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| 7 Degrees of Grace |
| Hi! This is my collection of inspirational and spiritual writings. The aim of these pages is to motivate us on our journey of spiritual discovery and revelation. It is my hope that you come away feeling enlightened and inspired by it. |
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| What’s Precious Is… |
| 2007-09-14 01:14:27 |
A young man learns what’s 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. There, in the rush of his busy [...]...
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| Precious Gifts |
| 2007-09-12 01:14:27 |
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the [...]...
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| God Answers Prayers Of Paralyzed Little Boy |
| 2007-09-10 01:14:11 |
San Francisco, 9 December 1998 – For as long as he can remember, 7-year-old Timmy Yu has had one precious dream: From the bottom of his heart, he has hoped against hope that God would someday hear his prayer to walk again. Though many thought Timmy’s heavenly plea would never be answered, his dream finally [...]...
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| A Hot Water Bottle |
| 2007-09-07 01:14:44 |
One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter.
We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity [...]...
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| Does God Still Answer Prayers? |
| 2007-09-04 23:12:32 |
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice. The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?”
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones [...]...
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| In The Midst Of Darkness |
| 2007-09-03 01:14:49 |
Imagine for a moment that you’re in a large hall that has no windows or doors to let in outside light. The place is so black you can’t see anything, not even your hand in front of your face. There’s nothing around you but complete darkness!
Now, imagine one little lightning bug flying around that hall. [...]...
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| A Pair Of Good Ears Will Drain Dry A Hundred Tongues |
| 2007-09-01 01:14:35 |
How many times have you ever heard someone say, “Nobody ever listens to me!”? And how many people go through life frustrated because there truly is nobody who will take the time to really listen to what they have to say? Everybody wants to talk, but so few want to listen!
There is a story which [...]...
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| Just Listen |
| 2007-08-31 08:14:43 |
I suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. And especially if it’s given from the heart. When people are talking, there’s no need to do anything but receive them. Just take [...]...
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| The Red Mahogany Piano |
| 2007-08-28 08:14:54 |
Many years ago, when I was a young man in my twenties, I worked as a salesman for a St. Louis piano company. We sold our pianos all over the state by advertising in small town newspapers and then, when we had received sufficient replies, we would load our little trucks, drive into the area [...]...
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| The God Who Feeds My Soul |
| 2007-08-19 08:14:55 |
What bread is to hunger, Jesus claims to be for the soul.
Travel to almost any country and sit in any restaurant and they’ll serve you bread. Bread is a staple. If the poor have nothing, they have bread. If the rich have everything, they still have bread. Bread is not regional food nor a national [...]...
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| Our Cross |
| 2007-08-17 08:14:29 |
The young man was at the end of his rope. Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer. “Lord, I can’t go on,” he said. “I have a too heavy cross to bear.”
The Lord replied, “My son, if you can’t bear its weight, just place your cross inside this room. Then, open [...]...
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| Ten Secrets |
| 2007-08-14 08:14:22 |
The First Secret - The Power Of Thought
Love begins with our thoughts. We become what we think about. Loving thoughts create loving experiences and loving relationships. Affirmations can change our beliefs and thoughts about others and ourselves. If we want to love someone, we need to consider their needs and desires. Thinking about your ideal [...]...
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| Love Works Miracles |
| 2007-08-12 08:14:58 |
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levi’s factory closed, he’d been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.
It was a lonely road. Not [...]...
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| Grandfather And The Wooden Bowl |
| 2007-08-12 08:14:33 |
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. [...]...
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| On Gossip & Slander |
| 2007-08-10 08:14:04 |
In his remarkable work entitled “The Book of Jewish Values”, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin relates a 19th century Jewish folktale about a man who went about town slandering his rabbi. One day, realizing that many of the things he had said were unfair, he went to the rabbi’s home and begged for forgiveness. The rabbi told [...]...
