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There are two kinds of
Those who say to God, "Thy will be done",
and those to whom
All right, then, have it your way."
~ C.S. Lewis ~
You say: "It's impossible" ~
God says: All things are possible
"I'm too tired" ~
God says: I will give you rest
You say: "Nobody really loves me" ~
God says: I love you
(John 3:16 & John 13:34)
You say: "I can't go on" ~
God says: My grace is sufficient
(II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm
You say: "I can't figure things out" ~
God says: I will
direct your steps
You say: "I can't do it" ~
God says: You can do all things
"I'm not able" ~
God says: I am able
(II Corinthians 9:8)
say: "It's not worth it" ~
God says: It will be worth it
You say: "I can't forgive myself" ~
God says: I
(I John1:9 & Romans 8:1)
You say: "I can't
God says: I will supply all your needs
You say: "I'm afraid" ~
God says: I have not given you
a spirit of fear
(II Timothy 1:7)
You say: "I'm always worried and
God says: Cast all your cares on ME
You say: "I don't have enough faith" ~
God says: "I've given
everyone a measure of faith"
You say: "I'm not
smart enough" ~
God says: I give you wisdom
You say: "I feel all alone" ~
God says: I will
never leave you or forsake you
~ author unknown ~
1997 -- Dick Shields made the
Pittsburgh newspapers on his 75th birthday on Jan. 11 for his remarkable
Among the medical traumas from which he has
recovered: in a coma near death for a week after a burst
appendix... three times a broken neck (once while falling out of bed
during recuperation from a previous broken neck) ...a broken back;
triple-bypass heart surgery... a grapefruit-sized blockage of a blood
vessel... a fungus that ate the skin off his feet... and duty during World
War II that included hand-marking of active mines.
apparently without irony: "I'd have to say I've been truly blessed."
My Day In Court
After living a "decent" life my
time on earth came to an end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a
bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a courthouse. 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 lawyer, a kind and gentle-looking man whose appearance seemed
very familiar to me.
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 and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. As he took
his seat behind the bench, he said "Let us begin."
rose and said "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man
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 couldn't look at anyone,
even my own lawyer, 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 representative 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've done.
Satan finished with a fury and
said "This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all that I have charged
and there is not a person who can prove otherwise. Justice will finally be
served this day."
When it was his turn, my lawyer 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 now in his full splendor and
majesty. Now 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 wages of sins is death and this man
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 replied "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 and the following words bellowed from his lips:
"This man is free ~ the penalty for him has already been paid in full;
As my Lord led me away I could hear Satan ranting
and raving, "I won't give up, I'll win the next one."
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
Oh what a blessing! There is no greater commandment than
to love your neighbor as yourself.
Father, I ask you to bless my
friends reading this right now! Lord, show them a new revelation of Your
love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this
Where there is pain, give them Your peace & mercy.
Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence in Your
ability to work through them.
Where there is tiredness, or
exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, patience, & strength
as they learn submission to Your leading.
Where there is spiritual
stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness, and by
drawing them into greater intimacy with You.
Where there is fear,
reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage.
Where there is
a sin blocking them, reveal it, and break its hold over my friend's life.
Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up
leaders, and friends to support, and encourage them. Give each of them
discernment to recognize the demonic forces around them, and reveal to
them the power they have in You to defeat it.
I ask You to do
these things in Jesus' name! AMEN ... ~
author unknown ~
As The Twig is
The child stood sadly looking
Staring at something on the ground.
Her mother's words were
harsh and sharp;
She felt them tearing her apart.
tears rolled down her cheek,
But still she stood, mute and meek.
knew somehow she was rejected,
Although physically, she was not
She wasn't yet in her teens,
Just a tomboy, in blue
She had learned to live with pain;
Throughout her days, it
Again her mind wondered, "Why?"
know, by and by.
There must be something awfully wrong,
she'd known it all along.
Maybe it was her own plain
She'd read of it in some books.
How to a mother of unusual
Her plain child might be an unwanted duty.
mother was so fair.
If there was any trouble there,
The fault must
surely be her own,
Oh, how she wished that she was grown.
she would go away and hide,
While her heart just ached and
Finally the hurting words had ceased,
From their cruel blows
she was released.
So she turned and walked away,
She knew better
than to stay.
In her room she closed her door,
And cried 'till she
could cry no more.
Then she prepared herself for bed,
face, with eyes so red.
She wished her Mom would hug her tight.
just once, kiss her goodnight.
At last she crawled into her
Silently, her prayers were said.
"Please, Lord, just let Mom
And, oh, so good I'll always be."
The years have
passed, the scene has changed,
Mother and daughter still remain.
mother now is growing old,
The child, once warm, has grown so
Somehow, the roles are now reversed,
The mother's last,
The daughter's first,
The beauty, too, has been exchanged.
that nature rearranged.
The child, now grown, has beauty
There is none other to compare,
While the mother has grown old
Her loveliness has passed away.
The mother looks up at
her, now grown, child,
And tries to please her, with a smile.
the daughter coldly turns away,
She's much too busy to stop
Let the old lady sit awhile,
She's not about to change
She walks out, with no good-bye,
And the old mother
starts to cry.
Oh, if she could only just erase,
from her daughter's face.
If she'd just come and hug her tight,
kiss her withered face goodnight.
If those lost years she could
She'd live them over, one and all.
