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INSPIRATIONAL

STORIES COMPILED BY ASELA JAYARATHNE


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Index

01. The Living Bible 06 02. The Bee Sting 08 03. Jesus Loves Me 09 04. The Right Hands 11 05. The Brownies 12 06. Lessons From Legos 15 07. The Apple Cart 17 08. God walked With You Through The Valleys 19 09. Running Through The Rain 22 10. Find The Opportunities 24 11. Why Go To Church ? 26 12. The Fern And The Bamboo 27 13. Was It Coffee You Wanted ? 29 14. Installing Love 30 15. The Three Tress 32 16. Heaven: A Guild For Travelers 34 17. Don’t Leave It On The Desk 37 18. A Thousand Marbles 43 19. Death 45 20. Elephants and Pigs 46 21. The Flat Tire 48 22. Let Go 51 23. Psalm 23 53 24. Purify of Silver 55 25. God’s Ways 56 26. The Mayonnaise Jar 57 27. Dancing With God 59 28. God and The Spider 60 29. Dinner Guest 62 30. The Seed 64 31. The Butterfly and Flower 67 32. Puppy Size 68 33. The Hand 71


34. Seven Wonders of The World 73 35. Why Did Jesus Fold The Napkin 74 36. The Holy Alphabet 76 37. The Uninvited Guest 77 38. The Expensive Trash Bag 81 39. The Coal Basket 83 40. Paid in Full 85 41. The Rich Family In The Church 88 42. The Six Letter Word 92 43. Little Boy 93 44. Your Angel 95 45. Are You God’s Wife? 97 46. Perspective of Life 98 47. The Many Names of Christ 100 48. The Next Door Neighbor 102 49. A Letter From Your Father 106 50. The Pumpkin 108


The Living Bible 01

His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes.

He is brilliant. Kind of profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.

Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not sure how to go about it.

One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat.

The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.

Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.

By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.

About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.

Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do.

How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?

It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.


The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.

And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.

Everyone chokes up with emotion.

When the minister gains control, he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget."

Be careful how you live. You may be the only living Bible some people will ever read.

- Author Unknown


The Bee Sting 02

A vacationing family drives along in their car, windows rolled down, enjoying the warm summer breeze of the sunny day.

All of a sudden a big black bee darts in the window and starts buzzing around inside the car. A little girl, highly allergic to bee stings, cringes in the back seat. If she is stung, she could die within an hour.

"Oh, Daddy," she squeals in terror. "It's a bee! It's going to sting me!"

The father pulls the car over to a stop, and reaches back to try to catch the bee. Buzzing around towards him, the bee bumps against the front windshield where the father traps it in his fist.

Holding it in his closed hand, the father waits for the inevitable sting. The bee stings the father's hand and in pain, the father lets go of the bee.

The bee is loose in the car again. The little girl again panics.

"Daddy, it's going to sting me!" The father gently says, "No honey, he's not going to sting you now. Look at my hand."

She sees the bee's stinger in his hand. Likewise, Jesus says to us, "Look at my hands." He has Satan's sting, the sting of death, the sting of sin, the sting of deceit.

Jesus has all of those stingers in His hands.

When you see that nail-scarred hand, realize that, on your behalf, Jesus took all the pain that Satan could throw at Him.

He reduced Satan to a big black bee that's lost its stinger -- all Satan can do is buzz.

That's the victory that Jesus won for you!

--This story was told by Frank Peretti on the Focus on the Family Radio Program –


Jesus Loves Me 03 03

While vacationing in Atlanta, I visited a church on a Sunday when they had invited back one of their senior pastors to preach to the congregation. He was 92 at that time and I wondered why the church had asked the old gentleman to preach at that age. After a warm introduction and welcome, he rose from his high back chair and walked slowly--with great effort and a sliding gate--to the podium. Without a note or written paper of any kind, he placed both hands on the pulpit to steady himself and then quietly and slowly he began to speak. "When I was asked to come here today and talk to you, your pastor asked me to tell you what was the greatest lesson ever learned in my 50 odd years of preaching. "I thought about it for a few days and boiled it down to just one thing that made the most difference in my life and sustained me through all my trials. "There was one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heart break and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me. The only thing that would comfort was this verse: "Jesus loves me this I know For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong We are weak but he is strong Yes, Jesus loves me... The Bible tells me so" When he finished, the church was quiet. You actually could hear his foot steps as he shuffled back to his chair. My pastor once told me, "I always noticed that its was the adults who chose the children's hymn 'Jesus Loves Me' (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best." A friend gave me this new version of this old favorite, for those of us who have white hair, or no hair at all.


JESUS LOVES ME Jesus loves me this I know, Though my hair is white as snow. Though my sight is growing dim, Still He bids me trust in Him. Yes, Jesus loves me Yes, Jesus loves me Yes, Jesus loves me The Bible tells me so. Though my steps are oh, so slow, With my hand in His I'll go. On through life, let come what may, He'll be there to lead the way. Though I am no longer young, I have much which He's begun. Let me serve Christ with a smile, Go with others the extra mile. When the nights are dark and long, In my heart He puts a song. Telling me in words so clear, 'Have no fear, for I am near.' When my work on earth is done, And life's victories have been won. He will take me home above, Then I'll understand His love. I love Jesus, does He know? Have I ever told Him so? Jesus loves to hear me say, That I love Him every day --Author Unknown


The Right Hands 04

A basketball in my hands is worth about $19. A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million. It depends whose hands it's in.

A baseball in my hands is worth about $6. A baseball in Alex Rodriguez's hands is worth $25 million. It depends whose hands it's in.

A tennis racket is useless in my hands. A tennis racket in Roger Federer's hands usually means a Wimbledon title. It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal. A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea. It depends whose hands it's in.

A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy. A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon. It depends whose hands it's in.

Two fish and five loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches. Two fish and five loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands. It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse. Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world. It depends whose hands it's in.

As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.

So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in God's hands because...

It depends whose hands it's in.

- Author Unknown


The Brownies 05

We become de-sensitized a little bit at a time.

Some years ago, I walked into my office after a Sunday morning service to find a sandwich bag on my desk containing three chocolate brownies. Some thoughtful and anonymous person who knew my love for chocolate had placed them there, along with a piece of paper that had a short story written on it. I immediately sat down and began eating the first brownie as I read the following story.

Two teenagers asked their father if they could go the theater to watch a movie that all their friends had seen. After reading some reviews about the movie on the internet, he denied their request.

"Aw dad, why not?" they complained. "It's rated PG-13, and we're both older than thirteen!"

Dad replied: "Because that movie contains nudity and portrays immorality as being normal and acceptable behavior."

"But dad, those are just very small parts of the movie! That's what our friends who've seen it have told us. The movie is two hours long and those scenes are just a few minutes of the total film! It's based on a true story, and good triumphs over evil, and there are other redeeming themes like courage and self-sacrifice. Even the movie review websites say that!"

"My answer is 'no,' and that is my final answer. You are welcome to stay home tonight, invite some of your friends over, and watch one of the good videos we have in our home collection. But you will not go and watch that film. End of discussion."

