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            Down in Brazil, Maria, a girl who had recently become a Christian, stepped carefully down the well-worn path of the river bank.  She had come to get water.  Usually she found other women at the water's edge, but this day she was alone.  As she stooped to dip the pot into the stream, she happened to glance to one side - and froze with horror.  From the bush on the bank not fifty feet away, a large crocodile emerged, stalking to attack.  There was no time to run away or jump into the river - what should she do?  "Lord, save me!" she cried.  Instantly as the crocodile dashed at her she found herself heaving her water pot with all her might into its open mouth.  Distracted, it let her escape.
            Seeing her rushing home almost out of breath, Maria's relatives quickly gathered around her to find out what was the matter.  Her enthusiasm knew no bounds as she told of her miraculous escape until she noticed that no one seemed to believe her.  She was a new Christian, and if her relatives didn't believe her, certainly the townsfolk wouldn't, and they would not think much of a Christianity whose followers told such lies.  Maria at first was heartbroken, but she committed the matter to the Lord.
            Ten days later she was walking back to the spot where she had nearly lost her life.  But this time a big crowd had gathered.  They were listening to a couple of fishermen who had a story to tell.  She arrived in time to hear one of them say, "Yes, we found a big dead crocodile decaying on the sand down the river.  And we found a water pot in its throat.  It had choked to death.

            Dr. Alexander Whyte tells the story of a man who dreamed that he saw Jesus tied to a whipping post, and a soldier was scourging Him. He saw the whip in the soldier's hand, with its thick lashes studded here and there with bits of lead, which were intended to cut into the flesh. As the soldier brought the whip down on the bare shoulders of Jesus, the dreamer shuddered when he saw the marks and bloodstains it left behind. When the soldier raised his hand to strike again, the dreamer rushed forward intending to stop him. As he did so, the soldier turned round, and the dreamer recognized himself. We often think how cruel those men must have been who scourged and crucified Jesus. But remember that whenever we do wrong we, too, cause the heart of Jesus to bleed with sorrow and pain. --Rev. E. E. Lark

            During a business meeting in a small country church, one of the deacons said, "Pastor, I think we need a chandelier for the church."  Another deacon stood up and said, "No, I'm against it!" "Why don't we need a chandelier, brother?" asked the pastor?
            The deacon answered, "Well first, nobody in the church can spell it. Second, nobody in the church can play it.  And third, what this church needs more than anything else is more light!"

            Education is what you get from reading the small print; experience is what you get from not reading it. - Opel Smith, The Courier-Journal, May 12, 1997, p. H7

            Emmanuel. God with us. He who resided in Heaven, co-equal and co-eternal with the Father and the Spirit, willingly descended into our world. He breathed our air, felt our pain, knew our sorrows, and died for our sins. He didn't come to frighten us, but to show us the way to warmth and safety. -- Charles Swindoll in The Finishing Touch

            High up in the North, in the mythical land called Svithjod, there stands a rock.  It is 100 miles high and 100 miles wide. Once every 1,000 years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak.  When the rock has thus been worn away, then a single day of eternity will have gone by. -- Hendrick Willen Van Loon

            Ever since I was a little kid, I didn't want to be me. I wanted to be like Billy Widdleton, and Billy Widdleton didn't even like me. I walked like he walked; and I talked like he talked; and I signed up for the high school he signed up for.
            Which was why Billy Widdleton changed. He began to hang around Herby Vandeman; he walked like Herby Vandeman; he talked like Herby Vandeman. He mixed me up! I began to walk like Billy Widdleton, who was walking and talking like Herby Vandeman.
            And then it dawned on me that Herby Vandeman walked and talked like Joey Haverlin. And Joey Haverlin walked and talked like Corky Sabinson.
            So here I am walking and talking like Billy Widdleton's imitation of Herby Vandeman's version of Joey Haverlin, trying to walk and talk like Corky Sabinson. And who do you think Corky Sabinson is always walking and talking like? Of all people, Dopey Wellington--that little pest who walks and talks like me!
-- Source: A Second Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul, p. 28

            Every morning you are handed 24 golden hours. They are one of the few things in this world that you get free of charge. If you had all the money in the world, you couldn't buy an extra hour. What will you do with this priceless treasure? Remember, you must use it, as it is given only once. Once wasted you cannot get it back.

