Category: Stories

One cold evening during the holiday season a little boy about six or seven years old was standing out in front of a store window. The little child had no shoes and his clothes were mere rags. A young woman passing by saw the little boy and could read the longing in his pale blue eyes. She took the child by the hand and led him into the store. There she bought him some new shoes and a complete suit of warm clothing. They came back outside into the street and the woman said to the child, “Now you can...

I refuse to be discouraged, To be sad, or to cry; I refuse to be downhearted, and here’s the reason why: I have a God who’s mighty, Who’s sovereign and supreme; I have a God who loves me, and I am on His team. He is all-wise and powerful. Jesus is His name; Though everything is changeable, My God remains the same. My God knows all that’s happening; Beginning to the end; His presence is my comfort; He is my dearest Friend. When sickness comes to weaken me, To bring my head down low, I call upon my mighty God;...

Another beautiful sunrise is shining, And casts sparkles among the trees, The sun rises higher each moment, Have we taken time, upon our knees? Do we hurry through, with God, in Prayer…. So we can rush about, this day? Do we take time….for others, to care? Or, are we “too busy”….to even Pray? The way of Life goes so much better, If we spend time with our Father, Remember Jesus…and ask for Guidance, And always Praying, daily, for one another. How quickly the day comes to an end, And the sun sinks…in the Western sky, God Loves us…and walks with...

One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students. To drive home a point, he used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high powered overachievers he said, “Okay, it is time for a quiz.” Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed Mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks...

I cannot serve two masters. I serve, but only one, for if I love some sinfulness, I hate God’s only Son. Could I walk in His sandals? Do I really understand? Of what would it encompass? Of what would it demand? Could I put up with some abuse, and could I humbly be, a whipping board of insults, for all to scoff at me? Could I withstand a whipping? Tell me, would I know, the pain down in my open wounds, torn flesh from every blow? Could I, but bear the privilege – to be a king renowned, my face...