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Friends am posting this story which I recd some time back. Hope you like it!!

Miss Evans couldn't take being a Sunday school teacher
any longer. Not for another Sunday! This handful of
disrespectful teenagers snapped their gum during prayer
time and read magazines during Bible study. But most awful
of all, at prayer request they asked the Lord to increase
their weekly allowances!

"I have had it with you. I quit!" she screamed at
the students.
"Cool," Nick said nodding in approval. He was the
rudest kid she'd ever met.
It took two months to find a new replacement for that
Sunday school class. The pastor escorted Miss Betty Ray in
to meet the pseudo-angelic-looking group. New in town, she
hadn't heard of their reputation for chasing off teachers.
By the look of her pink dress, one size too small, and her
bad blonde bleach job, the students obviously felt they had
an easy mark. Soon bets were taken as to how long Miss
Betty would last.

Betty introduced herself, stating that she recently
came from the South. She certainly looked like a southern
belle who wore outdated clothes and whose beauty had peaked
a decade earlier, only she didn't know it yet. Snickers
rippled in the room as she rummaged through the huge
shoulder bag she carried for a purse.

"Have any of you ever been out of state?" she asked in
a friendly tone. A few hands went up.
"Anyone travel beyond five hundred miles?" One hand
went up as the snickering diminished.
"Anyone visited outside the country?"
No hands went up now. The silent teens were puzzled.

What did this have to do with anything? Was she using
psychology on them, or was she just plain clueless?"
Finally, Betty's bony hand struck on what she had been
searching for in her handbag. Pulling up a long tube, she
unrolled a map of the world.

"What else do you have in there? Lunch?" someone
cracked.

Betty smiled lightly and answered, "Cookies for
later."

"Cool," Nick quipped.

Then she pointed with a long fingernail to an odd-
shaped continent.
"I was born here," she tapped with her finger. "And I
lived here until I was about your age."

Everyone craned their neck to see where it was.
"Is that Texas?" someone sitting in the back asked.
"Not even close. It is India." Here eyes twinkled
with joy.

"How did you get way over there to be born?"
Betty laughed. "My parents were missionaries there,
and that is where my mother was when I came into the
world."

"Cool!" Nick leaned back in his chair duly impressed.
Betty fumbled again in her purse, this time pulling
out a handful of old wrinkled pictures along with a tin of
chocolate chip cookies. They passed the pictures around,
viewing each with great interest. Dark faces stared up
from the photos, frozen in time. The kids studied them as
they bit into the sweets.

"You don't have to be a missionary - everyone can do
something in this world to help another," Miss Betty said.
The hour quickly slid by as she told them her stories
about faraway places and what the people were like there
and how they lived.

"Wow, this is as exciting as TV!" one young girl told
her.

Sunday after Sunday, Betty came to class, tying her
essons to their everyday lives. She told the teens how
they could make a difference right now. The students grew
to love her, bleached blonde hair and all. The more they
liked her, the lovelier she became.

Betty taught that Sunday school class for twenty
years. Though she never married, or had children of her
own, the town came to think of her as a surrogate parent
since she taught two generations of children.

At last, her hair grew into a natural gray.
Increasing wrinkles about her mouth and eyes added
character to her cherub face. Her hands began to shake
with age. Every now and then, she received a letter from a
former student. There was a doctor, a research scientist,
a homemaker, a businessman, and many teachers among them.

One day she reached into her mailbox and pulled out a
blue envelope with a familiar foreign stamp in the upper
right-hand corner. In the left corner was the name of a
boy in that very first Sunday school class, years ago. She
recalled how he'd always liked her cookies and seemed so
interested in her lessons. A picture slid out of the
envelope and onto her lap. Squinting her eyes, she smiled
at the man in the photo, still seeing the teenage boy in
him. Standing in the rubble, in a quake hit city in India,
he stood with other volunteers who had come to help the
earthquake victims.

The caption read, "Because of you, I am here now."

Never underestimate god

The pastor had a kitten that had climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc., but the kitty just would not come down.

The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten.

So that's what he did, all the while checking his progress in the car.He then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten. But as he moved the car a little further forward, the rope broke.

The tree went "boing!" and the kitten went sailing through the air and out of sight! The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen a little kitten. No, nobody had seen a stray kitten. So he prayed, "Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping," and went on about his business.

A few days later he was at the grocery store and met one of his church members. He happened to look into her shopping cart and was amazed to see cat food. This woman was a cat hater and everyone knew it, so he asked her, "Why are you buying cat food when you hate cats so much?"

She replied, "You won't believe this, Pastor." And then told him how her little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept refusing. Then, a few days before, the child had begged again, so Mom finally told her little girl, "Well, if God gives you a cat, I'll let you keep it."

She told the pastor, "I watched my child go out in the yard, get on her knees, and ask God for a cat. And really, Pastor, you won't believe this, but I saw it with my own eyes. A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws outspread, and landed right in front of her."

Never underestimate the Power of God and His unique sense of humor !!!!!!!