            Failure is never pleasant.  It certainly isn't enjoyable to lose a job, see a relationship falter, or fail a test.  But the immediate disappointment we feel when we face defeat can be turned into the joy of success if we take the right attitude. Thomas Edison was busy working in his laboratory at 2 o'clock one morning when an assistant came into the room and noticed that the inventor was smiling broadly.  "Have you solved the problem?" he asked.  "No," replied Edison, "that experiment didn't work at all. Now I can start over again."  Edison could have such a confident attitude because he knew that the road to success is often paved with disappointments that serve to extend the road -- not to block it. Each failure brought him a little closer to success.

            I was hungry, and you formed a humanities club and discussed my hunger.
            I was imprisoned, and you crept off quietly to your chapel in the cellar and prayed for my release.
            I was naked, and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
            I was sick, and you knelt and thanked God for your health.
            I was homeless, and you preached to me the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
            I was lonely, and you left me alone to pray for me.
            You seem so holy, so close to God, but I'm still very hungry, and lonely, and cold.

            Faith is central to all of life.  For example, you go to a doctor whose name you cannot pronounce and whose degrees you have never verified.  He gives you a prescription you cannot read.  You take it to a pharmacist you have never seen before.  He gives you a chemical compound you do not understand.  Then you go home and take the pill according to the instructions on the bottle.  All in trusting, sincere faith!

            A Sabbath school class of first-graders was asked to draw a picture of God.  When the pastor stopped by to inspect their work, the children were happy to show him their drawings.  One had depicted God in the form of a brightly colored rainbow.  Another had drawn the face of an old man coming out of billowing clouds.  And there was one rendition which looked a lot like Superman.  But perhaps the best was the one proudly displayed by a girl who said, "I didn't know what God looked like, so I just drew a picture of my daddy."
            The first-grader showed a lot of wisdom.  Nobody knows what God looks like because nobody has seen Him, but God has revealed Himself as a Father to those who are related to Him by faith.

            Fear makes you fumble.  When you are afraid, you have a tendency to not do well.  The pressure is so great that it causes you to mess up.           It's like the guy who was out of money.  He decided to rob the bank because he couldn't think of any other way to get the money.  He didn't know anything about robbing banks so he practiced what he would say over and over.  He got a revolver and a sack for the money.  Then he practiced sticking the sack over the counter and pointing the gun in someone's face saying, "Don't mess with me, this is a stick up."  When it came time for the real thing, he was really nervous but he was confident he had it down pat.  However, when he got in the bank, fear took over and he handed the lady the revolver, pointed the sack at her, and said, "Don't stick with me, this is a mess up." - Charles Lowery, "Falling Isn't That Bad" SBC Life, Sept, 1997, p. 15

            The story has been told of a South Sea Islander who proudly displayed his Bible to a G. I. during World War II.  "We've outgrown that sort of thing," the soldier said.  The native smiled back, "It's a good thing we haven't.  If it weren't for this book, you'd have been a meal by now!"

            For more than a year a little old cleaning women, who lived on the wrong side of the tracks, had been trying to join a fashionable downtown church.  The pastor was not eager to have a seedy looking person in faded, out-of-style clothes sitting in a pew next to his rich members.  When she called for the fifth time to discuss membership, he put her off for the fifth time.
            "I tell you what," said the pastor, "you just go home tonight and have a talk with God about it.  Later you can tell me what He said."   The poor woman went her way.  Weeks moved into months, and the preacher saw no more of her and his conscience did hurt a little. Then one day he encountered her scrubbing floors in an office building, and felt impelled to inquire, "did you have your little talk with God, Mrs. Washington?" he asked.
            "Oh, my yes," she said, "I talked with God as you suggested."
            "Ah, and what answer did He give you?" asked the pastor.
            "Well, Preacher," she said as she pushed back a wisp of stringy hair with a sudsy hand, "God said for me not to get discouraged, but to keep trying.  He said that He Himself had been trying to get into your church for 20 years, with no more success than I have had."
-- PULPIT HELPS, Sept., 1990

