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            In his book Eating The Elephant Thom Rainer tells of an interview Billy Graham had with an interviewer.  He said that the interviewer seemed to be curious about the evangelist's opinion of his own ministry.  The question was asked if he anticipated being given great rewards in heaven for the millions of lives he had impacted through his worldwide ministry.  Billy Graham said that he was not sure of the extent of his own rewards, but he was certain that others would have greater rewards than he.  He said that somewhere in America today, a faithful elderly woman is on her knees praying for her little country church, her family, and her nation.  Billy Graham could imagine that, for nearly eighty years, the sweet lady has been faithful to her Lord.  She has prayed, read the Bible daily, and taught children in Sabbath School.  To the evangelist, that lady and scores like her will receive the greatest rewards in heaven.  The closing words of the interview will forever be etched in my memory: "You see," said Billy Graham, "we are not called to be successful.  We are called to be faithful." -- Thom S. Rainer, Eating The Elephant (Nashville: Broadman & Holman, 1994) 9-10

            In his book Spiritual Stamina, Stuart Briscoe tells the story of a man who bought a new computer.  Bringing his new prize home, he carefully opened the box, gingerly took the machine out, studied its manual, and connected the wires.  Eagerly he flipped on the power switch--but nothing happened.  Puzzled, the man switched the computer off and rechecked all the connections. He rounded up a screwdriver and fastened the wires more securely.  He read again the relevant portion of the manual.  Satisfied that he'd followed directions, he flipped the computer on--and again nothing happened.  As his anger rose the man's little girl walked into the room.
            "Hi, Daddy!" her cheery voice rang out.  "What a pretty computer! Can I plug it in?"
How's your power source?  Are you plugged in?
--Moody

            In his book When Iron Gates Yield, a British missionary to Tibet, a captive of  the Chinese Communists for three years, tells of an experience one December twenty-fourth.  After a long, tiring day crossing a famous mountain pass and stumbling down the other side mid heavy wind, his captors brought him to a small group of houses about 4:30 that afternoon.  A Tibetan landlord had swept out an upstairs room for the missionary-prisoner, who had rarely seen cleaner accommodations in a Central Asian country.  After a meal, when it was already dark, he was ordered to go downstairs to give hay to the horses.  He clambered down the notched tree trunk to the lower floor which was given over in the usual custom to stabling.  It was pitch-black.  The missionary described his feelings, "My boots squished in the manure and straw on the floor and the fetid smell of the animals was nauseating.  I felt my way amongst the mules and horses, expecting to be kicked any moment.
            What a place, I thought.  Then as I continued to grope my way in the darkness towards the gray it suddenly flashed into my mind. What's today?  I thought for a moment.  In the traveling, the days had become a little muddled in my mind.  Then it came to me. It's Christmas Eve.
            I stood suddenly still in that oriental manger.  To think that my Savior was born in a place like this.  To think that he came all the way from heaven to some wretched, eastern stable, and what is more, to think that he came for me.  How men beautify the cross and the crib, as if to hide the fact that at birth we resigned him to the stench of beasts and at death exposed him to the shame of rogues.  God forgive us.  I returned to the warm, clean room, which I enjoyed even as a prisoner, bowed to thankfulness and worship.

            In his book, a minister carried a bookmark that was made of silk threads woven into a motto.  The back of the bookmark was a tangled web of crossed threads that seemed to be without reason or purpose.  When the minister visited a home or hospital room where there was great trouble, sorrow, or death, he would frequently show the bookmark, first presenting the reverse side with all its unintelligible tangle.  When the distressed one had examined it intently without finding any meaning to the seeming disorder, the minister would ask him to turn the fabric over.  Immediately, against a white silk background, there appeared a phrase in colored threads: "God is Love."  That side made sense, it had order and meaning.
            So it is in life.  We often experience events that seem to be without explanation or meaning, like a maze of tangled threads.  But when we are face to face with Christ and can view our life from eternity, we will see that every detail - good and bad, pleasant and unpleasant - was woven together to show us that indeed "God is Love."