The two teenagers walked dejectedly into the family room and slumped down on the couch. As they sulked, they were surprised to hear the sounds of their father preparing something in the kitchen.

They soon recognized the wonderful aroma of brownies baking in the oven, and one of the teenagers said to the other, "Dad must be feeling guilty, and now he's going to try to make it up to us with some fresh brownies. Maybe we


can soften him with lots of praise when he brings them out to us and persuade him to let us go to that movie after all."

About that time I began eating the second brownie from the sandwich bag and wondered if there was some connection to the brownies I was eating and the brownies in the story. I kept reading.

The teens were not disappointed. Soon their father appeared with a plate of warm brownies which he offered to his kids. They each took one.

Then their father said, "Before you eat, I want to tell you something: I love you both so much."

The teenagers smiled at each other with knowing glances. Dad was softening. "That is why I've made these brownies with the very best ingredients. I've made them from scratch. Most of the ingredients are even organic. The best organic flour. The best free-range eggs. The best organic sugar. Premium vanilla and chocolate."

The brownies looked mouth-watering, and the teens began to become a little impatient with their dad's long speech.

"But I want to be perfectly honest with you. There is one ingredient I added that is not usually found in brownies. I got that ingredient from our own back yard. But you needn't worry, because I only added the tiniest bit of that ingredient to your brownies. The amount of the portion is practically insignificant. So go ahead, take a bite and let me know what you think."

"Dad, would you mind telling us what that mystery ingredient is before we eat?"

"Why? The portion I added was so small. Just a teaspoonful. You won't even taste it."

"Come on, dad; just tell us what that ingredient is."

"Don't worry! It is organic, just like the other ingredients."

"Dad!"


"Well, OK, if you insist. That secret ingredient is organic...dog poop."

I immediately stopped chewing that second brownie and I spit it out into the waste basket by my desk. I continued reading, now fearful of the paragraphs that still remained.

Both teens instantly dropped their brownies back on the plate and began inspecting their fingers with horror.

"DAD! Why did you do that? You've tortured us by making us smell those brownies cooking for the last half hour, and now you tell us that you added dog poop! We can't eat these brownies!"

"Why not? The amount of dog poop is very small compared to the rest of the ingredients. It won't hurt you. It's been cooked right along with the other ingredients. You won't even taste it. It has the same consistency as the brownies. Go ahead and eat!"

"No, Dad...NEVER!" "And that is the same reason I won't allow you to go watch that movie. You won't tolerate a little dog poop in your brownies, so why should you tolerate a little immorality in your movies? We pray that God will not lead us unto temptation, so how can we in good conscience entertain ourselves with something that will imprint a sinful image in our minds that will lead us into temptation long after we first see it?"

I discarded what remained of the second brownie as well as the entire untouched third brownie. What had been irresistible a minute go had become detestable. And only because of the very slim chance that what I was eating was slightly polluted. (Surely it wasn't...but I couldn't convince myself.)

What a good lesson about purity! Why do we tolerate any sin? On the day of the Passover, the Israelites were commanded to remove every bit of leaven from their homes.

Sin is like leaven - a little bit leavens the whole lump (1 Cor. 5:6).

- by David Kirkwood


Lessons From Legos 06

Life might be less complicated for all of us if we each received our own Lego kit at birth.

Yes, I realize there is a choking hazard for children under three. But when you are old enough, you can learn a lot from Legos. I have learned that:

~ There is strength in numbers. When the bricks stick together, great things can be accomplished.

~ Playtime is important. Sometimes it doesn't matter what you are building, as long as you're having fun.

~ Disaster happens. But the pieces can be put back together again.

~ Every brick has a purpose. Some are made for a specific spot - most can adapt almost anywhere - but every one will fit somewhere.

~ Color doesn't matter. A blue brick will fit in the same space as a red brick.

~ Size doesn't matter. When stepped on in the dark, a 2 x 2 Lego brick causes the same amount of pain as a 2 x 8 brick.

~ No one is indispensable. If one brick is unavailable, another can take its place.

~ All Lego men are created equal (1.5625 inches tall). What they become is limited only by imagination.

~ It doesn't always turn out as planned. Sometimes it turns out better. If it doesn't, you can always try again.

I thought about each of these statements as it relates to the church. Some of the statements apply more than others.

For example, unity is a biblical concept. When Christians stick together, great things can be accomplished.


And it is an important biblical truth that every Christian has a purpose. As Paul describes it in 1Corinthians 12 using the analogy of a human body, some of us are eyes, some are hands, still others are feet, but we all have a purpose and a role.But while it is technically true that "no one is indispensable", the teaching of scripture is that each one of us is needed and the body suffers greatly if we don't do our part. (1Cor. 12:20-22)The greatest comparison between Legos and Christianity, though, is that we are indeed a building shaped by God's own hand. And every Christian is a part of that building -- not a plastic building block, but a "living stone":

"As you come to him, the living Stone -- rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him -- you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ." (1Peter 2:4-5)

- by Steve Klusmeyer


The Apple Cart 07

A few years ago, a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. The convention lasted all week, and all the salesmen had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.

As they hurried to the airport to catch their return flight, they rushed down the airport's corridor with their briefcases in hand. In their rush, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples.

Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all continued running so they would make their plane.

All but one.

He stopped after running a few more yards, took a deep breath, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did.

The 16 year old girl running the apple cart was totally blind. She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display.

As he did this, he noticed that many of the apples had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?"


She nodded through her tears.

He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister....."

He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.

She continued, "Are you Jesus?"

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?"

Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That's our call, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world (shopping, working, reacting to others that are serving us) that is blind to His love, life and grace.

If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would.

Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.

You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Let us live like we are worth the price He paid.

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

- Author Unknown


God Walks With You Through The Valleys 08

Life is good on the mountaintops of celebration. But no matter how much we'd like to spend our lives up there, we need to walk through the valleys of challenges, too. Life is tough in the valleys.

Still, there are valuable lessons we can learn in the valleys that we could never learn if we stayed on the mountaintops.

If you find yourself walking through a valley right now, let God teach you as He walks alongside you. Here's how you can find victory in the valleys:

* The Valley of Uncertainty. Remember that every day of your life is gift from God. Thank Him for each day, and decide to use your time as well as you can. Don't assume that you have tomorrow; live one day at a time, as best as you can. Praise God for giving you life and ask Him to accomplish His full purposes for you. Understand that nothing can take you from Earth until God's plan for you is complete, and nothing can keep you here after God's plan for you is complete.

* The Valley of Fear. Know that God wants to use this valley to deepen your faith. Be assured that nothing can change the fact that you belong to God, and He is in ultimate control of your life. Ask God to make you aware of His presence with you and to give you the peace that only He can give - the peace that surpasses all understanding. Remember that God will help you overcome anything that's causing you fear. Ask Him to give you the strength you need. Realize that God will be faithful to you, even when you're not faithful to Him. Use your time in this valley to learn how to trust God more, knowing that struggles build trust by showing you how to live out your faith.