            Five-year-old Mary was obliged to undergo an operation, and lost so much blood that it was necessary to resort to blood transfusion. The blood of thirteen-year-old brother Jimmy was found by test to match exactly the little patient's. "Will you give your sister some of your blood, Jim?" asked the doctor. Jimmy set his teeth. "Yes, sir, if she needs it." He was prepared for the transfusion. In the midst of the drawing of the blood, the doctor observed Jimmy growing paler and paler. "Are you ill, Jim?" he asked. "No, sir, but I'm wondering just when I'll die." "Die?" gasped the doctor. "Do you think people give their lives when they give a little blood?" "Yes, sir," replied Jimmy. "And you are giving your life for Mary's?" "Yes, sir," replied Jimmy.
            Can you tell me of a finer heroism than this?
-- By William Moses Tidwell, "Effective Illustrations."

Formula For Spiritual Success
            If you want to be distressed -- look within.  If you want to be defeated -- look back.  If you want to be distracted -- look around.  If you want to be dismayed -- look ahead.  If you want to be delivered -- look up!

Four Dissatisfied Rulers
            The 19th century Bible scholar G. S. Bowes pointed out the ultimate futility of ambition that isn't accompanied by dedication to God. Citing four powerful world rulers of the past, he wrote: "Alexander the Great was not satisfied, even when he had completely subdued the nations.  He wept because there were no more worlds to conquer, and he died at an early age in a state of debauchery.  Hannibal, who filled three bushels with the gold rings taken from the knights he had slaughtered, committed suicide by swallowing poison.  Few noted his passing, and he left this earth completely unmourned.  Julius Caesar, 'staining his garments in the blood of one million of his foes,' conquered 800 cities, only to be stabbed by his best friends at the scene of his greatest triumph.  Napoleon, the feared conqueror, after being the scourge of Europe, spent his last years in banishment."

            Four high school boys were late to their morning classes one day. They entered the classroom and solemnly told their teacher they were detained due to a flat tire.  The sympathetic teacher smiled and told them it was too bad they were late because they had missed a test that morning.  But she was willing to let them make it up.  She gave them each a piece of paper and a pencil and sent them to four corners of the room.  Then she told them they would pass if they could answer just one question:  Which tire was flat??? -- Paul Harvey

            General Eisenhower is quoted as saying, "The urgent is seldom important, and the important is seldom urgent."  Too often life is controlled by the "tyranny of the urgent".  We put aside higher and more worthy goals to put out fires.
            Let's evaluate the importance of all of our daily activities to be sure we're not victims of the "Tyranny of the Urgent".

            The word "sincere" comes from two Latin words meaning "without wax." Artificers of Middle Eastern countries fashioned highly expensive statuettes out of a very fine porcelain. It was of such fragile nature that extreme care had to be taken when firing the figurines to keep them from cracking.
Dishonest dealers would accept the cracked figurines at a much lower price and then fill the cracks with wax before offering them for sale. But honest merchants would display their uncracked porcelain wares with signs that read, "sine cera," "without wax."
-- George M. Bowman, Chicago: Moody Press, How to Succeed With Your Money

            Sister Taylor took out her Bible and decided she would let the Lord show her the specific verse she needed for the day. She closed her eyes, opened her Bible, and placed her finger on a verse. Opening her eyes, she read, "So Judas went away and hanged himself."
            She quickly closed the Bible again, and, shutting her  eyes, she flipped through its pages, and once again put her finger on the specific spot. This time she was disappointed to read, "Go and do likewise."
            But sister Taylor was unfazed. A THIRD time, she followed the same procedure. This time she read: "What you are about to do, do quickly!"

