





(Pastor Bill praising God after his house burned)
(Pastor Bill praising God after he was punched during a service)
In addition to his wife, Sharon Daugherty, he is survived his mother, Iru Daugherty. Among other survivors are his four children, all of them involved in the ministry. They are daughters Ruthie Sanders and Sarah Wehrli, and sons Paul and John.
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i signed in to tulsaworld.com so i could leave this post:
i attended victory from 1990 to 1995 and went to bible school every year. i moved to indiana to practice what i had learned. five years later i was returning to the tulsa area after losing my house, coffee-shop, having turned to drugs and alcohol and cigarettes and having gone through a bitter divorce. i attended a wednesday night service and caught pastor bill on the way out of the door. "well hey paul" was his response with a big grin. "how are you?" well i believe i burst into tears right then and there. he had been my friend and my pastor then in bible school and he was still both at that time to me. he pulled me aside in the middle of a busy after-service cleanup, and we spent 15 minutes there... huddled together as i poured my heart out to him with people rubbernecking on their way out. he hugged me and we prayed and God himself was on the scene in a mighty and deliberate way. God used this man in my life more than once and in many different ways... but the point about billy joe that set him apart from many of the other pastors in this tulsa-town is his ability to look past your clothes and see you. i was a person to him and in that way, Christs light shone through. i love him and will miss him dearly.
Fox News again accused of airing misleading video
(pauly hart accused of using unrelated photo)

From bash.org
Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word “wand” with “wang” in the first Harry Potter Book
Let’s see the results…
“Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?” asked Harry.
“Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an’ everything
A magic wang… this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
“Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.” It wasn’t a question. “You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work.”
“Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. “
Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls
“Oh, move over,” Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry’s wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, ‘Alohomora!”
The troll couldn’t feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry’s wang had still been in his hand when he’d jumped – it had gone straight up one of the troll’s nostrils.
He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll’s nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.
Ok
I have found, definitive proof
that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
“Yes,” Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding…. Any second now, he might hear his mother again… but he shouldn’t think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn’t want to… or did he?
Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang
Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
‘Get – off – me!’ Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

THE 9 BABY
Henry Michael Berendes arrived into the world in grand style and, although his only real achievement in life is simply being born, he is already a notable person just for that.
Born to Chuck and Polly Berendes of La Crosse, Wisconsin, little Henry was delivered at 9:09 a.m. by Cesarean section at Franciscan Skemp Medical Center on September 9, 2009 making his exact birth date 9.9.09 at 9:09.
Following his arrival, Michael was placed on a scale where the funny coincidence of his birth became more of a minor miracle. Henry Michael Berendes, born on 9.9.09 at 9:09 pm weighed in at 9 pounds, 9 ounces.
Welcome to this beautiful curious world, Michael.
The deepest swimming pool in the world is located in Brussels, Belgium inside a recreational diving center and anyone can use it provided they are accompanied by a professional diver.
With a depth of 33 meters (108 ft) the pool contains several submerged structures offering a variety of diving opportunities.