* The Valley of Detours. Realize that what is a detour to you because it's unexpected is, to God, just part of the expected path for your life. Even though you don't know where the detour will lead, God does. Lift your eyes beyond your circumstances to God and trust Him to guide you well. Cooperate with His plans for you; work with Him instead of against Him. Decide to live your life according to biblical morals, and follow God in both adversity and prosperity. Count on God's promises in Scripture as He works out His plan for your life. Cling to His providence and move forward in confidence.


* The Valley of Suffering. Understand that, because God is sovereign, nothing can get to you without first coming through Him. Know that He won't allow you to suffer any more than you can bear, and that the suffering He allows you to experience is all for a good purpose in your life. Ask God to show you what He wants to learn from your suffering. Use your time of suffering to get to know God better, love Him more, and trust Him more. Don't lose heart; seasons of suffering inevitably end, and often result in positive growth for you.

* The Valley of Storms. Invite God to use the storms you go through to stretch your faith.

Understand that God can use storms for correcting (returning you to a right relationship with Him), perfecting (to mature you and prepare you for serving more in His kingdom), and instructing (to teach lessons you couldn't learn otherwise). As you struggle through a storm, keep in mind that Jesus is watching and listening, and He is rooting for you. Not only that, but He is praying for you to remain faithful and learn to trust Him even more. Don't panic, no matter how much rain falls, how loud the thunder crashes, or how close the lightening strikes, because God is more powerful than any storm you could ever experience.

* The Valley of Discouragement. Seek counsel from people who are close to God, rather than from worldly sources. Ask strong Christians to pray for you, because their prayers are powerful. Bring your problems and pains to God and ask Him to empower you to handle them according to His will. Ask God for encouragement, and know that He will give it to you. Don't isolate yourself or fall into lethargy. Remember that if you wait until you feel like doing something, you often won't do it, but if you decide to take action no matter what your feelings, your feelings will follow. For example, if you wait to read your Bible until you're in the mood to do so, you probably won't read it. But if you read it anyway, despite your feelings, you'll discover that you'll want to read it more. Trust that obeying God will always bring His blessings into your life. Remember that nothing is impossible for God, and that problems are platforms for Him to work miracles if He chooses to do so. Know that you can do all things through Christ, who strengthens you. Don't quit living a faithful life; if you do, you'll miss out on God's best for you. Be persistent in faith until your circumstances change - and know that, in the process, you will change for the better yourself.

* The Valley of Confusion. While walking through this valley, don't let yourself become disoriented.


Stay focused on God, and firmly cling to Him and His promises, regardless of what happens. Be assured that even when your circumstances confuse you, God knows what He's doing in your life. Ask Him to help you trust Him more.

* The Valley of Correction. Recognize that every crisis is an opportunity to take a personal inventory to determine how closely connected you are to God. Ask Him to show you any sins in your life that are blocking intimacy with Him. Repent, accept His forgiveness, and embrace the grace He offers to be reconciled with Him. Know that through your repentance, God can restore you and use your life to accomplish great things.

* The Valley of Sickness. Understand that sickness is a summons to pray. Don't be shy about praying often, about everything you need, like healing, strength, and wisdom. Intercede for your loved ones and your medical team. Keep praying until answers come. Ask others - especially strong Christians - to pray for you, and let them know your specific requests. Don't wait for others to contact you; take the initiative to contact them. Seek the best medical care you can find, pray hard, and never give up hope. Understand that, while physical healing isn't guaranteed, God will intervene according to His will if you pray and give you peace and possibly restored health as well.

- by Whitney Hopler


Running Through The Rain 09

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in.

"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain," she repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"


"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything! I know He will get Daddy through it' ".

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked.

But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories.

So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. Take time to run through the rain.

- Author Unknown


Find The Opportunities 10

There is a nine-year-old student sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there appeared a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants is wet.

He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it.

When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop, he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy.

The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out.

All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk.

The sympathy is wonderful. But, as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else--Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. "You've done enough, you klutz!"


Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once, too."

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good helping others.

Find those opportunities, you will make a difference in someone's life.

- Author Unknown


Why Go To Church? 11

A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday.

"I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."

This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time, my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this.

"They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work.

If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.

"Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!"

- Author Unknown


The Fern And The Bamboo 12

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality.... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me. "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. The same in year four.

"Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant.

But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.

"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.

"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful. "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"


"How high should I rise?" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.

"As high as it can?" I questioned

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest, realizing that God will never give up on me. And He will never give up on you.

Never regret a day in your life.

Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life.

- Author Unknown


Was It The Coffee You Wanted? 13

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.

Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups--porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal; some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite--telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

"What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other's cups.

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.

They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and do not change the quality of Life. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided.

"So, don't let the cups drive you .... enjoy the coffee instead."

- Author Unknown


Installing Love 14

Tech Support: Yes, how can I help you?

Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?

Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?

Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?

Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?

Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?

Tech Support: What programs are running ?

Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.

Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system.

It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. C an you turn those off ?

Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.

Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?

Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.


Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components." What should I do?

Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.

Customer: So, what should I do?

Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.

Customer: Okay, done.

Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will override conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?

Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware.

Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. T hey will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.

Customer: Thank you, God.

God/Tech Support: You're welcome, I'm here anytime.

- Author Unknown


The Three Trees 15

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest.

People will see me on top of the Hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree, the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the Woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenter, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.


The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in him, God will give you great gifts.

Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.

We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

- Author Unknown


Heaven: A Guide For Travelers 16

1. ACCOMMODATIONS

Arrangements for first-class accommodation have been made in advance.

"In my Father's house are many rooms......I am going there to prepare a place for you." (John 14:2).

2. PASSPORTS

Persons seeking entry will not be permitted past the gates without having proper papers/credentials and having their names registered with the ruling Authority.

"Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life". (Revelation 21:27).

3. DEPARTURE TIMES

The exact date of departure has not been announced. Travelers are advised to be prepared to leave at short notice.

"It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority. (Acts 1:7).

4. TICKETS

Your ticket is a written pledge that guarantees your journey. It should be claimed and its promises kept firmly in hand.

"I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life." (John 5:24).

5. CUSTOMS

Only one declaration is required while going through customs.

"That if you confess with your mouth, 'Jesus is Lord,' and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." (Romans 10:9).


6. IMMIGRATION

All passengers are classified as immigrants, since they are taking up permanent residence in a new country. The quota is unlimited.

"......they were longing for a better country-a heavenly one..........he has prepared a city for them." (Hebrews 11:16).

7. LUGGAGE

No luggage whatsoever is necessary.

"For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it." (1 Timothy 6:7).

8. AIR PASSAGE

Travelers going directly by air are advised to watch daily for indications of imminent departure.

"After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever." (1 Thessalonians 4:17).

9. VACCINATION AND INOCULATION

Injections are not needed, as diseases are unknown at the destination.

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain....." (Revelation 21:4).

10. CURRENCY

Supplies of currency may be forwarded ahead to await the passenger's arrival. Deposit your heart, mind/soul & life.

"But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal." (Matthew 6:20).

11. CLOTHING

A complete and appropriate new wardrobe is provided for each traveler.


