Mind Your Position Dear Friends

Get Your Ergonomics Right!!!

The term ergonomics is derived from the Greek words, 'ergon' which means 'work' and 'nomos' which means 'natural laws'. By the way if you are confused with the unheard name Ergonomics and what it is, here is the simple definition to understand it easily. It is the science of designing the job, equipment, and workplace to fit the worker and make humans interact with their work stations in a healthy way to maintain their physical health over a long period of time and enjoy life.

The study of ergonomics is heavily engineered for ergonomics health safety. Proper ergonomic design and the proper way it must be used by the user is necessary to prevent repetitive strain injuries, which can develop over time and can lead to long-term disability.

So for those friends who use computers heavily, make sure that you get the above ergonomics safety that is instructed in the above picture get implemented in your home and offices.

"Ignorance can be a bliss sometimes but not at all times." — Abraham Israel

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Be Available To God In All Seasons Of Life!!

A Pastor And His Son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'

His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'

'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'

'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU .' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated....

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honour for his son.... Except for One.

What lesson can we learn from the above story? God sees not our ability but rather our availability to be used by Him at all season and all times. If we are willing and available to God, he will use us like He used this little boy of the Pastor to bless and save the needy old woman. Age is not a factor that restrains God from using for His Glory, in fact when the Pharisees and Scribes restrained themselves and others from praising God through Jesus when He did wonderful things, God used the children to praise him as the promised Messiah and bring glory to Himself through Jesus (Matt 21:15). When these evil hearted Chief Priests and scribes became indignant hearing that and asked Jesus, " “Do You hear what these are saying?” And Jesus said to them, “Yes. Have you never read,‘Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants you have perfected praise’?” (Matt 21:16). In other words, God says that He is ready to use even children in the work of God if they are readily available to do His work and bring glory to Him. What a lesson!

May we all be ready with the word of God filled in our heart in season and out of season, so that we can preach it and convince, rebuke, exhort, with all longsuffering and teaching so that souls might be saved for eternity for the Glory of God (2 Tim 4:2; 1 Tim 4:16). You might be the next person to touch someone in need and save them for eternity ahead if you inculcate the heart and passion of this little Pastor's son who reached a precious dying soul with the good news of Jesus in the midst of all his external difficulties that he faced on that particular day. Kudos to the little boy! Be ready as a general of JESUS' army in these end times to wisely save souls and thus fill heaven and empty hell! Praise the Lord!!!

Much Blessings....



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Oh So Lowly In A Manger!

The Oriental Manger

Britisher Geoffrey T. Bull, missionary to Tibet, was cold, exhausted, and hungry. He had been seized by Communists following their takeover of in 1949, and his future was bleak. His captors drove him day and night across frozen mountains until he despaired of life. Late one afternoon, he staggered into a small village where he was given an upstairs room, swept clean and warmed by a small charcoal brazier.

After a meagre supper, he was sent downstairs to feed the horses. It was very dark and very cold. He clambered down the notched tree trunk to find himself in pitch- blackness. His boots squished in the manure and straw on the floor. The fetid smell of animals was nauseating. The horses sighed wearily, tails drooping, yet the missionary expected to be kicked any moment. Geoffrey, cold, weary, lonely, and ill, began to feel sorry for himself.

“Then as I continued to grope my way in the darkness,” he later wrote, “it suddenly flashed into my mind. What's today? I thought for a moment. In traveling, the days had become a little muddled in my mind. Suddenly it came to me. ‘It's Christmas Eve.’ I stood suddenly still in that Oriental manger. To think that my Saviour was born in a place like this. To think that He came all the way from heaven to some wretched eastern stable, and what is more to think that He came for me! How men beautify the cross and the crib, as if to hide the fact that at birth we resigned Him to the stench of beasts and at death exposed Him to the shame of rogues.

“I returned to the warm, clean room which I enjoyed even as a prisoner, bowed to thankfulness and worship."

No human born on earth have the choice to decide which place, time, family he or she should be born in to, because it is all pre-planned by God and executed by Him in His perfect timing. Only one person had the choice to decide his own birth place, time and family, it was Jesus who was God before He came to be born as a baby on earth (John 1:1-3). But Jesus did not choose to be born in a palace, but chose the humble manger in which even the poorest of the poor will not be born in to. Jesus chose this place, time, family to be born in to, to tell all the humans who suffer that He understands more than all what it is to to suffer on earth because of the curse of sin that has come upon the mankind because of their disobedience.