            Having just moved into his new office, a pompous colonel was sitting at his desk when a private knocked on the door.  Conscious of his new position, the colonel told the private to enter, then quickly picked up the phone and said, "Yes, General, I'll be seeing the brigadier this afternoon, and I'll pass along your message.  In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir."  Feeling as though he had sufficiently impressed the young enlisted man, he asked, "What do you want?"
            "Nothing important, sir," the private replied, "Just here to hook up your telephone."
-- Quote

            Hideyoshi, a Japanese warlord who ruled over Japan in the late 1500s, commissioned a colossal statue of Buddha for a shrine in Kyoto. It took 50,000 men five years to build, but the work had scarcely been completed when the earthquake of 1596 brought the roof of the shrine crashing down and wrecked the statue.  In a rage Hideyoski shot an arrow at the fallen colossus. "I put you here at great expense," he shouted, "and you can't even look after your own temple."

            "How to Get Rid of a Pastor."
            Look the pastor straight in the eye while he's preaching and say "Amen" once in a while and he'll preach himself to death. Pat him on the back and brag on his good points and he'll probably work himself to death.  Rededicate your life to Christ and ask the preacher for some job to do, preferably some lost person you could win to Christ, and he'll die of heart failure.  Get the church to unite in prayer for the preacher and he'll soon become so effective that a larger church will take him off your hands.

How would you feel if God gave you the same amount of time and attention that we devote to Him?  If God put as many things ahead of us as we put ahead of Him?  If God offered as many excuses as we do and if the excuses were no more justifiable than ours?  If God's promises were no more certain than ours?  If God withheld His blessings from us as we withhold our offerings from Him? -- Robert G. Lee, SERMONIC LIBRARY, p. 11.

            I am more deadly than the screaming shell of the artillery.  I win without killing.  I tear down homes, break hearts, wreck lives.  I travel on the wings of the wind.  No innocence is strong enough to intimidate me, no purity pure enough to daunt me.  I have no regard for truth, no respect for justice, no mercy for the defenseless.  My victims are as numerous as the sands of the sea and often as innocent. I never forget and seldom forgive.  My name is Gossip. --Morgan Blake

            I am writing in response to your request for additional information. In block number 3 of the accident form, I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully. I trust the following details will be sufficient.
            I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six story building. When I completed my work, I discovered that I had about 500 pounds of brick left over. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out, and loaded the brick into it. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 500 pounds of bricks. You will note in block number 11 of the accident report that I weigh 135 pounds.
            Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the building.
            In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming down. This explains the fractured skull and broken collarbone.
            Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.
            Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain.
            At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel now weighed about fifty pounds.
I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building.
            In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles and the lacerations on my legs and lower body.
            The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of bricks and fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked.
            I am sorry to report that as I lay there on the bricks, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I LET GO OF THE ROPE.
Yours truly,

            I asked Jesus how much he loved me.  He stretched out his arms and said, "This much" - and died.

            I heard of a man whose sole interest in life was playing the stock market.  He studied the financial page of the newspaper avidly every day and it became such an obsession with him that one day as he was engrossed in the financial columns he said aloud to himself, "What wouldn't I give to see the paper one year from now!"  The words were no sooner out of his mouth than there was a puff of smoke in the room and a genie handed him a newspaper and then disappeared.  As soon as he got over the shock he realized that his wish was granted.  The paper in his hand was dated one year hence.  Feverishly he sought the financial page and his eyes goggled when he saw how the market had developed.  He noted the stocks on which he hoped to reap a bonanza.  In the bus on his way to visit the stockbroker he was browsing through the rest of the paper when suddenly staring at him from the obituary columns was the notice of his own death and funeral arrangements! - James A. Feehan, Story Power!, (San Jose, CA: Resource Publications, Inc., 1994) 54

            I know of a guy who saw an ant carrying a piece of straw much larger than he was.  The man thought, "How interesting that the little ant can carry something so much larger than himself."  So he watched the ant in fascination.  As he watched the ant, the ant came to a crevice in the ground.  The crevice was too big for him to go down into and it was to wide to cross.  The ant took the straw.  Laid the straw down over the crevice.  Walked across the straw and then picked up the straw and went on his way.  The man thought to himself, "The ant turned his burden into a bridge.
            That's what God wants us to do with our burdens!
-- Mike Minix