            In Palestine flocks of sheep and herds of goats are plentiful. They dot the countryside, clutter up highways, crowd the streets of towns and villages.  Sheep have shepherds and goats have goat-herds.  The shepherd with his long staff walks in front of his flock and his sheep follow him.  In fact, they crowd around so closely they hamper the shepherd's movement.  On the other hand, the goat-herd carries a short stick and walks behind his herd to keep his goats together and moving in the right direction.  He has his hands full.  Goats are individualists, impulsive and self-willed.  They dart off in all directions on personal missions of their own.
            Sheep-calling contests are common in Palestine.  Several flocks are placed in an enclosure and mixed together.  Then shepherds whistle a distinctive tune; some call or shout in a peculiar manner. Some shepherds use a pipe with a particular pitch.  Each shepherd's signal is understood by his own sheep and they respond immediately.  They make their way through the crowded enclosure to where their shepherd is waiting.  The shepherd who collects a given number of sheep in the shortest time is the winner of the contest.
            When Jesus mentioned sheep and goats in contrast he knew whereof he spoke.  There is a difference, not only in appearance but in nature and behavior.  Goats are not responsive to leadership. They have to be driven.  Sheep know their shepherd's voice and follow him.

            In Seminary preaching classes they tell us to remember the simple rule of K-I-S-S.  Kiss.  What is that?  Each letter stands for a word in the rule.  Keep It Simple Stupid. None of us are totally successful at that unfortunately.

            In St. Petersburg, I saw in the square in front of St. Isaac's Cathedral, the magnificent equestrian statue of Peter the Great with his hand lifted pointing his nation onward and eastward toward the sea. Peter was the maker of modern Russia. In many respects, he well deserved the name "great," but he was subject to maniacal outbursts of fury and anger. In one of such outbursts, he killed his own son. Toward the end of his reign, Peter the Great once remarked, "I have conquered an empire but I was not able to conquer myself."

            In Tampa, Florida you can now get a divorce without leaving your car:  Drive-thru Divorces.  One of every two American marriages ends up in divorce.  Don't you believe it.  The Census Bureau noted in one year 2.4 million marriages, 1.2 million divorces and media people jumped to the conclusion that half of all marriages fail. That is not true.  But it's been repeated so often that we've started to believe it.
The truth is, there are 54 million existing marriages in the United States, so when 1.2 million end in divorce court, that's not 50 percent.  It's barely 2 percent.  In any single year only about 2 percent of marriages break up; 98 percent are happily ever after. Marriage American-style is alive and well and thriving.
-- Associated Press, 6-6-91

            In the center of main street in Enterprise, Alabama, stands one of the strangest monuments in the world.  It's a memorial to an insect! Handsomely carved in stone is the likeness of a boll weevil.  Many believe that divine providence was involved in the circumstances that led to the erection of this unusual statue. In early plantation days almost everyone in the community raised cotton.  But as the years rolled on, a serious pestilence infested the area in the form of a small beetle that punctured the boll of the plant.  As a result, it became almost impossible to bring a season's growth to maturity. George Washington Carver, along with several other scientists, became deeply concerned about the situation and began intensive studies to see if any substitute crop could be grown in that part of the country. Raising peanuts was the answer, for they could be planted and harvested with very little loss.  In time, cotton gins were forgotten in that region, and it became known as an outstanding peanut center of the world.  Soon the farmers' profits far exceeded what they had earned from their best cotton yield. In the end, they realized that the destructive insect they had feared had actually triggered the research that brought them prosperity.
            The Lord often allows trials to unsettle our lives for a blessed purpose.  Perhaps we are trying to "grow cotton" when we should be "raising peanuts."  If so, the delays and disappointments we experience are just the gracious "boll weevils" sent to redirect us so that we will plant the crop of God's choosing.