"...For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness...." (Isaiah 61:10).

12. TIME CHANGES

Resetting of watches will not be necessary to adjust to any/night schedule.

"The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp........for there will be no night there." (Revelations 21:23,25).

13. RESERVATIONS

Booking is now open. Apply at once.

".......now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation." (2 Corinthians 6:2)

14. CORONATION CEREMONY

The highlight of the journey is the welcoming reception and coronation which await the arrival.

"Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day-and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." (2 Timothy 4:8).

- Author Unknown


Don't Leave It On The Desk! 17

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States.

Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year, regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman but was studying with the intent of going into the seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well-liked and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the Professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. "How many push-ups can you do?"

Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

"200? That's pretty good Steve," Dr. Christianson said, "Do you think you could do 300?"

Steve replied, "I don't know. I've never done 300 at a time."

"Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson

"Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of 10 for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it!" said the Professor.

Steve said, "Well, I think I can. Yeah, I can do it."

Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."


Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room.

When class started, the Professor pulled out a big box of doughnuts. No, these weren't the normal kinds of doughnuts; they were the extra fancy BIG kind with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these doughnuts?"

Cynthia said, "Yes."

Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a doughnut."

"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten.

Then Steve again sat in the desk. Dr. Christianson then put a doughnut on Cynthia's desk.

Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a doughnut?"

Joe said, "Yes."

Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a doughnut."

Steve did ten push-ups; Joe got a doughnut. And so it went, down the first aisle. Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their doughnut.

Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacked for female companionship.

When the Professor asked, "Scott, do you want a doughnut?"

Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own push-ups?"

Dr. Christianson said, "No. Steve has to do them"


Then Scott replied, "No, I don't want one then."

Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a doughnut he doesn't want."

With perfect obedience, Steve started to do ten push-ups.

Scott said, "Hey! I said I didn't want one!"

Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desk and these are my doughnuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it."

And he put a doughnut on Scott's desk.

Now, by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now, the students were beginning to get a little angry. Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a doughnut?"

Sternly, Jenny said, "NO!"

Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve would you do ten more push-ups so that Jenny can have a doughnut she doesn't want." Steve did ten; Jenny got the doughnut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room.

The students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten doughnuts on the desks. Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these push-ups done for each doughnut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push-up to make sure he did the full ten push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all those uneaten doughnuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely. Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the Professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.


Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next.

Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.

Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"

Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your push-ups.

You're in charge now. You can do them any way you want." And Dr. Christianson went on.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!"

Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No. Let him come in."

Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in, you will have to do ten push-ups for him."

Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a doughnut."

Dr. Christianson said, "Okay Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a doughnut?"

Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "Give me a doughnut."

"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a doughnut?"

Steve did ten push-ups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a doughnut and sat down.

Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time, sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?"


Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."

Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Linda can have a doughnut that she doesn't want."

Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.

Then, Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a doughnut?"

Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?"

Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone. I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a doughnut whether they want it or not.

When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade.

Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push-ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes."

"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a doughnut."

As Steve very slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said, "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into Thy hands I commend my spirit.' with the understanding that he had done everything that was required of Him, He yielded up his life. And, like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk uneaten."

Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. "Well done, good and faithful servant," said the Professor, adding, "Not all sermons are preached in words."

Turning to his class, the Professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the


sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not only His Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept his gift to us, the price has been paid.

"Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?"

- Author Unknown


A Thousand Marbles 18

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the study with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net.

Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice.

You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen.

"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital.

"Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his theory of a thousand marbles.

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little math. The average person lives about 75 years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about 75 years. Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.


"It took me until I was 55 years old to think about all this in any detail and by that time I had lived through over 2800 Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be 75, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.

"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container.

"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focus more on the important things in life.

"There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going, good morning!"

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off.

I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.

"C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent Saturday together with the kids.

Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out?

"I need to buy some marbles."

- Author Unknown


Death 19

A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room

"Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.

"I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing. I know my Master is there and that is enough."

- Author Unknown


Elephants And Pigs 20 Four blind men met an elephant one day.

The first blind man grabbed the elephant's trunk. "An elephant is long, thin and flexible", he said.

"You are wrong", declared his friend, who had hold of the elephant's leg. "It is tall and solid like a tree trunk. I can't put my arms around the elephant."

"What are you two talking about?" asked the third blind man, who was feeling the elephant's side. "An elephant is large and flat and very hard. An elephant is like a wall."

"You are all wrong!" cried the blind man who had grabbed the elephant's tail. "An elephant is like a piece of rope. I can hold it in one hand."

The four blind men continued to argue about the elephant. They did not realize that all of them were right and all of them were wrong. They did not know that they each had only part of the picture, not the whole.

How often have we all met with similar experiences in our own lives? We've all been in arguments in which all the participants had only part of the truth. We've all been in discussions in which each person was convinced that he or she had the full picture when in fact nobody did.

Without openness and listening to the other blind men, the one who held the elephant's trunk would have been convinced that the trunk was the whole elephant and that this was all there was to know about an elephant. The man who held the elephant's leg would have had just as limited an understanding.

When someone holds on to his or her own point of view and is determined not to listen to others, we describe that person as pig-headed. When a pig wants to do something, nothing will divert it from its intentions. To act like a pig is not to act as a human being. It's not acting courteously, for a start. To act like a pig means to push other people with their thoughts and ideas to one side. It means to be selfish and greedy. It means to ignore the fact that other people also have a right to their own point of view. It means to be even blinder than the four blind men who met the elephant.


How do I approach life? Am I like one of the blind men? Am I like a pig? What do I have to do in order to become more human, more like God? Can I be more open to other people? Can I be less greedy? Can I become a listener to others' needs and ideas?

Lord, sometimes I am blind. Sometimes I am pig-headed and like to hold on to my own ideas. Help me, Lord, to be open to the thoughts and ideas of others. Help me to be more human, more like you, in the way in which I deal with other people today. Amen

- Author Unknown


The Flat Tire 21

My tire had a staple in it. Of all times for this to happen -- a flat tire.

But when is a good time for a flat tire? Not when you are wearing a suit and you have been traveling for nearly five hours and, adding to this bleak picture, nightfall is approaching. Wait; did I mention that I was on a country road? Okay, now you have the picture.

There was only one thing to do: call AAA. Yeah, right. The cell phone I bought for security and protection in moments like this isn't in range to call anyone. "No Service" it says. No kidding!

I sat for a few minutes moaning and complaining. It's a male thing. Then I began emptying my trunk so that I could get at the tire and tools needed to get the job done. I carry a large plastic container filled with what I call "just-in-case-stuff." When I am training or speaking, I love to have props with me. I hate leaving anything home so I bring everything...just in case.

Cars buzz by me. A few beep sarcastically. I hear the horn saying "ha ha!" I say, "You'll get yours!" Darkness begins to settle in. It's becoming a bit difficult to see. The tire is on the passenger side, thank God, away from all the traffic, but making it difficult to benefit from the headlights of passing cars.

Suddenly a car pulls off the road behind me. In the blinding light I see a male figure approaching me. "Hey, do you need any help?"

