know how to pray even if I wanted to pray,’ he thought. Whose voice was this, he wondered? It sounded like his voice, but the words were completely foreign to his own thinking.

Then he heard the voice a third time repeat the same message. His mind drifted back to his days in Sunday school as a child. “I tried to remember things I memorized when I was very young,” he says. He struggled to think of something he could pray.

Then he managed to blurt out, “The Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want…”

When the people around him heard his attempt to pray, they became enraged. “There is no God and nobody can hear you,” they cried, along with other obscenities. “If you keep praying we will really hurt you.”

But Howard noticed something curious. The more he prayed and began to mention God, the more they backed away from him.

Emboldened, he began to shout out bits and pieces of the Lord’s Prayer, The Battle Hymn of the Republic, and God Bless America. Finally, he was screaming any fragments of God’s truth he could muster from the moldy recesses of his memory bank.

It seemed to work! Even in the darkness, he could tell they had fled, but not too far away.

As he lay there, Howard began to review his life. “I came to the conclusion I led a crummy life and I had gone down the sewer pipe of the universe. I had gone into the septic tank with other human garbage. I was being processed by the garbage people into garbage like them.”

“Whatever life was supposed to be about, I missed it,” he thought. “What I received was what I deserved and the people who attacked me were people like me. They were my kindred spirits. Now I will be stuck with them forever.” Feelings of self-loathing and hopelessness filled his mind.

His thoughts floated back again to himself as a nine year-old in Sunday School, “I remembered myself singing Jesus Loves Me, and I could feel it inside me. As a child, I thought Jesus was really cool and he was my buddy and he would take care of me.”

“But even if Jesus is real, why would he care about me? he thought. “He probably hates my guts. I’m not going to think anymore; I’m going to ask him.”

“I’ve got nothing else to lose. I’ll give Jesus a try.”

Then he yelled into the darkness, “Jesus, please save me!”

Within an instant, a brilliant light appeared that came closer and closer. He found himself bathed in a beautiful light, and for the first time he could clearly see his own body’s miserable condition, ghastly for his own eyes to behold. “I was almost all gore.”

Immediately he recognized Jesus, the King of Kings, the Rescuer, the Deliverer. “His arms reached down and touched me and everything healed up and came back together,” he recalls. “He filled me with a love I never knew existed.”

Then he picked up Howard, like one football player picking up a fallen teammate on the field, put his arms around him, and Howard cried like a baby in His arms. “He carried me out of there and we headed to where God lives.”

In his mind, Howard began to think that Jesus made a terrible mistake. “I’m garbage and I don’t belong in heaven,” he thought.

They stopped moving, and both Howard and Jesus were hanging in space, somewhere between heaven and hell. “We don’t make mistakes,” Jesus said tenderly.

“He could read everything in my mind and put His voice into my head,” Howard recalls. “We had very rapid, instantaneous conversations.”

Then Jesus told Howard He had angels who would show him his life. “It was a terrible experience because my life deteriorated after adolescence. I saw I became a selfish, unloving person. I was successful, a full tenured art professor at 27, the department head, but I was a jerk.”

In this replay, he saw his heavy drinking and adultery. “I cheated on my wife proudly. It was horrible.”

For the first time he realized the way he lived his life hurt Jesus. “I was in the arms of the most wonderful, holy, loving, kind person and we’re looking at this stuff. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

As they watched together, Howard could see the pain and disappointment on the face of Jesus. “When I did these things it was like sticking a knife into his heart.”

“Do you have any questions?” Jesus asked.

“I have a million questions,” Howard replied, and proceeded to unburden himself of anything and everything he could imagine asking an omniscient being. Jesus answered Howard’s questions kindly and patiently. <snip>

Howard tells his story on video as well....

Part 1 of 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrqqKguiihg


Part 2 of 2

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo4m35zfhFo

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Happy Sunday friends. I received the following tip from my good friend Pat from back in Tennessee. I too had never heard of this until I read it in her email but maybe some of you have.

The Best Way to Cook Corn on the Cob for a Crowd?
It's Cooler Corn

Am I the only person who hasn't heard of "cooler corn"?

As an obsessive food nerd, you'd expect that I would have
at least heard of it, but over the weekend I was blind sided
by the simple genius of this method for cooking loads of
corn on the cob perfectly.

I was hepped to it while visiting my family in Maine. Short
story: We like corn on the cob. And with eight adults at
the table, that means a couple of dozen ears. We would
have used the lobster pot to cook them all, but the lobster
pot was busy steaming lobster.

Then my sister, a capable Maine cook with years of

camping experience says "let's do cooler corn!" Before

I can ask "what is cooler corn?" a Coleman cooler

appears from the garage, is wiped clean, then filled

with the shucked ears. Next, two kettles-full of boiling

water are poured over the corn and the top closed.

Then nothing.

When we sat down to dinner 30 minutes later and opened

it, the corn was perfectly cooked. My mind was blown away.

And I'm told that the corn will remain at the perfect level of

doneness for a couple of hours.

Turns out, Cooler Corn is pretty well known among the
outdoorsy set, but for those of us who avoid tents as
much as possible, it's perfect for large barbecues and way
less of mess than grilling. In fact, I may even buy another
cooler just so I'm ready for next summer. Now that I'm in
the know. :)

Hi Amanda, I tried to find a youtube video showing the cooler corn but had no luck but I did find this I think you'll find helpful. You can see it HERE.

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Evelyn,

I read this and wondered what on earth was a 'cooler corn'. I left this post and went on to answer and respond to others then it hit me and I hope I have come to the right conclusion.

The Cooler you speak of is the igloo cold storage box you put iced slicker pads in to keep your foods and beverages cold at the beach, camping etc?

If this is what it is, I will keep this in mind for cooking quantities of corn

as I had never heard or thought of this and a great tip.

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Happy Sunday friends. I received the following tip from my good friend Pat from back in Tennessee. I too had never heard of this until I read it in her email but maybe some of you have.

The Best Way to Cook Corn on the Cob for a Crowd?
It's Cooler Corn

Am I the only person who hasn't heard of "cooler corn"?

As an obsessive food nerd, you'd expect that I would have
at least heard of it, but over the weekend I was blind sided
by the simple genius of this method for cooking loads of
corn on the cob perfectly.

I was hepped to it while visiting my family in Maine. Short
story: We like corn on the cob. And with eight adults at
the table, that means a couple of dozen ears. We would
have used the lobster pot to cook them all, but the lobster
pot was busy steaming lobster.

Then my sister, a capable Maine cook with years of

camping experience says "let's do cooler corn!" Before

I can ask "what is cooler corn?" a Coleman cooler

appears from the garage, is wiped clean, then filled

with the shucked ears. Next, two kettles-full of boiling

water are poured over the corn and the top closed.

Then nothing.

When we sat down to dinner 30 minutes later and opened

it, the corn was perfectly cooked. My mind was blown away.

And I'm told that the corn will remain at the perfect level of

doneness for a couple of hours.

Turns out, Cooler Corn is pretty well known among the
outdoorsy set, but for those of us who avoid tents as
much as possible, it's perfect for large barbecues and way
less of mess than grilling. In fact, I may even buy another
cooler just so I'm ready for next summer. Now that I'm in
the know. :)