            In the days of the American Revolutionary War there lived at Ephrata, Pennsylvania, a Baptist pastor by the name of Peter Miller who enjoyed the friendship of General Washington.  There also dwelt in that town one Michael Wittman, an evil-minded man who did all in his power to abuse and oppose this pastor.  One day Michael Wittman was involved in treason and was arrested and sentenced to death.  The old preacher started out on foot and walked the whole seventy miles to Philadelphia to plead for this man's life.  He was admitted into Washington's presence and at once begged for the life of the traitor.
            Washington said, "No, Peter, I cannot grant you the life of your friend."  The preacher exclaimed, "My friend, he is the bitterest enemy I have."  Washington cried, "What?  You've walked seventy miles to save the life of an enemy?  That puts the matter in a different light.  I will grant the pardon."  And he did.  And Peter Miller took Michael Wittman from the very shadow of death back to his own home in Ephrata -- no longer as an enemy, but as a friend.
-- Stephen Olford

            In the days of the Civil War, it was illegal to trade in cotton; but many unscrupulous speculators tried to buy cotton in the South, run it through the Union lines, and sell it at great profit in the North. One of these speculators approached a Mississippi steamboat captain and offered him $100 if he would run his cotton up the river for him. The captain declined, reminding him that it was illegal. "I will give you $500, said the man. "No," answered the captain. "I will give you $1000." "No," the captain said again. "I will give you $3000." At that, the captain drew his pistol, and pointing it at the man, he said, "Get off this boat! You are coming too near my price." --McCartney

            In the early 1900's a great fad was attempting to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel. Then from Europe came a famous wire-walker named Bandini. His name was known for daring feats on the high wire.
            Bandini had a wire stretched from the Canadian side of the Falls across to the American side. There was great coverage in the newspapers about Bandini's attempted crossing of the Falls on his high wire. This by far would be the most spectacular and dangerous feat Bandini had ever undertaken. The distance was great and slack in the wire would force him to walk a good deal of the way uphill. The winds over the Falls are treacherous, blowing in a circular pattern and can change in the twinkling of an eye. Because of the spray from the Falls, the wire would be wet and slippery. But Bandini, The Great Bandini, insisted he would make the crossing.
            On the appointed day, tens of thousands of people stood on both sides of the Falls. Bandini picked up his balance pole and began to cross. Not a breath was taken on either side as he moved out onto the wire. The wind suddenly shifted at the halfway point and Bandini came within a whisker of falling. There was no net... only the icy waters and the Falls and the rocks and death. He steadied himself, the crowd took a deep breath and he continued. The tension was electric. Suddenly, from the American sided, a man started to chant "Bandini, Bandini, Bandini"
            The multitudes on both sides took up the cry..."Bandini, Bandini, Bandini." Invigorated with new energy Bandini, The Great Bandini, straightened his back, picked up his stride and finished the crossing, stepping off the wire on the American side to the roar of the crowd that overshadowed the roar of Falls.
He basked in the cheers for some minutes. Then he stood on a platform and the crowd grew silent. "Thank you," he said. "You have been a wonderful crowd. In fact, you have been so wonderful that I am going to cross back over into Canada on that wire." The crowd went crazy.
Bandini held up his hands and again stopped the cheering. "Do you believe I can make it back across??"
            "Yes," shouted the crowd, "we believe." The chant started again, "Bandini, Bandini, Bandini"
            "Do you really believe I can make it?"
            "We believe, we believe, we believe, Bandini, Bandini, Bandini" the crowd carried on for several minutes. Finally he stopped them for the last time. "Do you REALLY believe I can make it back across to Canada?"
            "YES, WE BELIEVE!!" Came the cry from the now impatient crowd.
            Bandini looked out across the faces, seeming to stop at each one in the crowd. Where the roar had been deafening, now the silence was equally deafening. Finally, when they could stand it no more, Bandini said, "Which one of you will ride on my shoulders?" Now the crowd was shocked. They began to examine the dirt at their feet. No one would look up to Bandini as he said again, louder this time, "Which one of you will ride on my shoulders??" Still no one moved. He issued the challenge over and over. Only silence where once the cheering crowd had stood.
            Finally, one small man in the back moved forward. "I will ride on your shoulders Bandini." he said. No cheering, the crowd just looked on. Bandini helped the man up onto his shoulders, gave him some brief instructions and smiled at him. Then the two men stepped out onto the wire. Together, they walked through the mist, through the winds, over the slippery wire, over the ground Bandini had previously walked alone.
            Together, they stepped safely off the wire on the Canadian side.
            Today, church is over. Jesus stands here before you and says, "Who will ride on my shoulders?" Will you be the one who steps forward to walk together with Him through the winds, through the mist, over the slippery wire of life? Will you step up onto His shoulders, or will you just stand with the crowd and shout "I BELIEVE"? He is waiting for you today.
-- Source: Mike Becker, Scottsdale, Arizona.