"Well, it certainly isn't easy doing this with a white dress shirt and suit on," I said. Then he steps into the light. I literally was frightened.

This young guy was dressed in black. Nearly everything imaginable was pierced and tattooed. His hair was cropped and poorly cut. He had leather bracelets with spikes on each wrist.

"How about I give you a hand?" he said.

"Well, I don't know . . . I think I can . . . "


"Come on, it will only take me a few minutes." He took right over. While watching him I happened to look back at his car and noticed for the first time someone sitting in the passenger seat. That concerned me. I suddenly felt out numbered. Thoughts of car-jackings or robberies flashed through my mind. I really just wanted to get this over and survive it. Then, without warning, it began to pour. The night sky had hidden the approaching clouds. It hit like a waterfall and made it impossible to finish the tire change.

"Look, my friend, just stop what you're doing. I appreciate all your help.

You better get going. I'll finish after the rain stops," I said.

"Let me help you put your stuff back in the trunk. It will get ruined," he insisted. "Then get in my car. We'll wait with you," he insisted.

"No, really. I'll take care of everything," I said.

"You can't get in your car with the jack up like that. It will fall. Come on. Get in," he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the car.

Crack! Boom! Lightning and thunder roared like a freight train. I literally jumped in his car. "Oh, God, protect me!" I thought to myself.

Wet and tired I settled into the back seat.

Suddenly a small frail voice came from the front seat of the car. `"Are you all right?" she said as she turned around to face me.

"Yes, I am," I replied with much relief seeing the old woman there. It must be his Mom.

"My name is Beatrice and this is my neighbor Jeff," she said. "He insisted on stopping when he saw you struggling with the tire."

"I am grateful for his help," I said.

"Me, too!" she said with a laugh. "Jeff takes me to visit my husband. We had to place him in a nursing home and it's about 30 minutes away from where we live. So, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, we have a date." She laughed and shook her head.


"We're the remake of the Odd Couple," Jeff said as he joined in laughing.

"Jeff, that's incredible what you do for her. I would never have guessed, well, ah, you know I . . ." I stumbled with the words.

"I know. People who look like me don't do nice things," he said.

Silence. I really felt uncomfortable. I never believed that I judged people by the way they dressed. I was angry with myself for being so stupid.

"Jeff is a great kid. I'm not the only one he helps. He's a volunteer at our church. He also works with the kids in the learning center at the low income housing unit in our town," said Beatrice.

"I'm a tutor" Jeff said quietly as he stared at my car.

Silence again played a part now in a moment of reflection rather than the uncomfortable feeling that I had insulted someone. He was right. What he wore on the outside was a reflection of the world as he saw it. What he wore on the inside was the spirit of giving, caring and loving the world he wanted to see.

The rain stopped and Jeff and I changed the tire. I tried to offer him money and of course, he refused it. As we shook hands I began to apologize for my stupidity.

He said, "I experience that same reaction often. I actually thought about changing the way I look. But then I saw this as an opportunity to make a point.

"So I'll leave you with the same question I ask everyone who takes time to know me. If Jesus returned tomorrow and walked among us again, would you recognize Him by what He wore or by what He did?"

- Author Unknown


Let Go 22

A man named Jack was walking along a steep cliff. One day when he accidentally got too close to the edge and fell.

On the way down he grabbed a branch, which temporarily stopped his fall. He looked down and to his horror saw that the canyon fell straight down for more than a thousand feet.

He couldn't hang onto the branch forever, and there was no way for him to climb up the steep wall of the cliff. So Jack began yelling for help, hoping that someone passing by would hear him and lower a rope or something.

"Help! Help! Is anyone up there? Help!"

He yelled for a long time, but no one heard him. He was about to give up when he heard a voice.

"Jack, Jack. Can you hear me?"

"Yes, yes! I can hear you. I'm down here!"

"I can see you, Jack. Are you all right?"

"Yes, but who are you, and where are you?"

"I am the Lord, Jack. I'm everywhere."

"The Lord? You mean, God?"

"That's Me."

"God, please help me! I promise if, you'll get me down from here, I'll stop sinning. I'll be a really good person. I'll serve You for the rest of my life."

"Easy on the promises, Jack. Let's get you off from there; then we can talk. Now, here's what I want you to do. Listen carefully."


"I'll do anything, Lord. Just tell me what to do."

"Okay. Let go of the branch."

"What?" asked Jack.

"I said, Let go of the branch. Just trust Me. Let go!"

There was a long silence.

Finally Jack yelled, "Help! Help! Is anyone else up there?"

Have you ever felt like Jack?

We say that we want to know the will of God, but when we find out what it is, we can't handle it.

Sounds too scary or too difficult and we decide to look elsewhere.

When He says, "Let go of the things that stand between you and Me, and trust Me with your life," it sounds pretty scary. But when we let go, we find freedom and safety in His hands.

- Author Unknown


Psalm 23 23

A special look at one of the most quoted passages of the Bible.

The Lord is my Shepherd That's Relationship!

I shall not want That's Supply!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. That's Rest!

He leadeth me beside the still waters. That's Refreshment!

He restoreth my soul That's Healing!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness. That's Guidance!

For His name sake That's Purpose!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. That's Testing!

I will fear no evil. That's Protection!

For Thou art with me That's Faithfulness!

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me, That's Discipline!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies. That's Hope!


Thou anointest my head with oil, That's Consecration!

My cup runneth over. That's Abundance!

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. That's Blessing!

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord. That's Security! Forever.That's Eternity!

- Author Unknown


Purifier of Silver 24

Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."

This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.

One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.

That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.

As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.

The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.

The man answered that yes; he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.

The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"

He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it"

If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.

- Author Unknown


God's Ways 25

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him.

Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.

The worst had happened. Everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.

"God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day, however, he was wakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.

It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers.

"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It's easy to get discouraged sometimes when things appear to be going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.

- Author Unknown


The Mayonnaise Jar 26 When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember this story about a mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee. A professor stood before his philosophy class with several items in front of him. When the class began, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly and the pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full and the students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. "The sand is everything else -- the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. "The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small


stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." - Author Unknown


Dancing With God 27

When I meditated on the word, Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word.

I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.

When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music.

One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one direction or another.

It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully. The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other.

My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.

When I saw "G", I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i".

"God", "u" and "i" dance." God, you and I dance.

As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life. Once again, I became willing to let God lead.

My prayer for you today is that God's blessings and mercies be upon you on this day and everyday.

May you abide in God as God abides in you.

Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life.

I hope you dance!

- Author Unknown


God & The Spider 28

During World War II, a US marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and the crossfire, he had lost touch with his comrades.

Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him came up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.

As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."

After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one."

Then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the front of his cave.

As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.

"Ha," he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."

As the enemy drew closer, he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another.

As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while.

"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. "I had forgotten that in you, a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."

We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget what God can work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways.


And remember, with God, a mere spider's web becomes a brick wall of protection.

- Author Unknown


Dinner Guest 29

Ruth went to her mailbox and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:

Dear Ruth, I'm going to be in your neighbourhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.

Love Always,

Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."

