TO COPY AND PASTE - IF YOU BLOG

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DALE'S TESTIMONY

How to copy an article etc.., and paste it on a website etc... Subject: tricks 1. Right click and choose "Select All" or 1a. keyboard Ctrl A2. Right click again and choose "Copy" or 2b. keyboard Ctrl C3. Go to "Create Post" left click so the arrow creates pulsing "bar" and right click and choose "Paste" or 3c. keyboard "Central V"Of course you may be able to use Central A:Select All and Central C:Copy but I have found it faster to do the Steps 1-3 good luck and happy blogging all. for fun my sister-in-laws website whom has cancer serious site on yahoo and on eblog I put these up to witness to people on the net and hopefully allow them to turn to Christ for salvation and hope. How to retrieve pictures and label them in "My Pictures" or "My Documents" To retrieve pictures in email click on email with mouse pointer, on the left or right side of the email message look for a paper clip this is called an "attachment" put pointer on paper clip and click it should open to a box (called window) and ask if you want to "open" click the "open" tab and it should open. In the message there should be a word at the top of the "box" which states "file" click file and there should be an item that is found in the downward scroll that states"save as" click save as and it will take you to your "documents" and you must choose a place to click and it will open a file so you can save your picture. In "my documents you can create a folder and call it any thing you choose by first clicking "make new folder" in the left column of "my documents" or from the "file" category listed above and to the left of my documents. After creating the folder go to the left column and choose the item called "Rename This Folder" if it does not work first click on the file you created and then "Rename This Folder" you may call the "pictures saved" my pics, or any name you choose.If you choose to keep the picture private you can then click the folder once that you have created, click "File" at top left and choose "Send To" and choose "Compressed Zipped Folder" then place your mouse arrow on the file you created and click once and hold the mouse button down with out releasing and move your mouse by your hand and the file will move to your choosing this is called "drag" and place the file on top of the "Compressed Zipped Folder" and release your button this is called "drop" and the folder you created is now inside the compressed zipped folder. Click the compressed zipped folder once and move your mouse (arrow) back up to file and click file in the file category it will state "Add A Password" if you add a password make sure you remember it. Be careful with this operation or you'll lose the picture. if you want to enlarge your picture place mouse on picture and double-click hope this helps. I hope this helps you get started blogging especially to reach people for Christ and with all my blogs you are very welcome to copy and paste any on your net or blogs, and if you need any help just email me the question and I will do my best to answer in common language and not computer geek talk (thank goodness I do not know any). Also I appreciate your visit to Rotina's site and I hope to have it working soon, as soon as I do I will let you know. Below is a copy of Dale Ackerman's testimony he gave at his baptism it is a good read and worded well. DALE'S TESTIMONY Subject: Dale's Testimony Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2007 Let me start out by saying:Romans 3:10-12 As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God. They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there is none that doeth good, no, not one. This could have been written for me. I led a life of my own choosing. I led a life without God. I tried living a good life, but I found just living a good life was not enough. In the little booklet, A Second Opinion... from the Great Physician, that Andy keeps in his office,it was written: "...how many, if they knew the worst details of your life, would still love you so profoundly that they would offer up their own life in order to heal you?" I would never expect anyone to die for me, but there is one that has done exactly that, Jesus Christ. Romans 5:6-8 For while we were helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will hardly die for a righteous man: though perhaps for the good man some one would dare even to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. For me, this has been a long time in coming. I was raised a Baptist. I went to Baptist churches. Mostly it was because my mother made my sister and myself go to church. We started going at a young age, walking the few blocks to the church we went to. My mother did not go with us, she just sent us. Said we needed religion. She had told the preacher that we needed to be Baptized. Whether that was through a phone call or an actual visit on her part I cannot tell you. But at an age of five or six years old I was Baptized. Did I know what was going on? Probably not. I only knew this was some sort of ceremony that I