Don’t Look Back
Don’t Look Back
As you travel through life there are always those times
When decisions just have to be made,
When the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce,
And the rain seems to soak your parade.
Don’t Look Back
As you travel through life there are always those times
When decisions just have to be made,
When the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce,
And the rain seems to soak your parade.
An Interview with God
“Come in,” God said to me, “So, you would like to interview Me?”
“If you have the time,” I said.
He smiled through His beard and said: “My time is called Eternity and is enough to do everything. What questions do you have in mind to ask me?”
Treasure
I remember reading a story once about a man who was exploring some caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled up some clay and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn’t look like much, but they intrigued the man so he took the bag out of the cave with him.
Lesson From The Geese
There was once a man who didn’t believe in God, and he didn’t hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays.
Ruth’s Hospitality Ruth went to her mailbox and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope… Ruth’s Hospitality Ruth went to her mailbox and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter: Dear Ruth, I’m going to be in your neighbourhood Saturday afternoon and I’d like to stop by for a visit. Love Always, Jesus Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.” With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. “Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.” She reached for her purse and counted out its contents: Five dollars and forty cents. “Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk, leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents to
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