tmpstr = " / / ";
ttl = tmpstr.split("/"); // title text array
msgtxt = tmpstr.split("/"); // message,verse text array
msgwdt = tmpstr.split("/"); // message,verse width array
msgtext = tmpstr.split("/"); // message,entire text
// ===============================================
function ttlselect(catsel)
{
ttl=new Array("","","");
msgtxt=new Array("","","");
if (catsel != 2)
{
ttl[1] = "I praise the Lord for a friend like you.";
ttl[2] = "Thinking of You.";
ttl[3] = "Get Well Soon.";
ttl[4] = "Happy Birthday!!!!";
ttl[5] = "Praying for You.";
ttl[6] = "Congratulations!!!!";
ttl[7] = "You Can Do It!!!!";
ttl[8] = "Thank You.";
ttl[9] = "Happy 4th of July!";
ttl[10] = "Happy Mother's Day!";
ttl[11] = "I Love You.";
ttl[12] = "The Lord bless you.";
ttl[13] = "Jesus loves you.";
ttl[14] = "Jesus loves you . . . and so do I.";
ttl[15] = "Missing You.";
ttl[16] = "Have a blessed day!!";
ttl[17] = "Happy Memorial Day!";
ttl[18] = "Happy Anniversary!";
ttl[19] = "Congratulations Graduate!!!!";
ttl[20] = "To an extraordinary friend on an ordinary day.";
ttl[21] = "Happy Father's Day!";
ttl[22] = "September 11, 2001 - We Remember";
ttl[23] = "Happy Thanksgiving!";
ttl[24] = "Happy Valentine's Day!";
ttl[25] = "Happy Resurrection Day!";
ttl[26] = "Merry Christmas!";
ttl[27] = "One Nation Under God";
ttl[28] = "Thank you for being a hero";
ttl[29] = "The Lord is with you";
ttl[30] = "Congratulations on your baptism!";
msgtxt[0] = "none";
msgwdt[0] = 0;
msgtext[0] = "";
msgtxt[1] = "I am the Lord who heals you. Ex.15:26";
msgwdt[1] = 200;
msgtext[1] = "I am the Lord
who heals you.
Ex.15:26";
msgtxt[2] = "I thank my God every time I remember you. Phil. 1:3";
msgwdt[2] = 200;
msgtext[2] = "I thank my God
every time
I remember you.
Phil. 1:3";
msgtxt[3] = "God bless America!";
msgwdt[3] = 200;
msgtext[3] = "God bless
America!";
msgtxt[4] = "I can do all things through Christ ... Phil. 4:13";
msgwdt[4] = 200;
msgtext[4] = "I can do
all things
through Christ
who strengthens
me.
Phil 4:13";
msgtxt[5] = "May His unfailing love be your comfort. Ps. 119:76";
msgwdt[5] = 200;
msgtext[5] = "May His
unfailing love
be your comfort.
Ps. 119:76";
msgtxt[6] = "God gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ";
msgwdt[6] = 200;
msgtext[6] = "Thanks be to God!
He gives us the victory
through our Lord
Jesus Christ.
I Cor. 15:57";
msgtxt[7] = "Be strong and courageous...God is with you... Deut. 31:6";
msgwdt[7] = 250;
msgtext[7] = "Be strong
and courageous...
the Lord your God
goes with you;
He will never leave you
nor forsake you.
Deut. 31:6";
msgtxt[8] = "Thank you for being there.";
msgwdt[8] = 200;
msgtext[8] = "Thank you
for being
there.";
msgtxt[9] = "I love you.";
msgwdt[9] = 200;
msgtext[9] = "I love you.";
msgtxt[10] = "I am proud of you.";
msgwdt[10] = 200;
msgtext[10] = "I am proud of you.";
msgtxt[11] = "The prints that you leave... (poem)";
msgwdt[11] = 470;
msgtext[11] = "As you walk down the pathway, if you look close behind,
You'll see footprints you're leaving in the sands of time.
Some of the prints go down deep in the sand;
Much deeper, perhaps, than you had planned.
Other prints may seem shallow, disappearing from view,
As if the soil had never known you.
And so it is with our lives every day,
We leave prints upon others as we pass their way.
We imprint their lives for good, or for bad.
We can leave them feeling gloomy, or joyous, or glad.
Do the marks that we leave press down deep in their lives?
Or do we speed by like a wisp past their eyes?
We should seek to impact every life that we touch
With a positive imprint that blesses them much.
Leaving them better than when we first came,
So they will never again be the same.
As they feel the imprint that our life makes on theirs,
They will know there is someone who really does care.
For the prints that we leave were first left on us,
When our Lord shed His blood and died on the cross.
So, let your love show them that He loves them too;
And the prints that you leave will be Christ working through you.
Join together in making this one sacrifice...
Imprinting the world with the Gospel of Christ.