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| Corrie Ten Boom On Forgiveness |
| 2007-08-07 08:14:06 |
Cornelia Johanna Arnalda ten Boom, generally known as Corrie ten Boom (15 April 1892 – 15 April 1983) has long been honored by evangelical Christians as an exemplary example of Christian faith in action. Arrested by the Nazis along with the rest of her family for hiding Jews in their Haarlem home during the Holocaust, [...]...
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| Forgiveness: No Fishing Allowed! |
| 2007-08-05 08:14:56 |
A pastor’s son and his mom had been to a shopping mall and the boy had badly misbehaved, whining for this and that, running off, etc. As they were driving home, the boy could sense his mother’s displeasure and said, “Mother, when we ask God to forgive us when we are bad, He does, doesn’t He?” She replied, “Yes, He does.” The boy continued, “And when He forgives us, He buries our sins in the deepest sea, doesn’t He? The mom replied, “Yes, that’s what the Bible says.” The boy was silent for awhile and then said, “I’ve asked God to forgive me, but I bet when we get home, you’re going to go fishing for those sins, aren’t you?”
Too often, we do “go fishing” for other people’s sins. But one of the wonderful aspects of God’s forgiveness is that He promises to remember our sins no more (Isa. 43:25; Jer. 31:34). The past — with its iniquities, brokenness, and self-recr...
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| Donuts For The Class |
| 2007-08-03 08:14:03 |
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 onto 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...
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| Move The Rock |
| 2007-08-01 08:14:09 |
A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin.
The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might.
This the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore, and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.
Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, Satan decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man’s mind:
“You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn’t budged. Why kill yourself over this? You are never going to move it.”
Thus giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure, these thoughts d...
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| The Dumpster Kitty And The Hand Of God |
| 2007-07-31 08:14:11 |
This is a true story that happened early this morning, but it really began this past Friday. Every Tuesday and Friday I fly our plane to a regional medical center, where we are assisting them with several projects. After I flew back on Friday, I had to drive to the office to drop off some papers and pick up some others I needed to work on over the weekend. I put my briefcase on the small conference table in my office and took out several folders and took out the papers and filing, picked up the new papers and put everything back into my briefcase, or at least I thought I had, for I don’t remember seeing anything left on the table. Well, when I got home and started to write up some of the minutes of the day’s events, one of my folders was missing. So, I debriefed myself as much ...
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| Size Of The Heart |
| 2007-07-28 08:14:44 |
“She keeps repeating it over and over again. We’ve been back to this shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,” the woman told the volunteer.
“What is it she keeps asking for?” she asked.
“Puppy size!”
“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 in frustration.
Just then the young child came walking into the office. “Well, did you find one?”
“No, not this time,” she 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.
The young child took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. “Don’t worry, I bet we’ll find one this weekend,&rdqu...
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| A Faithful Dog |
| 2007-07-27 08:14:52 |
A faithful dog will play with you
And laugh with you - or cry -
He’ll gladly starve to stay with you
Nor ever reason why,
And when you’re feeling out of sorts
Somehow he’ll understand
He’ll watch you with his shining eyes
And try to lick your hand.
His blind, implicit faith in you
Is matched by his great love -
The kind that all of us should have
In the master, up above.
When everything is said and done
I guess this isn’t odd
For when you spell “dog” backwards
You get the name of God.
By Kathryn Brashier
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| A Dog Named Lucky |
| 2007-07-24 08:14:01 |
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, named Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky’s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease… she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her… what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through....
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| A Dog Named Lucky |
| 2007-07-24 08:14:01 |
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, named Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky’s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease… she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her… what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through....
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| Where Do You Run? |
| 2007-07-21 08:14:26 |
My friend tells the story of something that happened while his dad was deer hunting in the wilds of Oregon.
Cradling his rifle in the crook of his arms, his dad was following an old logging road nearly overgrown by the encroaching forest. It was early evening, and he was just thinking about returning to camp when a noise exploded in the brush nearby. Before he even had a chance to lift his rifle, a small blur of brown and white came shooting up the road straight for him.
My friend laughs as he tells the story.