            "In the Greek, baptizo means "to be dipped," or "brought under," or "brought under the influence of," or "controlled by."  The street usage occurred in describing the activity of taking cloth and dipping it into a dye to change the color of the cloth.  The cloth was baptized with the dye.  It was dipped, brought under the influence of, controlled by the dye ... the baptism with the Holy Spirit results in being filled with the Spirit (Acts 1:5 & Acts 2:4) and has the effect on the one baptized of being dipped in, brought under, influenced by, dominated and controlled by, colored by, the Holy Spirit." -- Hal Perkins

            In the Highlands of Scotland, a sheep would often wander off into the rocks and get into places that they couldn't get out of.  The grass on these mountains is very sweet and the sheep like it, and they will jump down ten or twelve feet, and then they can't jump back again and the shepherd hears them bleating in distress.  They may be there for days, until they have eaten all the grass.  The shepherd will wait until they are so faint that they cannot stand, and then they will put a rope around him, and he will go over and pull that sheep up out of the jaws of death.
            "Why don't they go down there when the sheep first gets there?
            "Ah!  They are so very foolish they would dash right over the precipice and be killed if they did."
            "And this is the way with men; they won't go back to God till they have no friends and have lost everything."

            In the late 1950s, 23-year-old Armando Valladares was thrown into a Cuban prison, where he remained for 22 years.  Executions were staged each night during his first year in prison.  Later, he endured some of the most vile and sadistic tortures imaginable.  In his memoirs, Against All Hope, Valladares wrote, "I sought God....  I never asked Him to get me out of there.  I didn't think that God should be used for that kind of request.  I only asked that He allow me to resist, that He give me the faith and spiritual strength to bear up under those conditions....  I only prayed for Him to accompany me."

            In the New Testament, the word translated "temptation" peiazo has two shades of meaning.  When used of God's tempting of man, it carries a positive intention.  However, when it refers to the temptation of man by Satan or another person, the word implies a desire to bring out one's bad points.
            The second idea might be likened to Ralph Nader's taking a G.M. care and running a group of tests on it.  The emphasis and aim to this testing would be to bring out the bad traits of the car.  However, if G.M. were to run tests on its own car, the motivation would be to point out the good traits.

            In the pictures of the ancient Roman method of threshing grain, one man is always seen stirring up the sheaves while another rides over them in a crude cart equipped with rollers instead of wheels. Sharp stones and rough bits of iron were attached to these cylinders to help separate the husks from the grain.  This simple cart was called a tribulum -- from which we get our word "tribulation."
            When great affliction comes to us, we often think of ourselves as being torn to pieces under the cruel pressures of adverse circumstances. Yet as no thresher ever yoked up his tribulum for the mere purpose of tearing up his sheaves but to disclose the precious grain, so our loving Savior never puts us under the pressure of sorrow and disappointment needlessly.

            In the village of Abashiri, Japan, lived an earnest Christian man. He had an orchard of one thousand trees, and upon these depended the livelihood of himself, and his family. One morning, great was his dismay to find that his apples, which were then half grown, were being destroyed by a peculiar worm. As he walked through the orchard he observed that every tree was affected. What was he to do? He called his family together there in the orchard and they called upon God. Works were added to faith, and all through the day and until late at night, they worked, picking off the worms and destroying them; but with the pests multiplying by the thousands, it became evident that all their efforts were in vain. In desperation they turned to God for help. Weary with the long strain they lay down on their straw mats for a little sleep. Returning the next morning to their orchards to begin another  strenuous day, they were startled to see hundreds of strange birds alighting in the trees. All day long the birds stayed, eating up the worms, but never injuring the trees or the leaves. This kept up for three days in succession. In the evening of the third day, as the family walked through the orchard, they found that it was entirely free of the pest. God had vindicated the faith of his children. --The Revivalist

            In the year 1403, one of the wealthiest men in Paris died, leaving his entire estate to his teenage daughter Agnes.  She was a beautiful and virtuous young woman, and many men wanted to marry her.  But Agnes decided to give up her fortune and become a recluse.  To isolate herself from society, she asked to be sealed into a cell within the wall of a church.  The entrance was plastered shut except for one small hole through which food could be passed.  She was confined in that small area at 18 years of age and remained there until she died at age 98.
            We may admire this woman's determination to be free from the world's influence, but we cannot help but feel that hers was a tragically wasted life.
            To serve the Lord effectively, we must not isolate ourselves from the world but rather be a witness to the world.

