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Sunday greetings everyone!
"Shout out" to Cybersaltine, April H. who sent me an email after last week's digest.
She gave me a good laugh when she shared that it took a while for her to realize that Grandma Cybersalt is actually my wife and not my grandma. Of course, that means I am Grandpa Cybersalt, which I must admit has a very much less quaint ring to it in my head.
April also caught a mistake I made in the Cybersalt news last Sunday. I used "new" instead of "knew" in one of the sentences. She kindly wondered if I was making a play on words. All I can say is, "Kno, April, that was just a typo."
BTW, April was the only person to report that typo so either some of you regular grammarian Cybersalts are beginning to loose your edge, or else you've become so familiar with the frequent droning of my errors you've given up.
Speaking of droning, today's video share is of a singing, ringing tree. It's a piece of musical art which rightfully deserves to be in the middle of nowhere. In all the years I pastored local churches, I don't think I have felt more sorry for sheep having to listen to something!
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Enjoy the rest of today's mailing!
~ Pastor Tim
Inferior Bags
It was very crowded at the supermarket, and the customer in front of me had a large order.
As the harried looking clerk lifted the final bag for her, its bottom gave way, sending the contents crashing to the floor.
"They just don't make these bags like they used to," the clerk blurted to the customer.
"That was supposed to happen in your driveway!"
One-Liner #1597
My wife told me I was immature this morning; so I told her to get out of my fort!
"Be a Billionaire!"
and Help
Refugees and
Persecuted Christians
Living by a Thread
When I was young, my family was really poor. Everything I wore - socks, blouses, even handkerchiefs - had been darned over and over by my mother.
I wasn't the smartest or the prettiest, but I sure was the best darned kid in the neighborhood!
Quote #2034
"How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these."
- George Washington Carver
Learn to Write in the Sand
Two friends were walking through the desert.
During the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: “Today my best friend slapped me in the face.”
They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: “Today my best friend saved my life.”
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”
The friend replied, “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone.
Featured Illustrations are items well suited for illustrating or inspiring a point in a sermon, speech, or devotional. Funny, moving, or perhaps even graphic, the point of them is the point you make with them.
Rev. James Snyder, God's Penman, writes . . . .
The Blossoming Flower Whisperer
When it comes to flowers, I am the epitome of naivety. I have no expertise whatsoever in the plant world. All I see are red, blue and yellow.
Don't get me wrong here; I enjoy flowers. However, when it comes to names, I am off the planet. I don't need to know the name of a flower to really enjoy that flower. Instead, I enjoy the fragrance and the optics of a row of flowers.
If I had to take care of flowers, they wouldn't last more than 24 hours. Just because you like something doesn't mean you know how to take care of something.
Read moreThe Cybersalt Digest is a ministry of Pastor Tim and Cybersalt.

Oh look, Chicken Thursday!
California smog test: Can UCLA?
"A man who was merely a man and said the kind of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg - or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God; or else a madman or something worse."
My neighbor was bitten by a stray rabid dog. I went to see how he was and found him writing frantically.
On the first day of Spring Training, a baseball scout brings a race horse with him to add to the starting line-up.
I am a child of God.
Don't let anyone tell you you're getting old. Squash their toes with your rocker.
Oh look, Chicken Thursday!
Ok, what is the deal with "The early bird gets the worm"? He gets up early, and all he gets is a worm? It says "the worm," which means one single worm. That seems not very fair, for a bird that goes through the trouble of getting up early.
Alcohol is a very effective dissolving agent.
Little Johnny was reading from a Hans Christian Anderson book.
Thief caught stealing corn from garden – charged with stalking!
"Fear does not stop death - it stops life.
I know that I shall never see