Amazing Facts: Santa & Jesus

Amazing Facts: Santa Jesus

YES, THERE IS A JESUS which should not be in the amazing facts category but the belief in Santa Clause should be It is truly heartwarming to know that millions of people around the world believe in Santa. Sure, most are under four feet tall, but still it's amazing that so many believe in the big guy in the red suit. Consider the following amazing facts:

Around the globe, today, live approximately two billion children (persons under 18). Santa doesn't visit all of them, of course. Subtracting the number of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist children reduces Santa's Christmas Eve workload to 15 percent of the total, or 378 million children (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, and presuming that there is at least one good child in each home, Santa must visit about 108 million homes.

Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second which would definitely be an amazing fact if it were true. That means that at each household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, and get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh, and get on to the next house. For the purposes of our calculations, we will assume that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false). We're talking about a trip of 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. Too bad these are not amazing facts but fairy tales. To cover that ground in 31 hours, Santa's sleigh moves at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of sound. By comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour. Scientific facts that make Santa's overnight toy delivery trip truly amazing.

The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh must carry over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. In air, even granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull 10 times the normal amount, the job can't be done with a mere eight or nine of them--Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

Six hundred thousand tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance--this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip which is a truly amazing mathematical fact.

Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 miles per second in .001 seconds, would be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500 g's. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

Considering all this, it's amazing that some children (and even a few adults) have no problem believing in Santa. By comparison, the story of the little baby in the manger is relatively easy to believe. The life of Jesus Christ is a fact, recorded not only by biblical writers but by secular historians as well. Some historians declare that there is more evidence for the birth, death, and resurrection of Christ than there is evidence that Julius Caesar ever lived at all.

Even in the face of the written testimony of eyewitnesses, many people refuse to believe in Jesus. They consider him nothing more than a myth. But for those willing to believe with childlike faith, Jesus promises an inheritance of the kingdom of God (Mark 10:14).

The above was taken from an email that has been circulating on the web. It is a powerful truth.

Immanuel - God With Us

Wow this has been an amazing year! Truly cannot believe we are close to the end of 2011.

Christmas is near there is celebration in the air. Celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus.
Pastor Joel Wells preached last Sunday on Immanuel - God With Us. It was an amazing topic. When I think about how many times this year that actually happened to my family and me. The things don't have to be big things but small things that do count. Like a lost set of keys being found after praying that they are found in Jesus name. What some might call a "close call" in the car; what I mean is you are driving and you find yourself in a situation that could end up in a accident, but you call the name of Jesus and the "close call" happens, is it because of your amazing driving skills or is it because of Immanuel - God with us.

So try to think of the many times you have had God with you in your life this year. Something you prayed about, or something you wanted but couldn't get it.

Jesus is so amazing. Keep Him the centre of your life!

Jesus Be Our Guide!

In this world there are things

Things take us to places we do not understand

Things we cannot control

We look to the One for answers

Answers may come and they may not

We contemplate and ponder

How could this day happen

We say all the "what ifs"

But in truth we can never know

We need to Rejoice for the before times

We need to Rejoice for the Now times

We need to give thanks to HIM

for we do not know

We do not understand nor know

Only have to trust in His Grand Design

Keep looking up

To the One who is in control

Jesus Be Our Guide!

Heaven’s gate

The birds sing praises the rocks will cry out

Heaven rejoices with every shout,

When a soul comes to know Him

For eternity

All the angels sing praises to the King 

Welcome to Heaven’s Gate

Your mansion is laying in wait

Your mission is complete now, Faithful son

Welcome home

Welcome home

Your heart seems empty
Well fill it with joy

Sing praises to Him, shout and rejoice

Your God He loves you

He sent his Son

To lift you high the battle’s been won!

Welcome to Heaven’s Gate

Your mansion is laying in wait

Your mission is complete now, Faithful son

Welcome home

Welcome home

Come Lord Jesus come

Fill our lives with your love

Make us new with the morning dew

Our voice sings along with the birds singing

Praises to you

Welcome to Heaven’s Gate

Your mansion is laying in wait

Your mission is complete now, Faithful son

Welcome home

Welcome home

By Steve LaVallee

Forgivness of a Child

Wow!

An incident which impressed me deeply then and its impress has never faded happened when I was in the vicinity of ten years old.  My father had told me to go to bed.  I honestly thought he meant when I had finished a quite legitimate and proper occupation, for I was hobnobbing with a little crony of my age who had come to the house with an older person.  I remained talking with him.  My father, later passing through the room and finding that I had not obeyed him, spoke with that directness of which he was capable, called brusqueness by some, and ordered me to bed at once.  There was no standing on the order of my going after this.  I retreated, frightened and in tears, for such a tone of voice was a new experience in my life.  I hurried to bed, but before I had time to fall asleep, he was at my bedside, kneeling and asking my forgiveness for the harsh way in which he had spoken to me, the tears falling down over his rugged, bearded face.  That was nearly half a century ago, but I would exchange any memory of life before I would surrender that.  For all unknowing he was laying for me the consciousness of the Fatherhood of God, and the love of God  No sermon on the prodigal's father, and no words on the love of God have cast quite such a light as his huge figure kneeling in the twilight by my bed, asking the forgiveness of a child.

Paul Dwight Moody

Schools

You look at this world and all the legislation surrounding schools. Thank God for Harvestcity Christian Academy!

Now I sit me down in school

Where praying is against the rule

For this great nation under God

Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,

It violates the Bill of Rights.

And anytime my head I bow

Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,

That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.

The law is specific, the law is precise.

Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall

Might offend someone with no faith at all.

In silence alone we must meditate,

God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,

And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.

They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.

To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,

And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.

It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,

We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,

Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.

But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,

No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,

When chaos reigns the school's a mess.

So, Lord, this silent plea I make:

Should I be shot; my soul please take!

Amen

Glorious Glorious

Glorious Glorious

A tiny existence

A vast Universe

Oh but a modicum

We exist 

He willed it

Reason to rejoice

always there

Don't let the rocks

Praise for you

Raise your Voice

Every chance

Chance everywhere

Your choice

Stand up, Dance

He loves your Praise

He loves your adoration

Reverence to Him

It be not a sin

Heart will be full

The Love He gives

It is yours forever

Glorious Glorious