I know the Shepherd
There was once a Shakespearean actor who was known everywhere for his one-man shows of readings and recitations from the classics. He would always end his performance with a dramatic reading of Psalm 23. Each night, without exception, as the actor began his recitation - "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want"..the crowd would listen attentively. And then, at the conclusion of the Psalm, they wold rise in thunderous applause in appreciation of the actor's incredible ability to bring the verse to life. But one night, just before the actor was to offer his customary recital of Psalm 23, a young man from the audience spoke up. "Sir, do you mind if tonight I recite Psalm 23?" The actor was quite taken back by this unusual request, but he allowed the young man to come forward and stand front and center on the stage to recite the Psalm, knowing that the ability of this unskilled youth would be no match for his own talent. With a soft voice, the young man began to recite the words of the Psalm. When he was finished, there was no applause. There was no standing ovation as on other nights. All that could be heard was the sound of weeping. The audience had been so moved by the young man's recitation that every eye was full of tears. Amazed by what he had heard, the actor said to the youth, "I don't understand. I have been performing Psalm 23 for years. I have a lifetime of experience and training - but I have never been able to move an audience as you have tonight. Tell me, what is your secret?" The young man quietly replied, "Well sir, you know the Psalm... I know the Shepherd."

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Akin Drum)


How Rich Are We?
One day a father and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "Very good Dad!" "Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. "Yeah!" "And what did you learn?" The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard; they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finished, his father was speechless. His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how 'poor' we are!" Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude towards life -- you've got everything! You can't buy any of these things. You may have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc.; but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing! Addendum -- 1 Timothy 6:17 (GNB) "Command those who are rich in the things of this life not to be proud, but to place their hope, not in such an uncertain thing as riches, but in God, who generously gives us everything for our enjoyment."

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


A Little Boys Temper
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily, gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said "you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one." You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. Make sure you control your temper the next time you are tempted to say something you will regret later.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: onesmartclick.com)


And A Meadow Lark Sang
"The child whispered, 'God, speak to me' And a meadow lark sang. The child did not hear. So the child yelled, 'God, speak to me!' And the thunder rolled across the sky But the child did not listen. The child looked around and said, 'God let me see you' and a star shone brightly But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, 'God show me a miracle!' And a life was born but the child did not know. So the child cried out in despair, 'Touch me God, and let me know you are here!' Whereupon God reached down And touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away And walked away unknowingly."

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Christmas Time
It's christmas time once more let's praise the king we adore raise our hands, loudly sing praise and honour to the King Jesus Christ is born today our light, our life, our way!! step back from the busy crowd take a breath and say out loud All praise all honor all glory to you Saviour Jesus we love you The greatest gift to give this time is to share this joy this Glorious time the most perfect gift to give is the touch of HIS love, HIS life, you live more precious than expensive scents and gold just capture the Christmas Spirit of old Let the Spirit of Christmas fall all around Let The name of the KING be the only sound Let everything Praise HIM so Jesus "we love you so" Reach out, touch that lonely hand let them feel you care, let them know you can make a difference, spread the glow of our Savior's love you show LORD! fill us with your love, your light!!! following you, life is so right Let your Spirit fall on us from above Let us all spread and spread "Christmas Love" Singing Alleluia Christ is born Alleluia it's Christmas morn Praise and Glory to the KING the Angels of Christmas appear Oh how your Glorious Spirit is so near!!! Your Precious Spirit spreads Glory from above And YOUR LOVE, surrounds us, so awesome, such love. Spread HIS LOVE to everyone Show HIS LOVE this day Let them know HE IS THE ONE!!!!! WE LOVE, WE FOLLOW EVERY DAY!!! And raise your hands and proudly say "WE LOVE YOU JESUS" HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! To God be the Glory in Jesus name ....AMEN May God Bless YOU and keep you in HIS care love your brother in CHRIST

