Do You Know the Answer?

Where Did You Learn That?


I was standing before he window of and art store where a picture of the Crucifixion of our Lord was on exhibition.  As I gazed, I was aware of the approach of another, and turning, beheld a little lad gazing also intently at the picture.  Noticing that this mite of humanity was a street boy, I thought I would speak to him; so I asked, pointing at the picture, “Do you know who He is?”

“Yes,” came a quick response; “That’s our Savior,” with a mingled look of pity and surprise that I should not know what the picture represented.

With an obvious desire to enlighten me further, he continued, after a pause; “Them’s Roman soldiers, the Roman soldiers, and,” with a long drawn sigh, “that woman crying there is His mother.”

He waited, obviously for me to question him further, then thrust his hand in his pockets, and with a reverent and subdued voice and tear-stained face added, “They killed Him, Mister.  Yes, sir, they killed Him.”

I looked at the little dirty, rugged fellow and asked, “where did you learn this?’

At the Mission Sunday school,” was the reply.

Full of thoughts regarding the benefits of the Mission Sunday schools, I turned and resumed my walk, leaving the little lad still looking at the picture, I had not walked a block when I heard his childish voice calling, “Mister! Say, Mister! ” I turned.  He was running toward me but paused;   then up went his little hand, and with a triumphant sound in his voice and now radiant face, he said, “ I want to tell you: HE ROSE AGAIN, HE IS ALIVE!”        R.A. Torrey




Easter is a time of new life. That which was dead now lives.  Darkness is gone. A warm sun shines.  Life has a new meaning. 

Today we are privileged to celebrate the Easter because of Jesus’ victory over sin and death. The cross of Christ reveals man’s sin at its worst and God’s love at its best! 

Happy Easter Dear Friends, Wishing you much love and blessings.

 Thank you for stopping by and sharing your time with me.


Lovingly, Karan

November Newsletter ~ Everyone Has Blonde Days


Wanted For Attempted Murder (the actual AP headline)




Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws, and while there went to a nearby supermarket

to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One  customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car.

He noticed that Linda’s eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she’d been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.

The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head.

A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head.  When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.

And, yes, Linda is a blonde.



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TIME seems to be the one thing we long for, but never seem to have enough of. And when we get a few minutes we are usually too tired to enjoy it. 

Julia Ward Howe said, “I am weary way down into next year”. That is descriptive of the way many of us feel—especially at the Thanksgiving and Christmas. We become so exhausted that we miss the real meaning of the occasion.

Our lives become so busy, we get worn out and have no time for friends, family or God. A lady once told me,” I ‘am so busy serving God, that I don’t have time for God”. What a shame, because God is the only person that can give us true rest and peace in the mist of our hectic lives.©

Thank you for sharing your time with me and stopping by, Hugs to each of you!

Enjoy this special time, making memories with the ones you love!

Lovingly, Karan

 Discussion Question: How do you save time during the busy season’s, what tricks have you learned?

Tea, Grandpa and Us!

               Tea, Grandpa and Us!

 images (72)Setting around the dinner table, finishing the last drop of tea our daughter’s renewed their theological discussions with their grandfather.  It was always a fun time when they would try to stump him on his knowledge of scripture and the Bible.

Times were changing and grandpa didn’t like some of the changes he saw in the culture. And his generation couldn’t understand the reasons for some of those changes.  Especially long hair and ponytails on men!  The girls would always try to catch their grandfather on his “long hair” verse.  1 Cor. 11:14, “Isn’t it obvious that it is disgraceful for a man to have long hair?”   But he would never budge.

Trying to change his mind, they were always on the lookout for the right verse or angle to persuade him to change his mind. After all it was a new culture and times were changing.

One evening after dinner our daughter’s thought they had finally

Willing to Choose?


When I sit quietly and listen, I can hear God whisper his plans for me.

But I feel I need to remind God, I’ve made my own plans for the day.

“God can you see my busy agenda?”

Some days I have so many plans and goals I don’t want to have my day interrupted.

Have you ever felt like that?


Do I choose my plans which are important and vital to my business and ministry?

Or choose God’s plan for me, stepping out in faith to trust Him.

Serving Him is to enjoy the great adventures He has planned for me,

and knowing I have obeyed his call gives me great happiness.


He is my peace and safe place, the one who loves and protects me.

Could I offer him anything less than my obedience choosing to follow Him?

He is Enough for ME!

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Thank you for dropping by and sharing your time with me. 

Do you ever have interrupted plans?  I would love to hear from you.

Have a great week! 

Lovingly, Karan

My Song

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I was born with a song to sing.

I think each of us have a song in our lives.

Sometimes I struggle to sing my song, feeling like it might not

be good enough to share.

Or I look at others and wish I could sing their song.

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There have even been times I could not sing my song at all

because of great sadness.


Those are times I need another to wrap their wings of love

around me and hold me tight.

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Like a small bird needing to fly and feel the wind lift me higher,

I know God has placed a special song in my heart that

I must sing to a hurting world… Jesus Loves You!

That is my SONG©


Thank you for dropping by and sharing your time with me. 

Do you have a song to sing?  I would love to hear about your song.

Have a great week! 

Lovingly, Karan