Ron Corzine

Just 5 more minutes…

Ron — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 19:07:06 +0000

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.
That’s my son over there, she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

He’s a fine looking boy the man said. That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. What do you say we go, Melissa?

Melissa pleaded, Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.

The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her hearts content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. Time to go now?

Again Melissa pleaded, Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes please

The man smiled and said, OK.

My, you certainly are a patient father, the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.

“She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get five more minutes to watch her play.”

Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?
Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today!

Love is in the Air…

Ron — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 16:39:03 +0000

CONGRATULATIONS Ben and Jackie. Your wedding is less than a week away. I know you are both so excited.

My how time flies. It seems like it was just a few years ago but actually it was about 30 years ago that our family moved to the Rio Grande Valley. It was there that we met the Keltner family. Our youngest daughter Marlie and Ben grew up together. We have been friends for 30 years now and I must say the Keltner family is one fine family. It seems Ben has found the love of his life and I am so happy for him and his soon to be bride. God Bless you guys in your journey through life together.

READ HOW THEY MET:

Jackie’s Story:
Ben and I had our 10th high school reunion on June 13, 2008. I went hoping to see old friends and catch up on our lives. At some point, I saw Ben and I couldn’t help but smile. When I first saw Ben, I must say I thought to myself, “WOW, he sure is handsome!” The next night, the reunion headed out to the Island. Ben and I went together and that is when I really noticed what a genuine and caring man he is. So I invited Ben up to San Antonio one weekend to go to Sea World and we fell in love over the Shamu show!!

Ben’s story:
At our ten year reunion, I arrived a little late and expected to see most of the same people that I talk to around town. But WOW! guess who came up to me looking amazing as soon as I walked in. I didn’t notice anyone else but Jackie! Somehow I convinced her to go with me to our reunion activities on the Island the next night so I poured on the charm and she couldn’t resist! haha, the rest is history!

Houston, Texas

Ron — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 23:26:53 +0000

This past weekend I was in Houston, Texas at Ashford Community Church with Pastor George and Christine Arzymonow. On Saturday I spoke to a group of leaders concerning, “Developing a Capacity for Opportunity”. The meeting was well attended and there was a good spirit among the leaders who have a unified desire to see a real breakthrough in their community. I always enjoy staying in the Arzymonow home, it is so relaxing. As I’ve stated many time before George is a real bona fide chef, so this is always a real treat for me. On Sunday I ministered on the subject, “Becoming a Disciple of Jesus”. Some really good things are happening within that fellowship. I am excited for them.

Just Stay…

Ron — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 23:52:38 +0000

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. “Your son is here,” she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.??Around dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.??”Who was that man?” he asked.

The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.

“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”??”Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”??”Well I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his Son just wasn’t here.

When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.”

I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman’s Name?

The Nurse with tears in her eyes answered, Mr. William Grey………….

The next time someone needs you … Just be there. Stay.

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