“It all happened so fast, Dad hardly had time to think. He looked down and there was a little brown cottontail - utterly spent - crowded up against his legs between his boots. The little thing was trembling all over, but it just sat there and didn’t budge.
“Now this was really strange. Wild rabbits are frightened of people, and it’s not that often you’d ever actually see one - let alone have one come and sit at your feet.
“While Dad was puzzli...
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| Where Do You Run? |
| 2007-07-21 08:14:26 |
My friend tells the story of something that happened while his dad was deer hunting in the wilds of Oregon.
Cradling his rifle in the crook of his arms, his dad was following an old logging road nearly overgrown by the encroaching forest. It was early evening, and he was just thinking about returning to camp when a noise exploded in the brush nearby. Before he even had a chance to lift his rifle, a small blur of brown and white came shooting up the road straight for him.
My friend laughs as he tells the story.
“It all happened so fast, Dad hardly had time to think. He looked down and there was a little brown cottontail - utterly spent - crowded up against his legs between his boots. The little thing was trembling all over, but it just sat there and didn’t budge.
“Now this was really strange. Wild rabbits are frightened of people, and it’s not that often you’d ever actually see one - let alone have one come and sit at your feet.
“While Dad was puzzli...
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| The Butterfly Lesson |
| 2007-07-19 08:14:23 |
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
So the man decided to help the butterfly, He he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the t...
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| The Butterfly Lesson |
| 2007-07-19 08:14:23 |
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
So the man decided to help the butterfly, He he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the t...
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| No Hands But Your Hands |
| 2007-07-17 08:14:31 |
Larry Gilbert tells of a little church yard in France where a beautiful statue of Jesus with outstretched arms once stood.
During World War II, a beautiful statue of Jesus was badly damaged by the bombing in France.
When the fighting had passed the village, the villagers gathered up the pieces of the broken statue, which had been located in front of their church, and began to repair it. As they patiently set about their task, even the scars seemed to add to its beauty in their eyes. Every part of the statue was repaired but one - the hands were never found.
Some of the people said, “What good is our Jesus without hands?”.
“A Christ without hands is no Christ at all!” someone else said sadly.
So someone suggested that they try to get a new statue. Then another person in the group came up with the idea that prevailed. He suggested that a brass plaque be attached to the statue’s base that would read: “I have no hands but yours.”
Years later someo...
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| No Hands But Your Hands |
| 2007-07-17 08:14:31 |
Larry Gilbert tells of a little church yard in France where a beautiful statue of Jesus with outstretched arms once stood.
During World War II, a beautiful statue of Jesus was badly damaged by the bombing in France.
When the fighting had passed the village, the villagers gathered up the pieces of the broken statue, which had been located in front of their church, and began to repair it. As they patiently set about their task, even the scars seemed to add to its beauty in their eyes. Every part of the statue was repaired but one - the hands were never found.
Some of the people said, “What good is our Jesus without hands?”.
“A Christ without hands is no Christ at all!” someone else said sadly.
So someone suggested that they try to get a new statue. Then another person in the group came up with the idea that prevailed. He suggested that a brass plaque be attached to the statue’s base that would read: “I have no hands but yours.”
Years later someo...
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| A Spider’s Web |
| 2007-07-14 08:14:53 |
Robert the Bruce, a young soldier, found himself in a terrible battle during the Scottish Reformation around 1300. The enemy was soundly defeating this young man’s army. He and his comrades found themselves hastily retreating from the battlefield in defeat, running away in fear of their lives. The enemy gave chase. This young man ran hard and fast, full of fear and desperation. Soon he found himself separated from his comrades in arms.
He eventually came upon a rocky ledge containing a cave. Knowing the enemy was close behind, and exhausted from the chase, he chose to hide there. After he crawled in, he fell to his face in the darkness, desperately crying to God to save him and protect him from his enemies. He also made a bargain with God, one which I (and perhaps you too?) have made before. He promised that if God would save him, he would serve Him for the remainder of his days.
When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider beginning to weave its web at t...
