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In some circles it is not “politically correct” to be considered a “bloody” Christian who believes in eternal salvation, but I am guilty of believing that once saved, always saved. I have been cleansed by and washed in the blood of Jesus. Knowing this, gives me a peace of God and peace with God to pillow my head every night knowing that whether I go or whether I stay, I’m a winner either way. Because I don’t deserve His salvation and did not do anything to earn it, sometimes, though, I wake up not feeling saved and wondering why God...
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Daddy’s Hand When I was six years old we lived in Oklahoma City in a neighborhood where we always kept the doors locked and bolted at night. To get out the back door, Daddy had a special key that opened the dead bolt from the inside. One night I was awakened suddenly by the sound of thunder, lightning and a torrential downpour. I rushed down the hall toward my parents’ room, but was stopped by billowing smoke and flames coming from the living room. Our house had been struck by lightning. I had to get out, but how? I couldn’t...
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The Seed A 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...
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A Sunday Stranger The parking lot filled rapidly on Sunday morning as members of the large church congregation filed into church. As usually happens in a church that size, each member had developed a certain comfort zone — a block of space within those four church walls that became theirs after the second or third sitting. It was as much a part of their church experience as the recliner was to the television at home. One morning a stranger stood at the edge of the parking lot near a dumpster. As families parked cars and piled out, they noticed him...
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How Was Your Life? He was a most remarkable man. A man of years clearly mapped out upon his face. Clean, well kept but not pretentious in his style or dress. I shook his hand and felt a mix of gentle wear and hardened, callus, leather-like skin. I would guess he labored most of his life, perhaps forced to stop long enough now to heal somewhat. His egg white eyes with movie star blue pupils slips you into a momentary trance, transfixed as they seem to cut into your heart. He wouldn’t notice you staring at him for he is...
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