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


A "Constructive" Criticism Victory!
Oh...she was terrible! Her voice was too low and garbled, she did not look up, she was slouched in the chair and her knees were visibly shaking. I can not believe her goal in life was to be a TV anchor woman. Of course, she was only 18 and this was only a Forensic competition. But, it was a District competition and the score I gave her determined if she would make it to the finals. I had put off doing my duty, as the parent of a speech team member, by being the judge for at least one Speech/Forensics competition. By procrastinating and waiting until the end of the year and judging the districts, little did I know that what I saw...what I heard and the score I gave them could effect the rest of their lives. As each student came in to be judged, I explained that, to me, they all deserved to get a (1)! (The perfect score) By the mere fact they were there, impressed the socks off of me. I can not imagine getting up in front of my peers, or complete strangers for that matter, and commanding the room. I did explain that 3 of them would have to get the 6, the 5, and the 4, but that it wasn't personal. I was frantic with my decisions. I did not want to crush one student's spirit. It was the end of the year, so only the best of the best were here. That had to mean something to them. I joked with them and tried to make them comfortable. I'm sure I looked a little goofy because I was so UNcomfortable. Some of these young adults were brilliant. I heard them in the halls talking about which colleges they were attending and what law schools and medical schools they planned to attend. Oh yes...I felt very intimidated at times. But, they were all polite...every last one of them. As I pondered the TV anchor lady's performance, I wondered how my words might influence the rest of the day's judging for her. I was only the first round that she would encounter. I thought carefully and ranked her 4th. I wondered if she'd ever been ranked higher than 6th? I carefully wrote: "You have everything it takes to be on TV except confidence in your self. Try looking the next judge in the eye and pretend she is the camera and there is no one else in the room. Straighten your shoulders, lift your head and smile. Show them proudly what kind of spirit you have, girlfriend! Best of luck...I believe in you!" I sighed and went on the next competition, which, HEAVEN HELP ME, was pantomime! That's probably the only thing worse than TV anchoring...well, besides poetry! I forgot about the girl~slash~young lady and tried to find my daughter to see how she thought she was doing. Well, my daughter won first place in HUMOR SOLO. We laughed and clapped and teared up and started for the car. I heard a voice screaming "JUDGE, JUDGE....STOP!" I turned around and there was the young lady whose aspirations were beyond my comprehension. "Oh, thank you! I won 3rd place in the finals! I'm going to STATE and it's all because of you!" I stood there stunned and unable to say anything. "You are the only judge that ever ranked me higher than a 6. You believed in me and now I'm believing in me! Thank you so much, I'll never forget you!" Off she ran to join her friends. So, I was taught a very valuable lesson about myself. When given a choice...ALWAYS take the high road. It takes very little thought to drag someone down...but, it's worth the added time to give them a few seconds of feeling good about themselves. I don't even remember her name. Hopefully, I will recognize her on the TV some years from now. I know one thing....she sure made my millennium.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


The Lonely Ember
A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his pastor's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a big chair near the fireplace and waited. The pastor made himself comfortable but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the play of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet fascination. As the one lone ember's flame diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and "dead as a doornail."

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


The Minister
One of the toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister. The chairman of the official board undergoing this painful process finally lost patience. He'd just witnessed the Pastoral Selection Committee reject applicant after applicant for various minor faults -- real or imagined. It was time, he thought, for a bit of soul-searching on the part of the committee. So, after the meeting adjourned, he wrote a letter to the Pastoral Selection Committee, which he stood-up and read at the next Pastoral Selection meeting. Supposedly, the letter was from another Pastoral applicant. Gentlemen: Understanding your pulpit is vacant, I should like to apply for the position. I have many qualifications. I've been a preacher with much success and also had some success as a writer. Some say I'm a good organizer. I've been a leader most places I've been. I'm over 50 years of age and have never preached in one place for more than three years. In some places, I have had to leave town after my preaching caused riots and disturbances. I must admit I have been in jail three or four times, but not because of any real wrong-doing. My health is not too good, but I still accomplish a great deal. The churches I have preached in have been small, though located in large cities. I've not gotten along well with religious leaders in some of the towns where I have preached. In fact, some have threatened me, and even attacked me physically. I am not too good at keeping records. I have been known to forget whom I have baptized. However, if you can use me, I promise to do my very best for you. The chairman than turned to the other committee members and said, "Well, what do you think? Shall we call him?" The good church committee members were appalled! Consider a sickly, trouble-making, absent-minded, ex-jailbird? Are you crazy, they asked? Who signed that application? Who had such colossal gall to think we would consider someone like that to be our church minister? The chairman of the board eyed all the committee members keenly before he replied -- "It's signed: 'The Apostle Paul.'"