She'd give the love, she
now so longs to get,
And then be rid of this regret.
knows, this can't be so.
Years don't come back, once they go.
must live with being spurned,
The things she taught, were so well
So I leave you, with this thought:
Please take heed,
least you get caught.
Live long enough and you will see,
As the twig
is bent, so grows the tree.
It was very cold and the fading light was
giving way to darkness on a late October afternoon. I was watching
my husband and a friend run their radio control power boats on the pond a
few blocks from our home.
We had been married about two
years. A second marriage for both of us. We had a rather
normal, "middle American" life-style. We talked about God being a
part of our life, attended church fairly regularly, and met with a Bible
Study Group one evening a week. On this bleak, winter afternoon,
however, we were lifted out of the ordinary into the realm of people who
know God by experience.
This was the "maiden voyage" of the
miniature hydroplane my husband had just finished building. It had a
very special paint job, done by the younger of his two sons. During
the previous "weekend with Dad" he had laboriously covered it with
intricate paintings of Darth Vader, Star Fighters and Ty Fighters, in
keeping with the present "Star Wars" craze sweeping the country. We
had seen the movie something like seven times already! Actually, it
had been a labor of love and growing close again for both of them.
We decided to get in just one more run before dark. Out
across the pond the little black boat flew, farther and farther away from
us, until it was only a tiny speck on the far shore, the length of a
couple of city blocks or a football field away... then suddenly, it
sputtered, coughed, and died in the water! Now any avid hobbyist
will tell you that you don't go home and leave a brand new, special, boat
dead in the water to float to shore... maybe to pick it up in the
morning... oh no!
So... around the pond to the south end... a
couple of blocks from where his friend and I are watching... goes the
captain of the boat. We watched as he waded into the icy water after
his boat... jeans, jacket, tennis shoes and all. We watched as he
waded out until the water was lapping around his knees, and with every
step the boat appears to be moving farther and farther away from him.
Then, without warning, we saw him disappear under the water.
He had stepped off into the channel made by the stream that fed the
pond. He was in over his head in a heartbeat! And all we could
do was watch! We stood helplessly on the opposite bank and I
screamed at his friend to help him. Neither of us could swim!
Oh God, help! We watched him struggle to the surface of the water a
second time! He was drowning out there! Neither of us could do
anything about it! Oh GOD, HELP!!
I mentioned it was
October, cold and approaching dark. Also, the pond was surrounded
with an exceptionally nasty variety of burrs we Westerners affectionately
call "bull heads" or "Texas tacks." This charming weed produces a
burr with a hard, very sharp thorn that is capable of flattening a bicycle
tire with a single poke. Thick soled tennis shoes are barely
adequate protection from their misery.
Suddenly, in the
midst of our panic, we watched a young man, maybe 16 or 18, barefooted,
dressed in cut-off blue jeans run into the water at the east end of the
pond and swim to where Dick was struggling to the surface for the third
and perhaps final time. It takes longer to write about it than it
took to happen. Swimming lifeguard style, the young man brought my darling
husband to the shore where we were standing.
Tears streaming down
my face, I begged Dick to be all right. "Are you OK? Are you
SURE you're OK?" "Yes, yes! I'm fine," he assured me. Then we
all turned at once to thank the boy and ask if he was OK, too. I
remember thinking there was a warm blanket in the trunk of the car, and he
must be freezing, dressed... or undressed... as he was. I was
going to ask if we could take him home.
But he was gone!
There was no one running away across the park area. There was no one
riding away on a bicycle and there were no cars in sight. HE WAS GONE!
In the years since then we have often looked back and thought...
any one of us, given the ability to swim, would save a life if we
could. And I suppose there are those who would count what we
experienced as a coincidence. Perhaps we would too, except for one
In the crisis, we'd forgotten all about the
boat. It had been easily 20 or 30 feet in front of Dick when he
stepped into deep water and went under. As we turned and started for
the car, there at Dick's feet, was his boat
As I said, anyone of us
would probably save a life if we could; but only God would give you back
your life and your toy!.........
~ author unknown ~
I called tonight
to talk a little while...
I need a friend who'll listen to my anxiety
You see, I can't quite make it through a day just on my
I need your love to guide me, so I'll never feel alone.
want to ask you please to keep, my family safe and sound.
Come and fill
their lives with confidence for whatever fate they're bound.
faith, Dear God, to face each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry
over things I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being
home and listening to my call.
For giving me such good advice when I
stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one, that answers
I never get a busy signal, never had to pay a dime.
So thank you God for listening to my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, Too, and I'll call again
~ author unknown ~
There once was a little boy who
wanted to meet God. He knew it was long trip to where God lived, so he
packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer, and he
started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met
an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take
a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry
so he offered her a Twinkie. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.
Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered
her a root beer. Once again, she smiled at him. The boy was
They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but
they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was
and he got up to leave but before he had gone more than a few steps; he
turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him
her biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own
house a short time later his mother was surprised by the look of joy on
his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could
respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy,
returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face
and he asked, "Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?"
She replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." But before her
son responded, she added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we under-estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind
word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of
caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come
into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all
equally! ....~ author unknown ~
"Be not forgetful to
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
.. Hebrews 13:2 ..
changed, † not taken away.
To live in
hearts we leave behind is not to die.
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