was told that I must do to get into Heaven. I was scared to not go through with being Baptized. I do remember we were not immersed in water, just a sprinkling of water. It seemed to me to be incomplete somehow, but at five years old, what did I know? Over the years I have thought of that occasion many times. It seems like it was just something to "go through" to get us out of there. But we could say we were Baptized. I did not grow up in the healthiest of traditional family values. I had a mother who thought I was a beating post of some kind. No, it was not a good > home environment. I was given sips of alcohol by my mother whenever she thought she needed someone to drink with. I started down a long, long path of alcoholism. At fourteen I left by mutual agreement. I left with the clothes on my back. I went from Colorado to Kentucky hoping to find my father. I knew he had lived in Lexington. I got lucky. He was listed in the phone book. I made my way to his house. It took a lot of nerve for me to walk up to his door and knock. He opened the door and just stared at me for several seconds. Finally, he said "Son?" We had not seen each other in years and years and he recognized me. I told him my story out there on his porch. He was so stunned he never thought to bring me in. I never thought to ask to go in. He welcomed me into his house and said I could stay with him as long as I wanted. I felt like I finally had a home. He was also a drunk, but one of the nice ones. I drank with him. We never did have any problems. I had worked for two different people for the next two years. Pumping gas in the winter and working hay and tobacco fields in the summer. I saved enough to buy myself a car. I was tired of looking for rides and walking to work. In 1973, I was recruited into the Marine Corps. I found my second home with the Marines. This was more than a family. This was a Brotherhood like I never knew existed. But, Marines being Marines, we drank. A lot. I am guessing I was already an alcoholic before I went into the Marines, but being young I could tear off the hangovers and function to my utmost. About four years into my first tour I decided to quit drinking. I cannot give you a reason as to why, I just quit. Easiest thing I had done. I got out of the Marine Corps in 1979. I bummed around for a while. I drove all over the country working farms, truck stops, whatever would give me a few bucks to get down the road a bit farther. I went back home to Kentucky to visit with my father only to find out that he and my step-mother had divorced. Time to move on again. I got on 75 South with all intentions of heading to Florida to get on a shrimp boat and see what that was all about. I had stopped at a truck stop here in Knoxville and heard the manager talking to someone about how hard it was to find fuel attendants. I went over and introduced myself and told him I had heard his conversation and that I had done that kind of work before. He sent me out to a truck that just pulled up and told me to go at it. He hired me on the spot. Either I was good or he was that desperate. I think he was desperate. I didn't know it then, but I met my wife there. We dated for several years and finally got married in 1985. No, don't ask me the date because I cannot tell you. Some reason I cannot keep dates in my head. She realized this right off and when something important was coming up she'd drop a hint about a week in advance. I finally found my final home. I married a good woman and we raised our daughter. I had a decent job at the Post Office and life looked good. The darkness came about 1995. I started drinking again. Hard. I was never a mean drunk, but I'd drink until I passed out. How I managed to hold on to my job, family and my life, I'll never be able to tell you. My wife stuck by my side through it all. No, it couldn't have been a lot of fun for her, but all I knew was that I needed another bottle of Jack. I spent several months in and out of Peninsula hospital. I went to a psychiatrist and a psychologist. The psychiatrist kept me doped up. The psychologist kept spouting nonsense. Each time I got out of Peninsula I went and got drunk again. I went to many, many AA meetings. Nothing worked. Why my wife hung on, I'll never know. I stayed drunk for five years. One day, not drinking yet, I tried to figure out what I was doing. Nothing was coming to my brain. I held off drinking until I could get some kind of thought processes going. Hey! I needed to stop this and stop this now! That's what it came down to. I needed to make that decision. Was it easy? That would be, no. Is it easy now? Again, no. I can drive by a liquor store right to this day and smell Jack Daniels. February 11, 2000 I quit drinking. I didn't announce to the world, much less my wife that I was quitting because I had said that many, many times before. Neither of us said anything about it for several days. She knew, but she kept it inside. She had hope but she didn't want to blow it. No telling what might make me start up again. AA did have one thing right. One day at a time. I am guessing that it was probably about a month before