            In Touch and Live, George Vandeman wrote:  "A young stranger to the Alps was making his first climb, accompanied by two stalwart guides. It was a steep, hazardous ascent. but he felt secure with one guide ahead and one following. For hours they climbed. And now, breathless, they reached for those rocks protruding through the snow above them - the summit. "The guide ahead wished to let the stranger have the first glorious view of heaven and earth, and moved aside to let him go first. Forgetting the gales that would blow across those summit rocks, the young man leaped to his feet. But the chief guide dragged him down. "On your knees, sir!" he shouted. "You are never safe here except on your knees."
The Christian life is a lot like climbing that mountain.

Infantile love follows the principle:
            "I love because I am loved."
Mature love follows the principle:
            "I am loved because I love."
Immature love says:
            "I love you because I need you."
Mature love says:
            "I need you because I love you."
-- Erich Fromm

            It is said that about 200 years ago, the tomb of the great conqueror Charlemagne was opened.  The sight the workmen saw was startling.  There was his body in a sitting position, clothed in the most elaborate of kingly garments, with a scepter in his bony hand. On his knee lay the Holy Scriptures, with a cold, lifeless finger pointing to Mark 8:36: "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"

            It is said that Napoleon once took a map and pointing to the British Isles remarked:  "If it were not for that red spot, I would have conquered the world."
            Satan could point to the cross of Christ, and say, "If it were not for that red spot, I would have conquered the world."
-- ("Choice Illus." W.W. Clay pg. 31-32)

            It is told of a famous iron smith of medieval times that was taken prisoner and locked up in a dungeon, he began to examine the chain that bound him with a view to discover some flaw that might make it easier to be broken. His hope was vain, for he found, from marks upon it, that it was of his own workmanship, and it had been his boast that none could break a chain that he had forged.
            Thus with the sinner; his own hands have forged the chain that binds him; a chain which no human hand can break.
--The Sunday School Chronicle

            It was not easy for the Romans to hold their empire together because of the many different races, religions, and cultures that it included.  The Roman emperors eventually developed a simple loyalty test for their subjects.  "On certain feasts and holidays row upon row of subjects lined up to walk past the area's Roman magistrate, toss a pinch of incense into a fire in the golden bowl at his feet and mutter, 'Caesar is Lord.'"
            Most citizens of the Roman empire had no problems with this test of loyalty.  The early Christians, however, felt that Jesus deserved all of their loyalty.  They also believed that Jesus and not Caesar was their Lord!  So they refused to give to Caesar a title that they believed belonged only to Christ!  As a result many Christians were persecuted and killed in the early Church.
-- Billy Graham, Approaching Hoofbeats, pp. 32-33.