            I once read a story about a conflict that took place between two Indian Rajahs.  The one defeated the other and took captive the son of his rival, and the day he was to return to his own palace he prepared to march into the city in triumph.  There was a great procession of elephants, cavalry, infantry, and a long line of captives.
            Among them was the young prince.  He was told that we was to walk bare-footed and bare headed.  He was indignant and said, "What!  Go in like that!  What will people think!  Imagine the faces they will make!"  The rajah said, "You haven't heard all yet.  You shall carry a bowl of milk in your hand, and if you spill so much as a drop, you will lose your head at the close of the procession!"  In a few minutes they brought the bowl of milk, and two guards walked with him, one on either side, and the procession started to move.
            On and on they went for perhaps a mile or more into the presence of the Rajah.  And the young prince walked along holding the bowel of milk.  It seemed to him he would never finish without spilling some of it, but he completed the ordeal safely.  Finally, he stood before the Rajah,  "Well young prince, what kind of faces did the people make?"  The prince looked up and said, "Your majesty, I did not see the faces of the people.  I saw only my life which I held in my hands and I knew one false step would make me lose my life.
            Friends, if we will keep our eyes own Jesus like the young prince kept his eyes on that milk we will not worry what people think about us!
-- John Ironside

            I read recently about some newlyweds who had just moved into their place with their wedding gifts. Then, an unknown benefactor sent them tickets to a local show. While still wondering who the person was, they used the tickets, and, upon returning to their place, they discovered that all of their wedding gifts had been stolen in their absence. They found a note saying: "Now you know". The generous giver turned out to be a conniving, selfish thief!
            Even thus, Satan withholds both his identity and his motive when he offers gullible souls "free" tickets to the pleasures and attractions of this world. His motive is to rob the revelers of every good and perfect gift of God, including their soul's salvation, while they enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season. For Satan’s victims at the Judgment, the realization that "Now you know" will be a shock unparalleled in magnitude by any sad surprise that sinners have experienced on earth, for in that hour they will not be able to recover even one gift of God which Satan has stolen from them. Their loss will be eternal.
--Duane V. Maxey

            I want to take you back with me now to February 3, 62 A.D. . . There's an earthquake, On the Mercalli scale it registers a 9--- that's long before the Richter scale.  And the beautiful city of Pompeii is SUDDENLY in ruins. Literally millions in investment are just rubble. But would you believe the Roman Government, poured in the money to rebuild?  They rebuilt the general registry, the streets, the amphitheater that seated 20,000 people, a temple to the goddess Isis, and the thermal bath houses. There were two Roman Consuls at that time by the names of Regulus and Virginius.  They said, "The gods destroyed Pompeii so that we could be even richer, and it could be even more beautiful." Now then, this beautiful rebuilt city shifts in scenario. The date is August 24, 79 A.D. just 7 years, 6 months, and 21 days following the great earthquake that leveled the city.  It's 1 p.m., thousands of Romans are sunning themselves on the beaches. If they bothered to glance up, there was that beautiful scenic Mount Vesuvius, overgrown with brush. . . peering out over the water.  That mountain had been quiet for hundreds. . . possibly thousands of years. . .  But suddenly, in a few seconds, it EXPLODED.  One eye witness described it as a "tree" that went straight up in the air 6,600 feet, a straight tree with heavy foliage and lots of branches. . . and then the branches were shorter and shorter. Having lunch in Cape Messina 31 miles away, is a Naval Prefect, the Commander of the Roman Fleet in that area.  His name is Gaius Plinius II.  He sees this mushroom-like explosion.  He'd never seen anything like it!  He instantly calls for a low profile boat with two sets of rowers, and heads for Pompeii--not knowing quite what is happening. He is a naturalist--the author of 37 books--the author of the first encyclopedia of natural history and science in the Roman empire.  As he draws closer he realizes suddenly it is a tragedy. The only escape must be by the sea.  He summons his entire fleet.  The keenest desire of his heart is to save a very close friend living in the Pompeii suburbs-but he failed. For when that straight tree---6,600 feet high ---came down, lava gradually poured down the southeast slope of Mt. Vesuvius---lava 19 to 65 feet DEEP. It's was nearly 2,000 years before we were able to reestablish the scene.  But it's perfectly PRESERVED because that soft lava cooled, holding everything in place. Archeologists found the ancient city molded into place, just waiting to be discovered. There's the lady from the house of Faubus--a very rich lady, carrying her box of gold, silver, and jewelry--seeking to escape. . . There are 60 gladiators still chained, waiting to perform in the amphitheater. . . Hundreds of slaves. . . so many people in their villas drinking white wine in the afternoon.  They say the vineyards on Mt. Vesuvius were absolutely famous. That moment was caught up in HISTORY, preserved for nearly 2,000 years before it was UNCOVERED by archeologists. It strikes a note of TERROR; there are watchdogs frozen literally where they were.  One dog had turned on his master and had succeeded in nearly eating him up. The frantic ones fleeing for the sea, and not making it! And Gaius Plinius II. . . naturalist, scientist . . . did he make it?  No, he had asthma; and the toxic gasses caused him to suffocate to death, while seeking to save a friend. So sudden. . . just as sudden as Hiroshima!  Just as sudden as Nagasaki!  Just as sudden as the calculated burning of the city of Hamburg!  Just as sudden as the child who dashed out in front of your car and changed your life!  Just as sudden as the day you said:  "My whole world is coming apart, and I have nothing left."