What can we learn from the above story of the missionary?

If we can look to Jesus in all our day to day suffering, all of our self pity will soon vanish as we see what kind of suffering our Master Jesus went through in His life just for the sake of redeeming us from sin. We have no reason to be unthankful at any time when we understand that Jesus set Himself as a example so that we can follow Him in our life, and be thankful and grateful for everything in our lives as He was for all things in his life towards God (1 Peter 2:21; John 17:25; 11:41; Matt 26:42). By accepting to suffer in the circumstances God has allowed us to go through in our lives, we will learn obedience toward God more and more, and thus glorify God in all things and will live pleasing to Him (Heb 5:7-9). We cannot suffer more than our Master Jesus, but can suffer like Him at the maximum, and so we must be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer and above all rejoice in our suffering, knowing that the Spirit of glory rests upon us and God gets glorified because of this reason (Matt 10:23-25; Rom 12:12; 5:3; 1 Peter 4:13-14, 16). We must positively choose to be bowed to God in thankfulness and worship God at all times and in all circumstances for the glory of God! No circumstances in our life can be too bad to stop being thankful, instead we should realize that God has allowed each circumstances of our life by His sovereign will and therefore we must learn to give in to His will and not resist it. We must also rejoice in the Lord always to maintain the consciousness of God's goodness towards us all the time which is a fact never changes.

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God Hears Only Songs Of Your Heart

The Old Monk

Corrie Ten Boom used to tell a story about an old monk who sang a Christmas song every Christmas Eve for his brothers in the monastery, and for visitors who would come from the village for the special services. His voice was very ugly, but he loved the Lord and sang from his heart. One year the director of the cloister said, “I'm sorry, Brother Don, we will not need you this Christmas. We have a new monk who has a beautiful voice.”

The man did sing beautifully, and everyone was happy. But that night an angel came to the superior and said, “Why didn't you have a Christmas Eve song?”

The superior was very surprised. “We had a beautiful song,” he replied. “Didn't you hear it?”

The angel shook his head sadly. “It may have been inspiring to you, but we didn't hear it in heaven.”

“You see,” Corrie would say, “the old monk with the rasp voice had a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus, but the young monk sang for his own benefit, not for that of the Lord.”

What can we learn from this story? It is not how we sing that matters to God, it is with what depth of relationship we have with Him we sing songs. God is not concerned about how melodious our voice is but how pure our motives are in singing a song. We can give a good performance and also can make people happy with our song sung in a public meeting, but heaven hears only the song that are sung with a pure heart and a depth of relationship with God. It doesn't matter whether our voice is melodious or rasp, but our heart condition is very important to the Lord (Psa 66:17-18). Learn to sing and worship the Lord in spirit and in truth which God desires, and always heaven without fail will rejoice to hear your song (John 4:23-24)!

Much Blessings...



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The Little Baby Gift From God To All Humanity

A Gift Of Life

In 1910, a terrible plague swept through the former Czechoslovakia during the Christmas season. It was diphtheria, and it devastated the little Czech village of Velky Slavhov.Nearly half the village contracted the infectious disease, and many of the victims were less than ten years of age. Whenever a member of a family would show symptoms, a large black “X”would be swabbed on the doorpost of the house as a warning that it had been quarantined.

There was an “X” painted on the doorpost of the home of Jano and Suzanna Boratkova. In little less than a week, the young couple, parents of three, found themselves childless. Their oldest child, a five- year-old daughter, had been the first to go. And even as Jano was working in the wood shed, pounding together a coffin for her, his two sons were dying.

As the two young boys breathed their last, Suzanna broke into agonizing sobs. She cleaned and wrapped the two boys for a final time and carefully laid them in hand- made pine caskets. She and Jano lifted the coffins onto the wagon and started the slow journey through the biting December cold and the foot-high snow toward the graveyard. They passed by house after house marked with an “X,” but they didn't have the strength to offer sympathy or encouragement. They were too wrapped up in their own grief.
The young couple laid their children in freshly-dug graves and struggled through the Lord's Prayer. Then they trudged back to the wagon and returned home. No one was there to meet them. It was too dangerous, for the house was quarantined. It was a frightening, dark little tomb. Little high-heeled brown leather shoes were still lined up against the wood stove, as they usually were when the children were tenderly in bed. But now the beds were empty, the house was cold, the shadows deep and cold.
Jano himself was sick. “I won't see another Christmas,” he said, wheezing and coughing. “I don't think I'll see the New Year in, either.” He pushed away the soup and bread, for it was too hard for him to swallow. The diphtheria had tied a noose around his neck, allowing neither food nor sufficient air to sustain him. Suzanna gathered some kindling and lit a fire for the night, sure that her husband was about to die. The snow was starting to fall again, and she paused to gaze through the window. Her mind went to a verse of Scripture-- Psalm 121:1, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and earth."