She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold meat, at least” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, 200g of sliced ham, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday.

Nonetheless, she felt as she headed home, her small offerings tucked under her arm when she heard. "Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"

Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two people huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a little ham and


some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."

"Yeah, well, OK lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."

The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag.

"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.

"You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.

She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth,

It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,

Jesus

Jesus said that when you do something kind for one of the least important people, you do a great kindness to HIM.

- Author Unknown


The Seed 30

Successful Christian business man was growing old and knew it was time to chose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his directors or his children, he decided to do something different.

He called all the young executives in his company together.

"It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO," he said. "I have decided to choose one of you."

The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today - a very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."

One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed.

He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed.

Every day, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.

Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure.

Six months went by - still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - he so wanted the seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened.


Jim felt sick at his stomach. It was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right.

He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful--in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed. A few felt sorry for him!

When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.

Jim just tried to hide in the back.

"My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO.

"Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!"

All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the financial director to bring him to the front.

Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!"

When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed. Jim told him the story.

The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Here is your next Chief Executive! His name is Jim!"

Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO the others said?

Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed.

I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow.


All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers.

"When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive!"

If you plant honesty, you will reap trust

If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.

If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.

If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment

If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective.

If you plant hard work, you will reap success.

If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.

If you plant faith in Christ, you will reap a harvest.

So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.

Two thousand years ago Paul wrote to the church at Galatia the same story but with fewer words, "What you sow, so shall you reap" (Gal. 6:7).

"We are grass that will wither and die but the incorruptible seed of God's Word will live forever - sow it daily into the life of your family! (1 Peter 1: 23 - 25).

- Author Unknown


The Butterfly and The Flower 31

Once there was a man who asked God for a flower and a butterfly.

But instead God gave him a cactus and a caterpillar.

The man was sad. He didn't understand why his prayer was not answered.

Then he thought, "Oh well, God has too many people to care for," and he decided not to question.

After some time, the man went to check up on the cactus and the caterpillar.

To his surprise, from the thorny and ugly cactus, a beautiful flower had grown.

And the unsightly caterpillar had been transformed into the most beautiful butterfly.

God always does things right.

His way is always the best way, even if it seems all wrong to us.

If you asked God for one thing and received another, trust Him.

He will give you what you need at the appropriate time.

What you want is not always what you need.

Today's thorn is tomorrow's flower.

- Author Unknown


Puppy Size 32

The mother shook her head in frustration with her daughter. She then turned to the volunteer at the animal shelter.

"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.

"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.

"Puppy size!" replied the mother.

"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."

"I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said.

Just then Danielle came walking into the office.

"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom.

"No, not this time," Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?"

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.

Over the next few days, both mom and dad had long conversations with her.

They both felt she was being too particular.

"It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.


"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning.

By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.

One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.

The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!"

she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy sighs!"

"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks," Mom said.

"No not size...the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.

"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.


"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.

Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day.

They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. - Author Unknown


The Hand 33

The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment -- to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her student's art. And they were.

But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.

Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.

His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went -- until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.

The little boy looked away and murmured, "It's yours, teacher."

He recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.

Brushing aside a tear, she hugged Douglas and went on with her work.

The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and


how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks. But they'll remember the hand that reaches out.

- Author Unknown


Seven Wonders Of The World 34

A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the current Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes: 1. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. Taj Mahal 3. Grand Canyon 4. Panama Canal 5. Empire State Building 6. St. Peter's Basilica 7. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one quiet student hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the student if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help." The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. to touch 2. to taste 3. to see 4. to hear 5. to feel 6. to laugh 7. and to love The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous. The most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man. God has provided the true wonders of the world. And the greatest wonder of all is God's amazing love for mankind in sending His only son, Jesus, to set us free and give us everlasting life. - Author Unknown


Why Did Jesus Fold The Napkin? 35

Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection?

The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the

face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.

The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded and

was placed at the head of that stony coffin.

Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the

tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.

She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus

loved. She said, "They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't

know where they have put him!"

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple outran

Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth

lying there, but he didn't go in.

Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen

wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded

up and lying to the side.

Is that important? Absolutely!

Is it really significant? Yes!


In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to

understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin

had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this

tradition.

When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was

exactly the way the master wanted it.

The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of

sight, until the master had finished eating. The servant would not dare touch

that table until the master was finished.

When the master was done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his

fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and

toss it onto the table.

The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded

napkin meant, "I'm done".

But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it

beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because...

The folded napkin meant, "I'm coming back."

Jesus is coming back!

- Author Unknown


The Holy Alphabet 36

Although things are not perfect Because of trial or pain Continue in thanksgiving Do not begin to blame Even when the times are hard Fierce winds are bound to blow God is forever able Hold on to what you know Imagine life without His love Joy would cease to be Keep thanking Him for all the things Love imparts to thee Move out of 'Camp Complaining' No weapon that is known On earth can yield the power Praise can do alone Quit looking at the future Redeem the time at hand Start every day with worship To 'thank' is a command Until we see Him coming Victorious in the sky We'll run the race with gratitude Xalting God most high Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad! - Author Unknown


The Uninvited Guest 37

We had just finished our Thanksgiving feast when there came a knock at the

door. My family was in Indiana visiting relatives for the holiday, and I ran from

the dinner table to answer the door.

Swinging open the door, I found a woman wearing a big old threadbare coat

with a raggedy scarf. Her gloves were mismatched and her hat had a hole in it.

Her skin was scaly and dry, and her eyes drooped, and her wrinkled mouth

spoke.

"I know your grandmother," she said. "Is she here?"

"No, she isn't," I answered.

"Last summer, I did some yard work for her, and she paid me," the woman

announced. "I'm homeless, and I'm very hungry. Do you have any spare

money?"

"Please come in and wait here," I suggested. Leaving her at the front door, I

sprinted to the bedroom and grabbed my purse. I returned to hand her a $10

bill. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged me.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

While I was wrapped in her arms, the memory of a recent sermon flashed

through my mind. At a camp meeting, one of the speakers disguised himself

as a beggar and mingled with the camp meeting staff during the course of the


week, because he was painful to see and offensive to smell, the attendants

mistreated the beggar and fled from his odor.

Revealing himself at the end of the week, the speaker preached a sermon

based on Matthew 25: 34-35:

"Then the King will say to those on His right hand, 'Come, you blessed of My

Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I

was a stranger and you took Me in'".

Seeing the old woman as my opportunity to do something for my Lord, I

excitedly offered her some of our recent meal. We still had a whole table

spread with food, and she had none.

Leading her into the kitchen, where my relatives still lounged lazily with full

bellies, I seated her at the table and began preparing her plate.

"Do you like potatoes?" I asked. "Would you like a roll? One or two?" As I

worked, I noticed the room emptying. One by one, my relatives slipped into the

living room. Soon, my guest and I were the only ones in the kitchen.

Wanting her to feel comfortable, I began to ask her questions to get to know

her. "What's your name?

Where are you from? What was your last job? Where is your family? Do you

like pumpkin pie?" We talked while she ate.