            I was at a high school basketball game that went into overtime. The first overtime was so exciting.  The crowd was literally on the edge of their seats in anticipation of the outcome.  Then, the game went into double overtime.  What excitement!  Now the cheering was deafening as the crowd expressed their encouragement of the home team.  Then, the game went into TRIPLE overtime!  Now the crowd was in a frenzy. Everyone was focused on the events on the court. Everyone was cheering, and everyone anxious to know how the game would turn out.
            What a difference there is, however, over the things of the Lord. If the preacher happens to go a minute or two over the sacred hour, it is HIGN NOON for him.  And should he dare to go into triple overtime, watch out!  He probably will get several ugly stares or remarks.
If Christians would have the same joyful commitment to the eternal truths of God's Word as they do to a basketball game, imagine how our world would change.
The Apostles in Acts 17 had that zeal for Christ, and they turned the world upside down.  Today, they only thing that gets upset when a glimmer of apostolic zeal shines through is the congregation!

            If  I look through a piece of red glass, everything is red.  If we look through a piece of blue glass, everything is blue.  If we look through a piece of yellow glass, everything is yellow, and so on.
            When we believe in Jesus Christ as our Savior, God looks at us through the Lord Jesus Christ.  He sees us in all the white holiness of His Son.  Our sins are imputed to the account of Christ and his righteousness to our account.

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive.
If a child lives with pity, he learns to feel sorry for himself.
If a child lives with jealousy, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learn to be self-confident.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learn to be patient.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to be appreciative.
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with recognition, he learns to have a goal.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns what justice is.
If a child lives with honesty, he learns what truth is.
If a child lives with sincerity, he learns to have faith in himself and those around him.
If a child lives with love, he learns that the world is a wonderful place to live in.

            If there is light in the soul, There will be beauty in the person. If there is beauty in the person, There will be harmony in the house. If there is harmony in the house, There will be order in the nation. If there is order in the nation, There will be peace in the world. - Chinese Proverb

            In 1903 the Russian czar noticed a sentry posted for no apparent reason at a certain location on the Kremlin grounds.  Upon inquiry, he discovered that in 1776 Catherine the Great found there the first flower of spring. "Post a sentry here," she commanded, "so that no one tramples that flower under foot!"
            Some traditions die hard.

            In a schoolboy experiment, some young lads put a frog in a container of water and began to heat the water very slowly.  The water finally reached the boiling point and yet the frog never even attempted to jump out.  Why?  Because the changes in the environment were so slight and slow to occur that the frog didn't notice them until it was too late.
            As Christians, we can end up like the frog.  There are changes in our moral environment that we don't even notice have occurred.  We can be dying without even noticing it!

