WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?
Sunday, October 22, 2006
TEXT: Psalm 103:15-16, As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.  For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
In the 1960's there was a song entitled "Where Have All the Flowers Gone." It was a song made popular by the antiwar crowd. This message has nothing to do with the Vietnam War or the protestors and the rebellious anti-establishment bunch; so, let's shift gears to a whole new thought. In fact, it might be good for me to interject a little humor at this point:
HUMOR: The Talking Dog
Driving through a town in Mississippi, a guy sees a sign in front of a house: Talking Dog for Sale.
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.
"Do you talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the mutt replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered my gift of talking when I was very young. The CIA got wind of it and wanted to use me in undercover work.
It was pretty cool for awhile. In no time at all they had me flying around from country to country. I sat in rooms with spies and world leaders--no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running.
The flying really tired me out though, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in on conversations. I uncovered some incredible dealings during my time there. They awarded me with metals and all that kid of stuff.
Then I had a wife, some puppies, but now I'm just retired."
The guy was amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner, "What do you want for that dog."
The owner says, "Ten ...
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