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| A Spider’s Web |
| 2007-07-14 08:14:53 |
Robert the Bruce, a young soldier, found himself in a terrible battle during the Scottish Reformation around 1300. The enemy was soundly defeating this young man’s army. He and his comrades found themselves hastily retreating from the battlefield in defeat, running away in fear of their lives. The enemy gave chase. This young man ran hard and fast, full of fear and desperation. Soon he found himself separated from his comrades in arms.
He eventually came upon a rocky ledge containing a cave. Knowing the enemy was close behind, and exhausted from the chase, he chose to hide there. After he crawled in, he fell to his face in the darkness, desperately crying to God to save him and protect him from his enemies. He also made a bargain with God, one which I (and perhaps you too?) have made before. He promised that if God would save him, he would serve Him for the remainder of his days.
When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider beginning to weave its web at t...
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| To Somebody You May Be The World |
| 2007-07-12 08:14:45 |
A Christian woman worked at an asylum and she believed that every one of God’s creatures needed love, concern, and care. She knew of a girl called Little Annie. Annie was confined in a cell in the basement and was seen as a hopeless case. For months the Christian woman tried to talk with Little Annie, but it was like talking to an empty cell. She would read to her, pray for her, and bring special treats.
After several months, Little Annie responded to the love and she was given a second chance at treatment. After two years she was told she could leave the asylum. She chose to not leave. She was so grateful for the love and attention of the Christian woman that she decided to stay and love others as she had been loved.
Nearly half a century later, Helen Keller was honored in England as one of the most inspiring women in the Untied States. When asked to what she would attribute her success at overcoming blindness and deafness, Helen Keller replied, “If it hadn’t been fo...
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| To Somebody You May Be The World |
| 2007-07-12 08:14:45 |
A Christian woman worked at an asylum and she believed that every one of God’s creatures needed love, concern, and care. She knew of a girl called Little Annie. Annie was confined in a cell in the basement and was seen as a hopeless case. For months the Christian woman tried to talk with Little Annie, but it was like talking to an empty cell. She would read to her, pray for her, and bring special treats.
After several months, Little Annie responded to the love and she was given a second chance at treatment. After two years she was told she could leave the asylum. She chose to not leave. She was so grateful for the love and attention of the Christian woman that she decided to stay and love others as she had been loved.
Nearly half a century later, Helen Keller was honored in England as one of the most inspiring women in the Untied States. When asked to what she would attribute her success at overcoming blindness and deafness, Helen Keller replied, “If it hadn’t been fo...
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| The Cracked Pot |
| 2007-07-10 08:14:47 |
A water bearer in India had two large pots; one hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. However, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I ...
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| The Cracked Pot |
| 2007-07-10 08:14:47 |
A water bearer in India had two large pots; one hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. However, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I ...
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| The Flames Of Love |
| 2007-07-07 08:14:05 |
“We’ll tell somebody that we love them and in the same breath, we’ll talk about how much we love a new car, or a certain pair of pants. I mean, I love my wife, and I also love tacos?”
Do you think the word “love” loses its meaning when we use it for so many things?
Does it affect our understanding of what real love is?
Song of Songs was originally written in the Hebrew language, which has at least three different words for our English word ‘love’.
I want to share with you all about love: Raya, Ahava, and Dod (in Hebrew) or as they’re more commonly known (as closely as they can be translated) in the Greek: Philia, Agapé, and Eros. The Greeks and the Hebrews understood that with so many different types of love, one needed to differentiate between them.
Philia is where we get the word Philadelphia or the “city of brotherly love,” because Philia means brotherly love. Agapé is a perfect love that one does nothing for. It is the ultimat...
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| Make A Difference |
| 2007-07-05 08:14:37 |
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last.
However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy...
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| In The Valleys |
| 2007-07-03 08:14:12 |
Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It’s then I have to remember
That it’s in the valleys I grow.
If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God’s love
And would be living in vain.
I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it’s in the valleys I grow.
I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.
My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan’s loss.
Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I’m feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it’s in the valleys I grow.
Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.
Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glor...
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| Let’s Run Through The Rain |
| 2007-07-01 08:14:04 |
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...
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