            In ancient China, the people desired security from the barbaric hordes to the north.  So they built the Great Wall of China.  It was too high to climb over, too thick to break down, and too long to go around.  Security achieved!
            The only problem was that during the first hundred years of the wall's existence, China was invaded three times.  Was the wall a failure?  Not really - for not once did the barbaric hordes climb over the wall, break it down, or go around it.
            How then did they get into China?  The answer lies in human nature.  They simply bribed a gatekeeper and then marched right in through a gate.  The fatal flaw in the Chinese defense was placing too much reliance on a wall and not putting enough effort into building character into the gatekeeper.

In Genesis Jesus is the Ram at Abraham's altar.
In Exodus He's the Passover Lamb.
In Leviticus He's the High Priest.
In Numbers He's the Cloud by day and Pillar of Fire by night.
In Deuteronomy He's the City of our refuge.
In Joshua He's the Scarlet Thread out Rehab's window.
In Judges He is our Judge.
In Ruth He is our Kinsman-Redeemer.
In I and II Samuel He's our Trusted Prophet and in Kings and Chronicles He's our Reigning King.
In Ezra He is our Faithful Scribe.
In Nehemiah He's the Rebuilder of everything that is broken.
And in Esther He is the Mordecai sitting faithfully at the gate.
In Job He's our Redeemer that ever liveth.
In Psalms He is my Shepherd and I shall not want.
In Proverbs and Ecclesiastes He's our Wisdom.
And in the Song of Solomon He's the Beautiful Bridegroom.
In Isaiah He's the Suffering Servant.
In Jeremiah and Lamentations it is Jesus that is the Weeping Prophet.
In Ezekiel He's the Wonderful Four-Faced Man.
And in Daniel He is the Fourth Man in the midst of a fiery furnace.
In Hosea He is my Love that is forever faithful.
In Joel He baptizes us with the Holy Spirit.
In Amos He's our Burden Bearer.
In Obadiah our Savior.
And in Jonah He is the Great Foreign Missionary that takes the Word of God into all the world.
In Micah He is the Messenger with beautiful feet.
In Nahum He is the Avenger.
In Habakkuk He is the Watchman that is ever praying for revival.
In Zephaniah He is the Lord mighty to save.
In Haggai He is the Restorer of our lost heritage.
In Zechariah He is our Fountain.
In Malachi He is the Son of Righteousness with healing in His wings.
In Matthew Thou art the Christ, the Son of the Living God.
In Mark He is the Miracle Worker.
In Luke He's the Son of Man.
And in John He is the Door by which everyone of us must enter.
In Acts He is the Shining Light that appears to Saul on the road to Damascus.
In Romans He is our Justifier.
In I Corinthians Our Resurrection.
In II Corinthians our Sin Bearer.
In Galatians He redeems us from the law.
In Ephesians He is our Unsearchable Riches.
In Philippians He supplies our every need.
And in Colossians He's the Fullness of the Godhead Bodily.
In I and II Thessalonians He is our Soon Coming King.
In I and II Timothy He is the Mediator between God and man.
In Titus He is our Blessed Hope.
In Philemon He is a Friend that sticks closer than a brother.
And in Hebrews He's the Blood of the everlasting covenant.
In James it is the Lord that heals the sick.
In I and II Peter He is the Chief Shepherd.
In I, II, and III John it is Jesus who has the tenderness of love.
In Jude He is the Lord coming with 10,000 saints.
And in Revelation, lift up your eyes, Church, for your redemption draweth nigh, He is King of kings and Lord of lords!
- Integrity's Hosanna Music, 1993

            In his book "Feminine Faces," Clovis Chappel wrote that when the Roman city of Pompeii was being excavated, the body of a woman was found mummified by the volcanic ashes of Mount Vesuvius.  Her position told a tragic story.  Her feet pointed toward the city gate, but her outstretched arms and fingers were straining for something that lay behind her.  The treasure for which she was grasping was a bag of pearls.
            Chappel said, "Though death was hard at her heels, and life was beckoning to her beyond the city gates, she could not shake off their spell--But it was not the eruption of Vesuvius that made her love pearls more than life.  It only froze her in this attitude of greed."