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9781582290133

Swan's Soup and Salad

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  • ISBN13:

    9781582290133

  • ISBN10:

    158229013X

  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 1999-05-01
  • Publisher: Howard Books

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Summary

Dennis Swanberg, "The Minister of Encouragement," delivers deliciously funny and delightfully heart-nourishing stories that will help you feel better and live longer. Well, at least feel better. With every page you will find yourself snickering at the antics of people from Swanberg's past or laughing at stories that reveal a side of life you recognize as your own. From "Funeral-Home Fans and Tongue Depressors" to "Zipper Revenge," you will find Swanberg's humor contagious and his heartwarming view of life a great source of encouragement. Have a taste of life from Dennis Swanberg's Soup & Salad, and you will definitely come back for seconds.

Author Biography

Dennis Swanberg, well-qualified to teach on marriage and family relationships, is happily married to his wife, Lauree, and is the proud father of two boys, Chad and Dustin. He hosts a nationally broadcast television show, Swan's Place, which is viewed by over 1,000,000 households, as well as writing Is Your Love Tank Full?, and Swan's Soup and Salad.

A deeply loved pastor and popular guest on Dr. James Dobson's national broadcasts, Swanberg has been called "America's Minister of Encouragement" because of his constant work at lifting hearts and leading people to a richer life through his one-of-a-kind humor.

Table of Contents

Introduction
Growing Up On Fun
Growing Up on Free Fun
Funeral-Home Fans and Tongue Depressors
Escalator Excitement
Nip It in the Bud
Softball Nights
Thumpin' and Pinchin'
The Toni
Jell-O Cubes
Swanberg Vacations
Hug Your Mother
Living Out The Call
Till They Bubble 67
Struck by "The Call"
Easter Sunday Surprise
A Charmin' Sunday
Baptismal Drain
Rotel and Relaxation
"You're on the Wrong Side!"
"How about Those Cowboys?"
Laughing With Our Friends
Biscuit Dough
Zipper Revenge
Rat Raid
Cindy's Praline
Hairnets and Halos
A Graveside Jingle
Weeping, Wailing, and Gnashing of Teeth
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Growing Up on Free Fun

I have a great mom, Pauline Bernadeen, and dad, Floyd Leon, and I’m thankful formy mama and daddy. Now, those really are their names: Floyd Leon (he’ssix-feet-two-inches tall) and Pauline Bernadeen (she’s only five feet tall). I thankGod every day that I’m named Dennis. Let me tell you why.

My grandpa’s name was Elof. He came from Sweden to Texas when he was only fourteen.My grandma’s name was Agda. I also had an Uncle Ungvi, an Uncle Turi, and an AuntSigni in my family. Now can you see why every day of my life I thank God that my name isDennis?

We Swanbergs are just regular folks. When I was growing up, we didn’t always have awhole bunch of money, but that was all right. We learned to do things that were fun butdidn’t cost us anything.

For example, we’d load up the family in our ’49 Ford and drive from our countrytown down to Congress Avenue, the main street of Austin, Texas. Then we’d park infront of the Paramount Theater. We never went to the movie; we just watched the peoplelined up to go. It didn’t cost us a thing. People would line up to buy their tickets,go in, and come out—and we’d just watch.

I remember how closely my mama and daddy would watch—especially my mama, PaulineBernadeen. She would sit there on the front seat and lean up next to Floyd—they werestill in that stage of life where they liked to be close together. My older sister, SherryDarlene, and I would sit in the back seat. (My little sister, Teri Linn, wasn’t bornyet.) Pauline would snuggle close to Floyd, and he’d put his arm around her. Theywould just look at people and have the time of their lives.

Once Mama said, “Look, Floyd, look. Would you just look at that woman? That woman inred, behind the man in the blue. Look what she has on. Can you believe she’s wearingthat? Could you imagine if I wore something like that? Oh my!”

I remember my daddy watching that woman walk all the way down the sidewalk. Then he lookedat us kids, shaking his head sadly, and said, “Isn’t that pitiful? Now that ispitiful.” Of course, Daddy was a deacon, so he was especially picky about what peoplewore.

Sometimes we’d drive over to Robert Mueller Airport and do the same thing. We’dwatch people get on and off the planes. We never flew in a plane, but we enjoyed justwatching people get on and off and watching the planes take off and land.

I remember one time a whole family of five came off a plane. Old Floyd Leon, watchingthem, smacked his forehead in disbelief. “Good night, looky there! A family of five.That is ridiculous. Lord have mercy. One of them could have gone and come back and toldthe rest of them all about it.”

We kids spent a lot of time at the automatic doors. The airport had just put in somepressure-sensitive rubber mats. When you stepped on the rubber mats, the glass doorautomatically opened. My sister and I could play on that thing for hours. Now I was raiseda Methodist, so I knew how to shake a leg. I would just get a goin’, and I’d getthat door a goin’ until old Floyd Leon would come over and say, “All right, geton off there now. Let some other kids play on it for a while.” That was the closestwe ever came to Six Flags over Texas.

I learned an important lesson from Daddy and Mama when I was young; I learned how to behappy, even when we didn’t have everything we ever wanted.

Food for Thought

I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content.

—Philippians 4:11

The apostle Paul wrote to his beloved church at Philippi, “I have learned in whateverstate I am, to be content: I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhereand in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and tosuffer need” (Philippians 4:11–12). What is remarkable is that Paul was aprisoner in Rome when he wrote these words. He was on trial for his life. Paul understoodthat he could have plenty or little and that he could be content with either.

Bill Gates, who is worth thirty-seven billion dollars and rising, has asixty-million-dollar home that took seven years to build. It is a “smart house”with every conceivable electronic device. Yet I am certain that Bill Gates is not morecontent in his multimillion-dollar “smart house” than I was in our happy home inAustin. There is absolutely no evidence that complexity and materialism lead to happiness.On the contrary, there is plenty of evidence that simplicity and spirituality lead to joy,a blessedness that is better than happiness.

Sometimes the people who appear the happiest are the least content. In the earliest daysof Freudian psychiatry, a very depressed man sat in the office of a London psychiatrist.The doctor could do nothing to cheer the man up. Finally he gave up and suggested to hispatient, “Why don’t you go see Grimaldi the clown?” Grimaldi was thegreatest clown in nineteenth-century Europe; surely he could lift this man’s spirits.

The patient sighed and remained silent for a long time. Finally he answered, “I amGrimaldi the clown.”

True happiness and contentment cannot come from the things of this world. The blessednessof true joy is a free gift that comes only from our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.


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