we talked about it. I remember her crying. I don't remember a whole lot for several months after quitting because I was consumed with "Just one won't hurt." Finally, one day I remember waking up and not immediately thinking about drinking. It was an hour before I thought about it. I was thinking I had this beat. I did. For seven years. Last year, I discovered I had cancer. This was the killing kind. Once the word got out at work there were a number of people who offered their condolences and offers of help or whatever they could think of to say to offer words of comfort. There were also a few that remarked that if they were in my shoes they would enjoy life and just start drinking again, seeing I was so good at it. That worked on me. That gnawed at me. I thought about it a lot. What could it hurt? I was in pain, I was depressed, I walked around with the "Woe is me" attitude. Guess who went out and bought one of those half gallon bottles of Jack Daniels? I drank it in one night. Luckily, my wife and I work different shifts. She sleeps when I work and visa versa. I was able to get to bed without her noticing (or at least I think I did, women have a way of knowing when we men do something we ain't supposed to be doing) . So, after seven years of sobriety, I broke it. I owe Gail, my wife an apology. Something else happened. That something else was called Dr. Andrew Smith. He was always a good doctor to me. He was always concerned about my general health. He is in fact, one of the best doctors I have ever known. He is also one of the best people I have ever known. He not only became concerned about my health as far as the cancer was concerned he became concerned about my Spiritual health. He helped with my pain management. He helped me with God. Andy wanted to know where I stood with God. I told him. God and I had a falling out in 1982. A two year old boy was beat to death by his father because the boy would not stop crying. I couldn't believe that there would be a God that would allow that to happen to a child. So I stopped believing. Yes, bad things happen to children all of the time. But this one affected me so bad I couldn't sleep. Scotty Trexler was that child. There are times I cannot remember what I had to eat the night before, but this little boy's name is forever burned into my mind. No, there was no God. And so I went for better than two decades denying the existence of God. Andy and I talked. And we talked. And we talked some more. Factually, we still talk. I told him I would reconsider my position on God. So I set out looking for God. I was looking for a burning weed in the back yard. I was looking for the parting of the bathtub waters. I wanted my sign that God was there. I couldn't find any sign of Him. I had and still have people coming up to me wanting to know if I was "right" with God. Sometimes it seemed like they were lined up waiting to ask me just that. That's when it hit me. There was my "miracle" I was looking for. God was sending people my way. God was relentless in sending people to me asking if I was right with Him. That little revelation came to me after a hard night at work. I was having trouble sleeping because I was thinking of the cancer when all of the sudden that "Miracle" popped into my head. God was there speaking to me through all these people. I tried to remember all my "teachings" I had ever heard about God. Nothing really came to me so I did what I thought was best. I asked God to forgive me my sins and accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. As soon as I had done this I was more at peace than I had ever been. Isaiah 50:7 For the Lord GOD will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded: therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed. I told Andy this, and I don't know how he was feeling, but I was feeling elated. I felt good for the first time in many months. I slept peacefully that day. Our next conversation had to do with me finding a church. Andy specifically said I needed to look for a teaching church. I looked high and low. I didn't really know what to look for. One requirement I knew I had was something that had an early service. I couldn't find one. I have worked nights for so long that by the time 10:30-11:00 rolls around I am sleeping two hours by then. If I could not find a church with the time constraints I was looking for I decided to ask Andy if I could come to his church some Sunday. His immediate answer was yes. The rest is, as they say, history. One day when we were meeting, Andy asked me what I thought about being Baptized. Maybe God was working here again, but I had this desire to belong to this church and I thought that by being Baptized this would get me another step closer to having this church as another home for me. I wanted to be able to say I go to "Our" church, not, "I go to Andy's church." In closing, I���d like to offer this last bit of scripture: 2Corinthians, 13:11 Finally, brethren, farewell. Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you. Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers that you have taken the time to give me and my wife.