March 29th 2012 6:16 am
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A beautiful poem about what our Savior's death must've felt like...
Can you just imagine
How Jesus felt that day
When they hung him on the cross
And took his life away
Can you imagine the Roman soldiers
As they mocked amd pierced his side
And as the blood flowed from Him
Jesus bowed his head and died
Can you imagine how His mother felt
As she kneeled at the feet of her Son
As the angry mob was crying
Crucify him, it is done
Can you imagine the two Mary's
When they went to the tomb that day
And found that the grave was empty
And the stone was rolled away
He's not here, He has risen
It was all in God's great plans
And the only proof that He ever died
Was the nail prints in His hands
Now, can you imagine what we'd have done
If that had been me or you
Could we have said "Father forgive them
For they know not what they do"
Written By: Jewell Gentry
March 26th 2012 7:05 am
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The Rented Room
Our house was directly across the street from the clinic
entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived
downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the
One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at
the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.
"Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I
stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing
was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.
Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come
to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a
treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no
bus 'til morning."
He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no
success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face...
I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more
For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me,
"I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus
leaves early in the morning."
I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.
I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready,
I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you.
I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.
When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk
with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that
this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body.
He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her
five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from
a back injury.
He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other
sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing.
He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was
apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him
the strength to keep going.
At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him.
When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded
and the little man was out on the porch.
He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus,
haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said,
"Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a
treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a
chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made
me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children
don't seem to mind."
I told him he was welcome to come again.
And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the
morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the
largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them
that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh.
I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m., and I wondered what time he
had to get up in order to do this for us.
In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never
a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables
from his garden.
Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special
delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young
spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed.
Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing
how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.
When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a
comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first
morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night?
I turned him away!
You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"
Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they
could have known him, perhaps their illness would have been
easier to bear. I know our family will always be grateful to
have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the
bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.
Recently, I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse.
As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one
of all, a golden chrysanthemum bursting with blooms.
But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty
bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it
in the loveliest container I had!"
My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she
explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be,
I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's
just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."
She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly,
but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.
"Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when
he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman.
"He won't mind starting in this small body."
All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden,
how tall this lovely soul must stand.
March 20th 2012 12:27 pm
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If Tomorrow Never Comes
If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming, you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right.
There will always be another day to say our "I love you's", And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget, Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear, Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay".
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today
March 19th 2012 12:41 pm
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Giving: A Pair of Pears
There was a king who had a daughter who was very ill. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her. She just seemed miserable and cried often.
One night the princess dreamed that if she ate a pair of very special pears she would get well. In order to learn what would make the pears so special, she would have to meet with each person who brought pears to her. Her mother the queen, decreed that whoever brought in the very special pears that healed the princess, would have the opportunity to marry the princess, if she wanted to marry him.
Hundreds of young men brought baskets of pears to the princess. She talked for a long time to each of the young men, and ate their pears, but none of them made her feel better.
One farmer who had very sweet and juicy pears as well as three sons told his eldest son, the most handsome of the three, to take a basket of pears to the princess. On the way to the princess the handsome son met a dwarf who related how hungry he was. The dwarf saw the basket and said, "You must be taking pears to heal the princess. Please give me a few pears so I will not starve."
The handsome son didn't want to give away even one pear, especially to a dwarf. He was afraid that any pear given away might turn out to be the special one of the pair that would heal the princess. Then he would lose the chance to marry her.
So he said to the hungry man, "The only pears I have in this basket are pairs of pig's feet." The hungry man, who was really the prophet Elijah in disguise, replied, "Amen! So shall it be." Then he walked away.
When the handsome son was brought to the princess, he opened his basket to show her his pears, and it was filled with pairs of pig's feet. The princess fainted. The king ordered the eldest son to be thrown out into the street.
When the handsome son returned home he didn't want to tell anybody what had happened so he just said that the pears didn't work. The farmer then decided to send his middle son, the one who was tall, strong and had lovely blond hair, to bring the farmer's best pears to the princess.
On the road to the castle the tall blond son also met Elijah, who was disguised this time as a poor beggar who was deaf in one ear. The blond son also didn't want to help the beggar, even though he seemed very hungry.
The tall blond son said, "I can't help you. The only pears I have in this basket are pairs of pig's ears." "Amen!" said Elijah, "so shall it be."
When the tall blond son was brought to the princess he opened his basket and it was filled to the top with pairs of pig's ears. The princess became nauseous and threw up. The king had the blond son thrown out the window into the street. When the middle son returned home he also didn't tell anybody what happened.
The youngest son wasn't very handsome, and he wasn't tall or blond, but he was very kind and considerate. He begged his father to let him go because he wanted to help the princess, although he didn't think she would want to marry him. On the road to the princess he also met Elijah disguised as a beggar with ugly sores and scabs all over his face and arms.
He felt sorry for the ugly beggar, and even before the beggar asked, he offered half of the pears in the basket to the man saying, "I pray these pears are good for you." Elijah took them and replied, "Amen! So shall it be good for you."
When the youngest son opened his basket before the princess she asked why it was only half filled with pears. He told her about offering half the basket of pears to the beggar who was covered with sores and scabs. The princess began to cry. The youngest son apologized for making her cry, but to his surprise she suddenly hugged him. They spent the whole day talking and the princess felt better and better. By the next day she was feeling great. A month later she told the youngest son she wanted to marry him, and that is what she did.
The boy's father could never figure out what was special about the pears that the youngest son brought to the princess
March 18th 2012 7:38 am
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“ Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. ”
Colossians 3:23 (NLT)
I've never had a lot of exposure to classical music, and I tend to listen to it without much appreciation. But I read a true story about a composer the other day that made me sit up and take notice.