Suddenly she saw someone approaching, a peasant woman tramping through the snow, a red and purple plaid shawl draped over her hunched shoulders. A kerchief was wrapped around her head, and her long skirt was a bright display of cotton and linen patchwork. In one hand, she held a jar of clear liquid. She approached the house and knocked on the door.

Suzanna cautiously opened the door. “We have the plague in our home.” she said, “And my husband is in a fever right now.” The old woman nodded and asked if she could step inside. She held out her little jar. “Take a clean,white linen and wrap it around your finger,”she said. “Dip your finger into this pure kerosene oil and swab out your husband's throat, and then have him swallow a tablespoon of the oil. This should cause him to vomit the deadly mucous. Otherwise, he will surely suffocate. I will pray for you and your family.”

Then, having left her folk remedy against diphtheria, she turned and left. Suzanna followed the woman's instructions, and early Christmas morning, Jano retched up the deadly phlegm. His fever broke, and Suzanna entertained a flicker of hope. There were no presents under the tree that year, but an old woman with her jar of oil was a gift of life. Jano recovered, in time. The Lord gave the couple more children. In the 1920s Jano and Suzanna emigrated to America with eight children, which included a set of triplets and two sets of twins.

It’s a story that has been handed down through the generations of that family, the little peasant woman who came on Christmas Eve bearing the gift of life. Jesus, too, came on Christmas bearing the gift of life for hopeless, grieving dying people. He came for Jew and Gentile. He came for you and me.

If we could believe and receive the gift of life in Jesus which God has given to us freely, then we and our generations will remember this good decision that we have dared to take for generations down the line. God can only bless you and me only one way, and through that way only can remove the curses that come against us, and that one way to life eternal with God is the way of believing and receiving Jesus in our heart to be our Lord and Savior of our life.

If you are not sure that you are saved, now is the time to invite Jesus in to your heart by saying, "O Jesus, I am a sinner and cannot save myself. Please come in to my heart and save me from sin to give eternal life of God forever. Thank you for being my Savior and Lord of my life from now on."

May we be grateful to God for the gift of life we have received in Jesus all the days of our life and may our succeeding generations follow us to glorify God through their lives too more and more.

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Our Rich Dad In Heaven!

All You Need

A lady in London went one day to Paddington Station to bid good-bye to a friend who was leaving the city. After the train pulled out, the lady then proceeded homewards. She boarded a bus, and a moment or two later, the conductor asked for her fare. To her dismay, she found that she had lost her purse. The conductor intimated that she had better alight.

It was a hot morning. She was miles away from home. What was she to do? Turning into Hyde Park, she sat down on a seat. She was in an awkward predicament indeed, but-- there was God! She would tell Him about it!

Opening her pocket Testament she carried in her handbag, she read Philippians 4:19: “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”

Her ‘need’ at that moment was six pence. She closed her eyes, and in the Name of Jesus claimed the promise; immediately she had the assurance that her need would be supplied. How, she did not know, and that did not matter-- God knew!

She began to trace letters on the gravel with her umbrella. She traced the text, “God is love.” As she was writing the last letter ‘e’, her umbrella point turned up a six pence! Her heart gave a big thump! Her need was supplied! And she bowed her head and thanked God.

She rose and hastened to catch a bus. When the conductor asked for her fare, she gave him the six pence. He examined it closely.

“It's all right,” she explained, “It has been buried in the ground. I lost my purse and needed six pence to take me home. I asked my Heavenly Father to send it to me, and He did. I was writing in the gravel in Hyde Park, God is Love, and my umbrella turned up this coin."

The conductor looked astounded. “I wish,” he remarked, “God would answer me like this! But there! I am not what I used to be I don't go to any church on Sundays now. I used to sing in our chapel choir at home. I'm married now and we spend my off-Sundays in the park.”

“Oh,” said the lady, “do come back to God. Get right with Him. God is love.”