Copyright © 2001 Rick Ellinger";
msgtxt[12] = "Those who hope in the Lord...Is. 40:31";
msgwdt[12] = 240;
msgtext[12] = "Those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar
on wings like eagles;
they will run
and not grow weary,
they will walk
and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:31";
msgtxt[13] = "For God so loved the world... Jn. 3:16";
msgwdt[13] = 240;
msgtext[13] = "For God so loved the world
that He gave His
one and only Son,
that whoever would
believe in Him
would not perish,
but have eternal life.
John 3:16";
msgtxt[14] = "May the Lord bless you with a wonderful day!";
msgwdt[14] = 200;
msgtext[14] = "May the Lord bless you
with a wonderful day!";
msgtxt[15] = "Have a blessed day in the Lord.";
msgwdt[15] = 200;
msgtext[15] = "Have a blessed day
in the Lord.";
msgtxt[16] = "The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed... Ps. 9:9-10";
msgwdt[16] = 250;
msgtext[16] = "The Lord is a refuge
for the oppressed,
a stronghold
in times of trouble.
Those who know Your name
will trust in You,
for You, Lord,
have never forsaken
those who seek You.
Psalm 9:9-10";
msgtxt[17] = "You must be born again (poem)";
msgwdt[17] = 300;
msgtext[17] = "Born again you must become,
Or you will never be
Raptured to the Holy Kingdom...
Paradise to see.
Never doubt what Jesus taught,
About new life in Him.
Gladly we accept the thought...
He takes us far from sin.
Accept the Lord into your life.
It really is quite plain;
No one gets to Paradise,
unless he's born again.
Copyright © Rick Ellinger
(see John 3:3-7 and Ps. 103:12)";
msgtxt[18] = "The Lord is right there by our side (poem)";
msgwdt[18] = 300;
msgtext[18] = "In the midst of tribulation;
In the middle of pain and grief;
The Lord displays His awesome power;
And our troubles seem often brief.
Though, at times, they last for days,
Or perhaps for months or years;
The Lord is right there by our side,
To calm our every fear.
Copyright © Rick Ellinger
(see II Cor. 4:8-10)";
msgtxt[19] = "Petition to the Lord in prayer (poem)";
msgwdt[19] = 300;
msgtext[19] = "Petition to the Lord in prayer,
Requesting what you need.
Always with a thankful heart;
Your calling He will heed.
Copyright © Rick Ellinger";
msgtxt[20] = "We seem to think we're all alone (poem)";
msgwdt[20] = 320;
msgtext[20] = "So many times as we venture through life,
Amidst the tests and trials,
Worry strikes, then wrath, then strife;
Yet, Jesus is there all the while.
We seem to think we're all alone,
In a world so full of pain.
With fright and anger do we moan,
But our worry is in vain.
'Do not worry,' Jesus says.
'But how?' we ask in doubt;
'The world seems upside down in ways,
And sometimes inside-out.'
Satan strikes us with such force.
We hide in prideful masks.
How can we pass this worldly course?
Jesus replies, 'Just ask.'
(see Matt. 6:34 and 7:7)
Copyright © Rick Ellinger";
msgtxt[21] = "Friends are friends forever (poem)";
msgwdt[21] = 320;
msgtext[21] = "Friends are friends forever,
Regardless of the world,
If our love for one another,
centers in the Lord.
Endless is the joy we find;
Nothing can compare.
Devoting heart and soul and mind,
to the faith we share.
Copyright © Rick Ellinger";
msgtxt[22] = "There is no time when I'm alone (poem)";
msgwdt[22] = 320;
msgtext[22] = "Where I am, at school or home,
the Lord is by my side.
Whether it is night or day,
from Him I cannot hide.
When I take a test in class,
Jesus helps me through.
When at work, and feeling tired,
He helps in all I do.
There is no time when I'm alone,
for He is always there.
He is my Lord, my God, my King;
for me, He always cares.
(see Psalm 139)
Copyright © Rick Ellinger";
msgtxt[23] = "Verses to encourage (thoughts and verses)";
msgwdt[23] = 370;
msgtext[23] = "You say: It's impossible.
God says: All things are possible.
(Luke 18:27)
You say: I'm too tired.
God says: I will give you rest.
(Matthew 11:28-30)
You say: I can't go on.
God says: My grace is sufficient.
(II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)
You say: I can't figure things out.
God says: I will direct your steps.
(Proverbs 3:5-6)
You say: I can't do it.
God says: You can do all things.
(Philippians 4:13)
You say: I'm not able.
God says: I am able.
(II Corinthians 9:8)
You say: It's not worth it.
God says: It will be worth it.
(Roman 8:28)
You say: I can't forgive myself.
God says: I forgive you.
(I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)
You say: I can't manage.
God says: I will supply all your needs.
(Philippians 4:19)
You say: I'm afraid.
God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear.
(II Timothy 11:7)
You say: I'm always worried and frustrated.
God says: Cast all your cares on ME.
(I Peter 5:7)
You say: I don't have enough faith.
God says: I've given everyone a measure of faith.
(Romans 12:3)
You say: I'm not smart enough.
God says: I give you wisdom.
(I Corinthians 1:30)
You say: I feel all alone.
God says: I will never leave you or forsake you.
(Hebrews 13:5)
You say: Nobody really loves me.