Johann Sebastian Bach wrote each note as though God Himself was scrutinizing every musical bar and phrase. One of his most acclaimed works is The Passion According to St. Matthew, which has been called one of the greatest choral works ever written. Now here's what really got my attention: The Passion was performed only once while Bach was alive and wasn't all that well received. Just one performance. One.
Then a hundred years later, in 1829, Felix Mendelssohn obtained a copy from his teacher, who allegedly bought the original score from a merchant who was using it to wrap cheese. Mendelssohn's performance of the score was met with an appreciation and love that has never ebbed. This story certainly has God's fingerprints all over it.
What struck me particularly in the article, though, was this: At the beginning of almost all of his compositions, Bach wrote the abbreviation JJ for the Latin phrase Jesu juva, which means "Jesus help," and ended with SDG (Soli Deo Gloria), which is Latin for "To God Alone the Glory." This is just the reminder I need as I forge ahead in my life. All I do, every word I write, every action I take, everything belongs to God. To Him be the glory, always and forever.
Father, to You be the glory in all that I say and do.
March 17th 2012 9:06 am
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Who Is St. Patrick?
Today is March 17, St. Patrick's Day.
Most of us know of St. Patrick's Day but most don't know exactly
who St. Patrick was and what he did (other than he was a saint).
Patrick was born in Roman Britain in the early fourth century
into a wealthy family. Yes, Britain was conquered by the Roman
Empire at one point, thus Roman Britain but that's another
At the age of 16 Patrick was taken captive by Irish raiders and
taken to Ireland as a slave. He was told by God to flee his
captivity to the coast where he would board a ship and return to
Britain. Upon his return to Britain he studied to become a
In 432 God called Patrick back to Ireland though this time he
was a bishop. Patrick was instrumental in introducing
Christianity to Ireland. You can read the full story here:
B orn into wealth, taken as a slave, escaping and then told to go
back to help the people who enslaved him is not an easy path.
But his help changed his captor's world and future.
Someone has hurt you and/or cost you dearly in possessions.
You've escaped and yet the seeds of their trespass has produced
bitter fruit in their lives. Perhaps now they need your help.
Sometimes to make that journey back takes a saint.
We can all learn a lot from St. Patrick.
March 14th 2012 6:36 am
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Letting Go of the Familiar
But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.—Genesis 19:26
Letting go of the familiar is tough. Changing careers or colleges or moving to a new city can take an emotional toll on us. It’s even more difficult to leave behind old habits, attitudes and behaviors.
Lot’s wife wasn’t able to let go of her home in Sodom, even though God sent angels to warn her family to run for their lives because judgment was coming. In fact, the angels’ warnings included such grave commands as “Don’t look back” and “Don’t stop.”
Why in the world did this woman choose to stop and look back? Could it be that she loved the life she was leaving too much? Though Sodom was full to overflowing with sin and vice, apparently the dark and oppressive city was comfortably familiar to Lot’s wife.â€¨
It is difficult to leave the familiar behind. That fact is as true today as it was in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah’s destruction—even when God himself is saying, “It’s time to move on.” If you’ve ever struggled with a destructive habit, you’ve felt the pull of the familiar—even as you’ve sensed God’s nudge, “Move on now.” You’ve experienced the temptation to turn back just one more time, for one last look, one last taste, one last “fix”—even as God has whispered, “Don’t look back.” Maybe you’ve agonized over a loved one’s downward spiral, desperately attempting to rescue them time and time again—until finally God impressed upon you, “Stop. Let go.”
Unlike Lot’s wife, none of us has ever become a pillar of salt by turning back for one last peek. Yet we all struggle with the difficulties of letting go of the old in order to grasp the new. Take heart. God understands that letting go of the familiar is hard. Yet he has called us to move on to new life in Jesus Christ by letting go of our old worldly lives, our old habits, our old dreams—to boldly move forward without looking back. When you feel God’s call to move, allow him to guide you. He will give you the grace to do whatever he has asked.
What does the passage in today’s reading teach you about letting go in order to move forward?
Why is it so difficult sometimes to let go of the past?
What is one thing you think God may be asking you to let go of right now? Spend some time praying that God will help you let go of whatever is hindering you from moving forward in your spiritual journey.
March 14th 2012 5:57 am
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The Stone Cutter
This story will really make you think about where you are in life and where you wish you were. Maybe where you are right now is exactly where you're meant to be.
There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.
One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.
To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"
Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"
Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"
Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"
Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"
Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.
He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.
March 13th 2012 7:20 am
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The Christian Alphabet
We really like this one :)
A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame.
E ven when the times are hard
F ierce winds are bound to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you know.
I magine life without His love
J oy would cease to be
K eep thanking
H im for all the things
L ove imparts to thee.
M ove out of "Camp Complaining"
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone.
Q uit looking at the future
R edeem the time at hand
S tart every day with worship
T o "thank" is a command.
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky
W e'll run the race with gratitude
eX alting God most high.
Y es, there will be good times and yes some will be bad, but
Z ion waits in glory, where none are ever sad!
March 12th 2012 7:36 am
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"Before you assume, learn the facts. Before you judge, understand why. Before you hurt someone, feel. Before you speak, think."
Many of us choose not experience many things in life because of all of our pre-judgments that usually never have much of a basis or foundation to stand upon. Instead of just assuming we have to be willing to learn the facts. Instead of just judging we have to be willing to understand why and what a person may have acted in the manner they acted or why something is the way it is, there may very well be a valid reason for things we disapprove of and dont understand.
We must make conscious efforts not to hurt anyone, especially those who we seem to reciprocate the same kinds of feelings with, because at any point someone could easily hurt us just the same.
Before we speak we have to be willing to think about all of the things that we are going to say and how it may affect everything around us when we speak words into existence, because words are very powerful.
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