There was no time to say more. When the bus neared the spot at which the lady was to alight, she whispered to the conductor as she passed on her way out “Get right with God. I will pray for you.” She kept her promise and prayed daily for the man and his wife.

One morning, some three weeks later,the lady was going to Kilburn by bus. She handed the conductor her fare, without looking at him.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, “are you the lady who has been praying for me?”

In a moment, she recognized the man. “Yes,” she replied, “I am.”
“Oh,” he said, “I am glad to see you. I have not forgotten your story of the six pence. Best of all, I have got right with God and my wife is now converted. We have taken our little boy to the chapel and dedicated him to God.”

He told the good news with such real joy that the lady’s heart overflowed with gratitude to God.

What can we really learn from this story? When need arises in our life, we should not get discouraged but should open our Bible and read the promises of God aloud and then stand on it with faith, once we have that faith in our heart then we should pray to God expecting Him to supply all our need. Then keep proceeding to do the unexpected proactively, God in his Divine ways will surely meet your need.

Once you have received your miracle do not stay quiet, but praise God with all your heart for the miracle you have received, then make sure to share your testimony when opportunity arises. No one knows what difference your testimony might make inspirationally in the lives of people who are in need. Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God (Rom 10:17), so keep sharing your faith miracle to as many people whom God bring your way. Who knows, your story might be the next one that might bless someone and make a great difference in their spiritual life for eternity ahead. When you are blessed, do not stop there, continue to be a blessing to someone who is in need like you. By being a blessing, you will not fail to collect eternal treasures on your spiritual account in heaven (Matt 6:19-21), so that you will be very rich towards God in your future life (Luke 12:21). Then finally be grateful to God if someone is blessed through you, knowing it is God who has made you to be a blessing because of your faith!

Much Blessings....


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In Christ We Stand!

The Story Of A Preacher's Wisdom To A Young Man

A minister traveling on a train in Europe was the sole occupant of a compartment, except for a young man reading a newspaper.

The youth was also a Christian, but so weak was his faith, and so many were his temptations, that he told the minister he did not think he would be able to stand life a week longer.

The minister took from his pocket a Bible and a penknife and said, "See, I will make this penknife stand up on the cover of this Bible, in spite of the rocking of the train."

The young man, thinking that this was some conjuring trick, watched the proceeding with interest, saying, "I am afraid that it will not be very easy to do that , sir."

"But," said the minister, "I am doing it."

"Oh, but you are holding it," retorted his fellow passenger.

"Why of course. Did you ever hear of a penknife standing up on its end without being held up?"

"I see," was the young man's comment. "I see you mean to teach me that I cannot stand unless Christ holds me. Thank you for reminding me of that."

My brethren, you just can't stand a day without Christ. Maybe you think you can but the REALITY is you just can't.

You have no chance resisting temptation without Christ.

What can we learn from the above story? The moment we think we are standing by our own strength, we might lose our spiritual strength to overcome obstacles that comes against us (1 Cor 10:12; Gal 6:1, 3).

Christ lives within us but we have to let Him live His life out through us. When Satan or his demons knocks the door of our hearts to tempt us, the moment they realize that Jesus is opening the door to answer them, Satan and his cohorts will flee away. But if we try to answer them by our fleshly strength, we might fail in our test of faith and will become discouraged again and again. When we hold His hands, we must not forget that actually it is Jesus who is holding our hand intact. If we really think that we are the one who is holding His hands, we might slip out and hurt ourselves. So know that though we might fail and fall, but the long arms of the Lord is the one that holds us spiritually intact from falling over and over repeatedly. Acknowledge the Lord's strength and grow spiritually strong enough to become a overcomer by faith.

If only we can keep ascribing and giving glory, majesty, dominion and power to Him and Him alone who rightly deserves it, He will keep us from falling. If we fail, then we will have to learn the lesson the hard way.

"24 Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, 25 To God our Savior, who alone is wise, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and forever. Amen." (Jude 1:24-25).

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God Chooses Inner Beauty Of Character Over Outer Beauty!

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BEAUTY Catches The Attention But CHARACTER Catches The Heart!!!

BEAUTY Is Temporal, CHARACTER Is Eternal!

BEAUTY Passes Away, CHARACTER Stays With You!

BEAUTY Is Easily Noticed, CHARACTER Is Hidden And Is Known Only By Your God!

GOD desires above all the BEAUTY OF YOUR HEART!

Which One Do You Like To Nurture?


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