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


Justice was Done
Several years ago in California, a young woman was stopped for speeding. She was given a ticket and sentenced to appear before the judge. The Judge read off her citation and asked, "What is your plea? Guilty or not guilty?" "Guilty your honor," she replied. The Judge brought down the gavel and said, pay $100 or ten days." Then an amazing thing happened. The Judge stood up, took off his robe, went over to the clerk, and paid the fine in full. Whatís the explanation for this? The Judge was her father. He loved his daughter, to be sure, but at that moment he was her judge. His daughter had broken the law He couldnít simply say, "Because I love you, I forgive you. You may now leave." If he had done that there would have been a miscarriage of justice in his court. He would not have remained a righteous Judge. By paying the fine himself, the law was satisfied, justice was done, and his daughter was set free. In a similar way, God sat upon his judgment seat. No matter how much God loved man, he was forced to bring down the gavel of death. His justice wouldnít allow him to do less. Because God loved man so deeply, he came to earth in the person of Jesus Christ and paid off manís debt in full. He did it by dying as manís substitute on a hill called Calvary. Scripture says, "Christ appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself.... He by the grace of God tasted death for every man" (Heb. 2:9; 9:26). Itís true, Christ healed the sick, cast out demons, restored withered hands, cleansed lepers of their disease, caused the lame to walk, and raised the dead to life. But this was not his primary purpose for coming. His primary purpose for coming was to give his life a ransom for sin.., to lay a foundation for God to forgive sin, not at the expense of his righteousness, but in keeping with it. As his earthly ministry drew to a close, Christ took his disciples aside and said: ĎBehold, we go up to Jerusalem, and the son of man shall be betrayed unto the chief priests and the scribes, and they shall condemn him to death. They shall deliver him to the Gentiles to be mocked and scourged and crucified. But on the third day he shall rise again." Christ set his face like a flint to go to Jerusalem even though he knew that cruel mockings, scourgings and death awaited him. The hour had come on the calendar of God when an adequate atonement for sin was to be made. Following the last supper, Christ took his disciples out to the Mount of Olives. He said, "My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death." Then going a little further into the garden alone, he fell on his face and prayed: "O, my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me. If manís salvation can be obtained in any other way, spare me the pain and agony of the cross." For three agonizing hours Christ prayed and sweat great drops of blood. Then, knowing that there was no other way for manís debt of sin to be paid, he looked up to Heaven and said, "Thy will be done." Returning to his disciples he said, "Rise, let us be going. The hour is come when the son of man is betrayed." When the unruly mob arrived with spears and clubs, Christ surrendered himself to them, even though he knew 12 legions of angels were standing in the wings of the garden ready to deliver him. Peter whipped out his sword and drove the crowd backward. He was ready to take off the head of anyone who laid a finger on Christ. With tenderness Christ touched Peter on the shoulder and said, "Peter put your sword away. This is the way it has to be.. for the son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister and to give his life a ransom for many" (Matt. 26:52; 20:28). The bloodthirsty mob accused Christ falsely before Pilate, but he opened not his mouth. They said he was worthy to die because he claimed to be the Son of God, and to them that was nothing short of blasphemy They mocked Christ unmercifully, spat in his face, smote him with the palms of their hands, pressed a crown of thorns upon his brow and plucked out his beard. They stripped him of his robe, scourged him unmercifully and hung him up to die. Wagging their heads they cried: "He saved others, but he cannot save himself." They didnít know that if he had saved himself from the agonies of that cross, he would not have been able to save others. God couldnít pardon manís sin until its debt had been paid. His holiness wouldnít allow it. The agony, the pain, the thirst and the loneliness that Christ endured on the cross were awful. "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" he cried. Finally, when the debt of sin was fully paid, when divine justice was done and the way of salvation was open to all, Jesus lifted his eyes toward Heaven and said, "It is finished," and died. When Jesus said "It is finished" on the cross he was announcing that justice had been done, the debt of sin had been paid. Godís righteousness had been satisfied. From that point on God was free to forgive sin, not at the expense of his righteousness, but in keeping with it. The way of salvation has been opened to one and to all, not by the good works that people perform, but by the death of Christ on a hill called Calvary.

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)


A Gallon of Milk
A young man had been to Tuesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord. 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 of the people talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen, and I will do my best to obey." As he drove down the main street of his town, he had a strange thought -- stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought of Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that's you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. Besides, he could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he drove passed Seventh street, he felt a strange urge -- "Turn down that street." This is crazy he thought, and drove on by the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down seventh street. At the next intersection, he turned around and headed down Seventh street. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will." He drove several blocks, then suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark, like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were gone or already asleep. He started to open the car door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is crazy. Those people are probably asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I'll just look stupid." Again, he felt he should take the milk to the house. Finally, he opened the car door. "Okay God, if this is your will, I'll take the milk to the house, even if I end of looking like a stupid fool. I want to be obedient. But if they don't answer right away, I am out of here." He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the nervous young man could run away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He had a strange look on his face and didn't seem happy to have a stranger at his door. "What is it?" The young man handed him the milk. The man took the milk and rushed down a hall way speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk, headed towards the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. While half crying, the man said: "We were just praying -- my wife has no milk, and we had some big bills this month, so we ran out of money to buy milk for the baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask Him to send an Angel with some... milk. Are you an Angel?" The young man reached for his wallet, and gave the man a few dollars -- all he had. As the young man turned and walked back toward his car, tears were streaming down his face. God still answers prayers! Yes, and God talks to us too. Are you listening?

Author - Author Unknown  (Source: Source Unknown)





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