            It was turning out to be a bad night at the Marin County shelter for the homeless in San Rafael, California. With rain pouring down and a temperature in the 40s, our gym-sized armory was nearing its capacity of 125. All the cots and sleeping mats had been assigned, but people were still coming, and in no time there were complaints about the shortage. Soon some of the blacks and Latinos started accusing my fellow workers and me of racial favoritism. We were white. I was working at the shelter as a full-time counselor. Actually my duties were more like those of a handyman, but the money I earned was helping me pay my way through seminary.
            When the arguments started, I knew we were in trouble. The armory echoed with shouts and profanity. Some of the street people were trying to take sleeping mats away from others. When Bobbie, a black woman who worked late, found we hadn't saved her a mat as usual, she began to object loudly and accuse me of prejudice.  In the midst of all this, a Latino man named Jose, who had received one of the last sleeping mats, made his bed in the middle of the armory. He threw down his mat, fell on it, removed his tattered boots and collapsed in a drunken stupor.
            The stench of Jose's feet filled the air. The street people, ordinarily not picky about odors, now began to raise a great protest. I had been passing out towels when a group of men--blacks and whites--came to me insisting I had to do something about Jose.
            The obvious solution was to persuade him to take a shower, but when two other workers and I tried to wake him, it was no use. He was breathing, but nothing would rouse him. We discussed carrying him to the shower, but he weighed more than 200 pounds, deadweight, and we could hardly move him. When someone suggested we drag him back out to the sidewalk, a howl of protest swept through the other Latinos.
            "God, how am I supposed to handle this situation?" I prayed in desperation. "I don't know what to do!" Only a few nights earlier one of my fellow workers had been attacked and choked during one of the frequent melees at the armory. Then a thought occurred to me: If I can't get Jose into the shower, maybe I can bring the shower to him. We didn't have a washbasin, but in the kitchen I found a large bowl and a container of lemon-scented dishwashing liquid.
            Armed with a washcloth, towel and the bowl full of warm soapy water, I headed back toward Jose. From all over the armory, stares of anger and suspicion followed me. Back at Jose's mat, I knelt, rolled up his pants legs, and began to remove his filthy socks, which were soggy on the bottom but dried to cardboard stiffness on top. I finally managed to tug them off, leaving the weave of the fabric imprinted on his skin.  The stench would have been overwhelming if it had not been for the scent of the lemon bubbles in the bowl. It took some persuasion, but one of the men who helped with the mats finally agreed to throw the socks away and take Jose's boots outside to air.
            Then I went to work with the lemon soap and washcloth. For several minutes I carefully cleaned Jose's calves and ankles, feet and toes. In no time the water was black. I took the towel and dried the area, then, still on my knees, turned to pick up the bowl. As I did, I saw a forest of legs and knees surrounding me. Have they come to throw us both out: I wondered.
            Slowly, warily, I stood up. My eyes came to rest on the face of one of the black men who had been protesting the loudest. And he was grinning! I had never seen him smile before! I looked from face to face. I was stunned. They were smiling--men and women of all races. And Bobbie, with tears in her eyes, stepped forward, took my soapy hands in hers and kissed them.
            Nothing could have prepared me for what I experienced at that moment. No sermon, no seminary class. It was as if Jesus' words had come to life in me: "Whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant" Matthew 20:27. It had not been intentional; I was simply doing my job. But by carrying out this unpleasant task, I had won over an entire auditorium of street people, and gained their respect. A quiet hush fell on the National Guard armory in San Rafael that night. The shouting and the threats were gone. Someone who had both a mat and a cot gave his mat to Bobbie. And after some looking around, we even came up with a fresh pair of socks for Jose.
--Rodney Roberson

            IXØYÈ is the Greek word for "fish."  The fish was chosen as an early Christian symbol because each of the letters in the Greek word represented a belief of the church concerning Jesus.  The "I" is the first letter in the Greek word for "Jesus."  "X" is the first letter in the Greek word for "Christ,"  "Ø"  is the first letter in the Greek word for "God," "Y" is the first letter in the Greek word for "son," "È " is the first letter in the Greek word for "Savior."

            My father taught me to read the Bible in Hebrew when a young child. We began at Genesis. When we came to Isaiah he skipped the fifty-third chapter. I asked him why. He said it was not necessary for Jews to read that chapter. I became more curious. I asked him who it was for, and he said Christians. I asked him what the Christian Bible was doing in our Bible. He became very angry and told me to keep quiet. He said again it was not necessary to read it.
            I wondered why God would put unnecessary things in the Bible. I copied the fifty-third chapter on paper and carried it in my stocking for two years until I came to America--the free country. I looked at it at night and every chance I could without being seen. I took better care of that paper than people do of money.
            Through reading this wonderful chapter I was led to accept Christ as my Savior. I was walking in New York one day and heard a lady reading this chapter. She explained that it referred to Jesus Christ. It satisfied me completely.
--Sunday School Times

            Joe Bayly in his book, View From A Hearse says that one of the best contributions we can make to a person going through intense suffering and loss is our presence without words, not even verses of Scripture dumped into the ears of the grieving.  He said: Don't try to "prove" anything to a survivor.  An arm about the shoulder, a firm grip of the hand, a kiss:  these are the proofs grief needs, not logical reasoning.
I was sitting, torn by grief.  Someone came and talked to me of God's dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave. He talked constantly, he said things I knew were true.
I was unmoved, except to wish he'd go away.  He finally did.
Another came and sat beside me.  He didn't talk.  He didn't ask leading questions.  He just sat beside me for an hour or more, listened when I said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left.
I was moved.  I was comforted.  I hated to see him go.