God says: I love you.
(John 3:16 & John 13:34)
";
msgtxt[24] = "The Lord bless you and keep you (Num. 6:24-26)";
msgwdt[24] = 350;
msgtext[24] = "The LORD bless you and keep you;
the LORD make his face shine upon you
and be gracious to you;
the LORD turn his face toward you
and give you peace.
Numbers 6:24-26";
msgtxt[25] = "U.S. Pledge of Allegiance";
msgwdt[25] = 325;
msgtext[25] = "I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic
for which it stands:
one nation under God,
indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.";
msgtxt[26] = "Jesus is our lighthouse";
msgwdt[26] = 325;
msgtext[26] = "Jesus is our lighthouse.
He gives us light and direction ...
even in the midst of the storm.";
}
else
{
ttl[1] = "Merry Christmas!";
// -----------------------------------------------
ttl[2] = "For God so loved the world, He gave His Son.";
// -----------------------------------------------
ttl[3] = "I thank the Lord for the gift He gave me in you.";
// -----------------------------------------------
ttl[4] = "Jesus is the Reason for the Season!";
// -----------------------------------------------
msgtxt[0] = "none";
msgwdt[0] = 0;
msgtext[0] = "";
msgtxt[1] = "Unto us a child is born...Is. 9:6";
msgwdt[1] = 200;
msgtext[1] = "Unto us
a child is born;
unto us a Son
is given ...
Is. 9:6";
msgtxt[2] = "He will be called Wonderful Counselor...Is. 9:6";
msgwdt[2] = 200;
msgtext[2] = "He will be called
Wonderful Counselor,
Mighty God,
Everlasting Father,
Prince of Peace...
Is. 9:6";
msgtxt[3] = "For God so loved the world, He gave His only Son.";
msgwdt[3] = 200;
msgtext[3] = "For God so loved the world
that He gave His
one and only Son,
that whoever would
believe in Him
would not perish,
but have eternal life.
John 3:16";
msgtxt[4] = "Christmas Poem";
msgwdt[4] = 258;
msgtext[4] = "Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the earth,
Not a creature remembered
The Christ or His birth.
They were all so enamored
With tales from their youth,
Of a man dressed in red,
With shiny black boots.
This man, it was told,
Could know all your thoughts;
And he knew whether you
Had been naughty or not.
If you had been good,
Then you would soon find
Presents and goodies
Of all shapes and kinds.
So children all over the world,
All year long,
Tried to be good,
And to do no wrong.
The mystery remained
In all of their minds,
How he got 'round the world
In such a short time.
The story was told
That he had special powers,
And could get it all done
In just a few hours.
He could even enter homes
Where doors were all locked.
It seemed that his power
Was not to be stopped.
Peoples of every
Nation and clan
Worshiped and praised
This gentle god-man.
They sang to him songs,
And wrote poems and books,
Revering his name
And describing his looks.
Some people doubted,
But many were sure,
That he was for real;
Their hearts he had lured.
And so in the manger,
A small baby lay,
Ignored by the public,
Even to this day.
He brought the true gift
For all of mankind...
A peace and a joy
That few ever find.
Copyright © 1999 Rick Ellinger";
msgtxt[5] = "Love is the Spirit of Christmas (poem)";
msgwdt[5] = 250;
msgtext[5] = "Love is the spirit of Christmas;
It comes from the Father above.
When we all love as the Father loves us,
Then we will always know love.
Joy is the spirit of Christmas;
A gift that our Father employs.
Look to the Lord and in Him we will be
Constantly filled with His joy.
Peace is the spirit of Christmas;
On the list, it is not the least.
If everyone shared in the previous two,
Then our world would never lack peace.
Copyright © Rick Ellinger
(Gal. 5:22,23)";
msgtxt[6] = "Why Christmas? (a story)";
msgwdt[6] = 420;
msgtext[6] = "Why Christmas?
There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments.
One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community in which they lived. She asked him to come, but he refused.
'That story is nonsense!' he said. 'Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man? That's ridiculous!'
So she and the children left, and he stayed home.
A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump. Something had hit the window. Then another thump. He looked out, but couldn't see more than a few feet.
When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field
near his house he saw a flock of wild geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn't go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed.
The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It's warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm. So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited,
hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn't seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them. The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them and they moved further away.
He went into the house and came back out with some bread, broke it up, and made a breadcrumbs trail leading to the barn. They still didn't catch on. Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they
would be warm and safe.
'Why don't they follow me?!' he exclaimed. 'Can't they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?'
He thought for a moment and realized that they just
wouldn't follow a human.
'If only I were a goose,
then I could save them,' he said out loud.
Then he had an idea. He went into the barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese. He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn--and one by one the other geese followed it to safety.
He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: 'If only I were a goose, then I could save them!' Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier. 'Why would God want to be like us? That's ridiculous!'
Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done. We were like the geese--blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and save us. That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized.
As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought. Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Christ had come. Years of doubt and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow,
and prayed his first prayer:
'Thank You, God, for coming in human form
to get me out of the storm!'
Author unknown";
}
}