When she finished, she stood up, put on her old coat, hat, scarf, and

mismatched gloves. "Thank you so very much. I haven't eaten in days. Thank


you. My father used to say that when he was a child he could remember being

so hungry that he couldn't see. I didn't understand that until I was much older.

Thank you for returning my sight."

I ushered the woman to the door and waved goodbye. Closing the door, I

turned to face my family, turned jury. The verdict was guilty.

"How could you do that?" asked my aunt. "She could have been a scout for

robbers!" screeched a cousin. "This neighborhood isn't what it used to be!"

added my older sister. "You don't let strangers into your grandmother's home!"

joined in another relative. The inquisition continued until tears streamed down

my face and I fled from the room.

Exactly one year later, Thanksgiving found us again celebrating in my

grandmother's home. After another banquet, my sister Kay and I stood at the

sink washing dishes.

"Do you remember the homeless woman who came to the house last year,

Mary?" asked Kay.

"Yes," was all I said, not wanting to dredge up terrible memories.

"Wouldn't it be funny if she came again?"

No, I thought to myself. It wouldn't be funny, not at all.

Minutes later, from the kitchen window, we spotted this same woman returning

to our house. This time, instead of running to the front door, I ran into the

bedroom to hide. I didn't want the woman to see me, and I wasn't willing to risk

my family's anger again by helping her.


Instead, Kay answered the door. "Hello. No, I'm sorry, but we don't have any

money. Goodbye."

Nine years have passed, but I still vividly remember that Thanksgiving Day

when my family's reproaches overcame my desire to serve God by helping

that poor woman.

In my first encounter with the woman I energetically reacted to the message of

a recent sermon. But rather than face the family jury again, I hid instead of

helping her. My experience withered like the plants in Jesus' parable of the

seed and the soil (Matt. 13:3-9) because the roots weren't deep enough.

A time will come when all our roots will be tested. Jesus described the

persecution of the end of time: "But before all these things, they will lay their

hands on you and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues and

prisons. You will be brought before kings and rulers for My name's sake. But it

will turn out for you as an occasion for testimony" (Luke 21:12-13).

When we are tested, will we stand up for what is right or shrink from potential

pain? Will our beliefs have strong roots or shallow? Let's prepare our hearts to

be fertile ground with deep roots.

Let's be ready to stand up for life's uninvited guests.

- by Mary Mullins


The Expensive Trash Bag 38

It's always the small things.

During the annual running of the Indianapolis 500 Mile Race several years ago,

the lead car began to overheat and was forced to make an unexpected pit

stop. The crew frantically inspected every area of the car looking for the

cause of the problem. With each passing second, the car fell further behind

in the race. Unable to identify the problem, the crew sent the car back out

onto the track.

The car continued to overheat, with sensors indicating the temperatures were

now reaching critical levels. The car was again forced to make a pit

stop. Again the crew checked over the car. They inspected the car's engine,

hoses, belts and fluids. Quite by accident, one of the crewmembers

looked into one of the air intakes and saw something unusual. He reached in

and removed a small plastic trash bag.

The bag had been pulled into the intake and had been blocking the airflow,

preventing it from properly cooling the engine. The car went back onto the

track but by now was so far behind it had no chance of winning the race.

A plastic bag. It costs less than one cent. Yet it prevented this racecar from

winning the hundreds of thousands of dollars in prize money associated with

this race. You could call it the 'World's Most Expensive Trash Bag'.

It's always the small things. Throughout history, we are reminded of this again

and again. With Adam and Eve, it was their decision to eat the fruit from the


tree God had told them not to eat from that forced them out of paradise. With

Esau, it was a bowl of soup that he traded for his birthright. With Judas, it was

for 30 silver coins that he betrayed Jesus Christ.

Fruit. A bowl of soup. 30 silver coins. A plastic bag. Small things, really. By

themselves they are harmless, innocent, good and useful. Yet they are

symbols of larger decisions that resulted in tragic consequences.

It is a question that I am forced to ask myself all the time. What am I giving

priority in my life? What is it that is standing between myself and a deeper

relationship with Jesus Christ. Is it Pride? Time? Money?

We are given a simple directive in Matthew 6:33: "But seek first his kingdom

and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you as well." It is

my sincere desire to put Jesus Christ first in every area of my life.

How about you?

What is it that may be keeping you from experiencing a closer walk and

deeper relationship with Jesus Christ? What are the things that you need to

let go of as you seek Him first?

"Dear Lord Jesus, There is nothing more worthy of our praise than you. Help

us to put You first in every area of our lives every day. Amen."

- by Roy Irwin


The Coal Basket 39

The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm with his young grandson. Each

morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-

out Bible.

His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't

understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What

good does reading the Bible do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal

basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water."

The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get

back to the house.

The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and

sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.

This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home.

Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket,"

and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water.

You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch

the boy try again.


At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather

that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got far at all.

The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the

basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked

different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or

remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out."

That is the work of God in our lives.

To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son.

Take time to read a portion of God's word each day, you will never regret you did.

- by Olumida Bada


Paid In Full 40 After living what I felt was a "decent" life, my time on earth came to the end.

The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I

thought to be a court house. The doors opened and I was instructed to come

in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor. " He was a villainous looking gent

who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have

ever seen.

I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, a kind and gentle

looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me. I felt I knew Him.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes.

He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room. I

couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He

said, "Let us begin."

The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you

why this sinner belongs in hell."

He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in the past when I

cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my

life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney,


as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.

As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally

upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at

all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my

life -- couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?

Satan finished with a fury and said, "This sinner belongs in hell, and is guilty of

all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise."

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked

if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong

objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward.

As He got up and started walking, I was able

to see Him in His full splendor and majesty.

I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my

Lord and my Savior.

He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, "Hi, Dad," and then He

turned to address the court.

"Satan was correct in saying that this man had sinned, I won't deny any of

these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this sinner deserves

to be punished."

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and

proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so that this person might have


eternal life and he has accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."

My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the book of life and no one can

snatch him from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be

given justice, but rather mercy."

As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, "There

is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all."

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following

words resounded from His lips: "This man is free. The penalty for him has

already been paid in full. Case dismissed."

As my Lord embraced me and led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and

raving, "I won't give up, I will win the next one."

I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, "Have you

ever lost a case?"

Christ lovingly smiled and said, "Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me

to represent them has received the same verdict as you, 'PAID IN FULL.'"

- Author Unknown


A Rich In The Church 41 I'll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12,and my older

sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew

what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before,

leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money.

By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A

month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter

offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and

give sacrificially.

When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50

pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save

$20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our

electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio,

we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and

yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could.

For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to

sell for $1.

We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives.

Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night

we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy

having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in

church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering


would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had

reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering.

The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the

manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change.

We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so

much money before.

That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we

wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering.

We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring.

We didn't own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home,

but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her

shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet.

But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith

girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I

felt rich.

When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row

from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20.

As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a

surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs

with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car.

Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with


an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word.

She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three

crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills.

Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at

the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white

trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't

have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters

and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware

and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night.

We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew

we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we

were poor.

That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money

for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my

dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed--I didn't even want to go back

to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor!

I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of

over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I

decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was

all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got

dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came

home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we

wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn't

know. We'd never known we were poor. We didn't want to go to church on

Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk

on the way.


Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At

church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa

made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs.

He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all

sacrifice to help these poor people?" We looked at each other and smiled for

the first time in a week.

Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to

Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the

offering. When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a

little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large

offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in

this church."

Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100."

We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From

that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am

because I have Jesus!

[ forwarded by Willard Caddell, who was a very rich man]


The Six Letter Word 42

I was taught a lesson that just six simple letters could make a difference.

Those six letters made the word - SILENT.

Those letters when rearranged also spell the word - LISTEN.

I never truly understood that until the day I stood silent and learned there was

more to life than everyday living.

When you don't take the time to listen and be silent then everything is easily

taken for granted.

The things I wasn't silent for and listened for, I now miss the most.

A simple I love you from my children.

The request of a loved one that I was too busy for at the time.

Little did I know, that if I stayed quiet and savored things, I could have

imprinted their voices in my mind and made memories that would have lasted.

The one thing I always will be thankful for is that I learned my lesson and

heeded the call. But also that God truly is silent and listened for my every

need, but in return if I'm silent, I can also hear from Him.

- Author Unknown


Little Boy 43

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising

the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.

As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls.

He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, "these

puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,

he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've

got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here Dolly!" he

called.

Out from the doghouse and down ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of

fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced

with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed


something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.

Down the ramp it slid. Then in a awkward manner, the little pup began

hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that

puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs

would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began

rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running

down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself,

and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.

Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

- Author Unknown


Your Angel 44

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.

The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but

how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one. Your angel will be waiting

for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do

anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day.

And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when

people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will

ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to

speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to

pray."

"I've heard that on Earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?"


God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the

way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could

be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please

tell me my angel's name."

"Her name is not important. You will simply call her 'Mom'."

- Author Unknown


Are Your God’s Wife ? 45

On a cold day in December, some years ago, a little boy, about 10-years-old,

was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through

the window, and shivering with cold.

A lady approached the young boy and said, "My, but you're in such deep

thought staring in that window."

"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boy's reply.

The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get

half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a

basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.

She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves,

knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.

By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair on the boy's

feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.

She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted

him on the head and said, "No doubt, you will be more comfortable now."

As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking

up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her, "Are you God's wife?"

- Author Unknown


Perspective of Life 46

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the

country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be

considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.

"Oh yeah," said the son.

"So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?" asked the father.

The son answered:

"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.

We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a

creek that has no end.

We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night...

Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.


We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond

our sight.

We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs.

We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect

them."

The boy's father was speechless.

Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if

we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we

don't have.

Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!

- Author Unknown


The Many Names of Christ 47

To the ARTIST, He is the One Altogether Lovely.

To the ARCHITECT, He is the Chief Corner Stone.

To the BAKER , He is the Living Bread.

To the BANKER , He is the Hidden Treasure.

To the BIOLOGIST , He is the Life.

To the BUILDER , He is the Sure Foundation.

To the CARPENTER, He is the Door.

To the DOCTOR, He is the Great Physician.

To the EDUCATOR, He is the Great Teacher.

To the ENGINEER, He is the New and Living Way.

To the FLORIST, He is the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.

To the GEOLOGIST, He is the Rock of Ages.

To the HORTICULTURIST, He is the True Vine.

To the JUDGE, He is the Righteous Judge, Judge of All Men.

To the JEWELER , He is the Pearl of Great Price.

To the LAWYER , He is the Counselor, the Lawgiver, the Advocate.

To the NEWSPAPER, He is the Good Tidings of Great Joy.

To the OCULIST, He is the Light of the Eyes.

To the PHILANTHROPIST , He is the Unspeakable Gift.

To the PHILOSOPHER, He is the Wisdom of God.

To the PREACHER, He is the Word of God.

To the SCULPTOR, He is the Living Stone.

To the SERVANT, He is the Good Master.

To the STATESMAN , He is the Desire of All Nations.

To the STUDENT, He is the Incarnate Truth.

To the THEOLOGIAN , He is the Author and Finisher of our Faith.


To the TOILER, He is the Giver of Rest.

To the SINNER, He is the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of the World.

To the CHRISTIAN, He is the Son of the Living God, the Savior, the

Redeemer and the Lord.

To me...He is all of this and more,

He is my everything, my all in all.

What is He to you?

- Author Unknown


The Next Door Neighbor 48

A young man learns what is most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career,

and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in

pursuit of his dreams.

In the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often

no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and

nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is

Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly

remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought

of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were

doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the

fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.


"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure

you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this

business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he

thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his

hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no

children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see

the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack

paused for a moment. It was like crossing over

into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was

exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every

piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must

have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was

'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.


It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack

remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser

family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get

some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work

one day, Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a

package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next

three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and

looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was

difficult to read, but the return address caught his

attention.

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open

the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands

shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's

the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His

heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There

inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the


cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most...was...my time," Jack said to himself.

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his

appointments for the next two days.

"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments

that take our breath away.

- Author Unknown


A Letter From Your Father 49

Know deep in your spirit, I will always love you and will never forsake you.

You are "my child." I will always be with you, love you, protect you, and give

you strength. I am always with you. Feel my touch as I wipe your tears. Feel

my arms holding you and carrying you. Come to me with all your fears, anger,

questions.

I am always here for you. I love you so much. Look at the cross and see the

depth of my love. My child, when you hurt, I cry with you. I am never

unaffected by the pain my most precious child feels. Remember the day is in

my care. Come to me and I will show you the way. You may not understand,

but understand this--I am not here to hurt you but to give you life more

abundantly.

When you are walking in the valleys, know that I, Christ, and the Holy Spirit

are surrounding you.

I will never leave you.

I will never forsake you.

I will never abandon you.

I will always love you.

I will always want you.


You can always trust my ways are for your eternal life. My longing and work is

for you to be in my kingdom. We have and will always have a deep personal

relationship that delights me in your deepening intimacy with me. Do not be

afraid of me. Let me love you. I have seen all and I know you more that you

do.

Let me show you what a beautiful child I envisioned before the creation of time

and will help you become. Come to your Dad. My arms are always open, my

child.

I do and have always loved you.

Eternal, Unconditional Love,

Dad


The Pumpkin 50

A woman was asked by a co-worker,

"What is it like to be a Christian?"

She thought for a moment.

Then she answered, "It's like being a pumpkin."

The co-worker asked her to explain.

"Well, God picks you from the patch and brings you in

and washes off all the dirt on the outside that you

got from being around all the other pumpkins.

"Then He cuts off the top and takes all the yucky

stuff out from inside. He removes all those seeds of

doubt, hate and greed.

"Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts

His light inside of you to shine for all to see.

"It is our choice to either stay outside and rot on the

vine or come inside and be something new and bright."

-Author Unknown


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