            Joe the butcher was closing the store one Saturday night when his best customer Mrs. Brown came in and asked for a nice roasting chicken. Joe put the last one he had on the scales.  "It's 2 pounds 4 ounces."  "That's too small," she answered, "do you have a larger one?"  He went to the cooler and then returned with the same chicken.  Weighing it, he said, "Just 3 pounds." Still not satisfied, his customer said, "I think I'll take them both!" Joe was speechless.  He had been caught, in a lie. -- "The Search Light"

            Johann Gutenberg was not satisfied with the status Quo.  What did he do?  He simply combined two previously unconnected ideas to create an innovation.  He refused to limit his thinking to the singular purpose of the wine press or to the solitary use of the coin punch. One day he entertained an idea no one else had ever thought of: "What if I took a bunch of coin punches and put them under the force of the wine press so that they left their images on paper instead of metal?" From that idea the printing press was born.
What limits in your thinking is God challenging today?

            John and Dave were hiking when they spotted a mountain lion staring at them.  John froze in his tracks, but Dave sat down on a log, tore off his hiking boots, pulled a pair of running shoes from his backpack and hurriedly began to put them on.
            "You can't outrun a mountain lion!"  John hissed.
            "I don't have to," shrugged Dave.  "I just have to outrun you."

            John Henry Fabre, the great French naturalist, conducted a most unusual experiment with some Processionary Caterpillars.  These caterpillars blindly follow the one in front of them.  Hence, the name.  Fabre carefully arranged them in a circle around the rim of a flower pot, so that the lead caterpillar actually touched the last one, making a complete circle. In the center of the flower pot he put pine needles, which is food for the Processionary Caterpillar.  The caterpillars started around this circular flower pot.  Around and around they went, hour after hour, day after day, night after night.  For seven full days and seven full nights they went around the flower pot.  Finally, they dropped dead of starvation and exhaustion.  With an abundance of food less than six inches away, they literally starved to death, because they confused activity with accomplishment.  Many Christians make that same mistake.

            John Paton was a missionary in the New Hebrides Islands.  One night hostile natives surrounded the mission station, intent on burning out the Patons and killing them.  Paton and his wife prayed during that terror-filled night that God would deliver them.  When daylight came they were amazed to see their attackers leave.  A year later, the chief of the tribe was converted to Christ.  Remembering what had happened, Paton asked the chief what had kept him from burning down the house and killing them.  The chief replied in surprise, "Who were all those men with you there?"  Paton knew no men were present--but the chief said he was afraid to attack because he had seen hundreds of big men in shining garments with drawn swords circling the mission station.
            A modern-day account of angels protecting believers?  The Bible teaches that angels minister to believers today just as they did with Jesus and saints of the past.

            Joseph Stalin once attended a seminary of the Greek Orthodox Church.  His mother had dedicated him to God as a priest.  Out of the righteous home of Noah came carnal Ham.  Out of the home of a man after God's own heart came the traitor Absalom.  God also said that because of the sins of Manasseh He would destroy Judah from the face of the earth.  And Manasseh was the only son of the good king, Hezekiah.  Many of you know of homes today where the parents are godly and righteous but the children reject Jesus Christ.  It is hard to understand. -- W. A. Criswell

            A man was complaining of his neighbors. "I never saw such a wretched set of people," he said, "as are in this village. They are mean, greedy of gain, selfish, and careless of the needs of others. Worst of all, they are forever speaking evil of one another." "Is it really so?" asked an angel who happened to be walking with him. "It is indeed," said the man. "Why, only look at this fellow coming toward us!  I know his face, though I cannot just remember his name. See his little shark-like, cruel eyes, darting here and there like a ferret's, and the lines of covetousness about his mouth! The very droop of his shoulders is mean and cringing, and he slinks along instead of walking." "It is very clever of you to see all this," said the angel, "but there is one thing which you did not perceive; that is a mirror we are approaching." --Gospel Herald