A father’s example. World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day, his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realised that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold. A squadron of Japanese bombers was speeding its way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenceless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 guns blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch weaved in;

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby …somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, “normal” is history. Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct…somebody never took a three-year-old shopping. Somebody said being a mother is boring…somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver’s permit. Somebody said if you’re a “good” mother, your child will “turn out good”…somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee. Somebody said “good” mothers never raise their voices…somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor’s kitchen window. Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother…somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math. Somebody said you can’t love the fifth child as much as you love the first…somebody doesn’t have five children. Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books…somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears. Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labour and delivery…somebody never watched her “baby” get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military “boot camp.” Somebody;

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb; Music to hear, and books to read; Friends to cherish, and life to lead. Dust if you must, but the world’s out there With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair; A flutter of snow, a shower of rain, This day will not come around again. Dust if you must, but bear in mind, Old age will come and it’s not kind. And when you go (and go you must) You, yourself, will make more dust. Meditation: Stand up in the presence of the elderly, and show respect for the aged. Fear your God. I am the Lord.” – Leviticus 19:32 Also Read: Men in the Bible: A Man of Considerable Goodwill The Myth of Omnipresence (1): The 5 Places God Always Is Overwhelmed Great Truths Adults Learned I Passed a Professional Exam and Got a Job After 10 Years You can now partner with the Daily Dew Ministry by clicking here.

At certain times in life, we may feel insignificant and useless. Surrounded by people with greater talent than ours, we are tempted in our weak moments just to settle back and let somebody else do the work. We reason that what we have to offer won’t make much difference anyway. We forget the truth suggested by our Lord’s use of five loaves and two small fish to feed a multitude. (John 6:1-14). Each of us has something important to offer in His service. Sir Michael Costa was conducting a rehearsal in which the orchestra was joined by a great chorus. About halfway through the session, with trumpets blaring, drums rolling, and violins singing their rich melody, the piccolo player muttered to himself, “What good am I doing? I might just as well not be playing. Nobody can hear me anyway.” So he kept the instrument to his mouth, but he made no sound. Within moments, the conductor cried, “Stop! Stop! Where’s the piccolo?” It was missed by the ear of the most important person of all. It’s much the same way with the use of our abilities for the Lord. Whether our talent is great or small, the performance isn’t complete until we do our best with what we have. Meditation: “To one he gave five talents, to another, two,;

Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 41. I was in high school. The class was taught by one of the two teachers who impacted me most, Mr. Bales. The other teacher was Mrs. Drew from the seventh grade. It’s amazing how I can remember from over 30 years ago my two most impactful teachers. The eighth grade. It was a time when I, like most, didn’t know what I was to be in life. The drama of that time of youth was simply getting through school and making the long walk home. Some things will still be like the eighth grade when you get to be eighty. The test was the final for the class. I remember anxiously waiting as Mr. Bales passed out test after test. It was a rather difficult test. I didn’t know how well I had done, but I knew there were things on it that I didn’t know. The air whooshed around the pages as it made a gentle sound, plopping down. It was a rhythm as each student received their test A, plop, plop, plop. I heard groan after groan that accompanied the plops. I could tell by the groans that the grades weren’t looking good. Mr. Bales dropped the stapled pages on my desk. There in big red numbers,;

Some years earlier, there was a man in Chicago called Easy Eddie. At that time, Al Capone virtually owned the city. Capon wasn’t famous for anything heroic. His exploits were anything but praiseworthy. He was, however, notorious for enmeshing the city of Chicago in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. Easy Eddie was Capone’s lawyer, and for a good reason. He was very good! His skill at legal manoeuvring kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capon paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Yes, Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddy did have one soft spot, however. He had a son whom he loved dearly. Eddy saw to it that his young son had the best of everything: clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organised crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Yes, Eddie tried to teach his;

The shortest chapter in the Bible is Psalms 117. The longest chapter in the Bible is Psalms 119. Which chapter is in the centre of the Bible? Answer – Psalms 118 There are 594 chapters before Psalms 118. There are 594 chapters after Psalms 118. Add these numbers up and you get 1188. And what do you suppose is the centre verse in the Bible? Answer – Psalms 118:8 This verse says something significant about God’s perfect will for our lives: Psalms 118:8 (NKJV) — “It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.” Now it shouldn’t seem odd how this worked out, after all, God was at the centre of it. Also Read: Expecting the Unexpected The Benefits of Wisdom: Triple Advantage Entities in the Bible: The First Surrogate Parent Lessons From the Geese Jesus, the Living Word You can now partner with the Daily Dew Ministry by clicking here.

Great truths adults learned: 1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree. 2) Wrinkles don’t hurt. 3) Families are like fudge…. mostly sweet, with a few nuts. 4) Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground. 5) Laughing is a good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside. 6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the joy. Meditation: “Even to your old age I am He, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.” – Isaiah 46:4 Also Read: Expecting the Unexpected The Benefits of Wisdom: Triple Advantage Entities in the Bible: The First Surrogate Parent Lessons From the Geese Jesus, the Living Word You can now partner with the Daily Dew Ministry by clicking here.

11 Reasons you will not hear a fan give for not attending a game: 1. Every time I went, they asked me for money. 2. The people with whom I had to sit didn’t seem very friendly. 3. The seats were too hard and not at all comfortable. 4. I went to many games, but the coach never came to call on me. 5. The referee made a decision with which I could not agree. 6. I suspected that I was sitting with some hypocrites — they came to see their friends, and what others were wearing, rather than to see the game. 7. Some games went into overtime, and I was late getting home. 8. The band played some numbers that I had never heard before. 9. It seems that the games are scheduled when I want to do other things. 10. I was taken to too many games by my parents when I was growing up. 11. I don’t want to take my children to any games, because I want them to choose for themselves what sport they like best. So why use them to stay away from church? Meditation: “Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.”;

Some people are kind, polite, and sweet-spirited-until you try to sit in their pews. Many folks want to serve God, but only as advisers. It is easier to preach ten sermons than it is to live one. When you get to your wits’ end, you’ll find God lives there. People are funny, they want the front of the bus, the middle of the road, and the back of the church. Opportunity may knock once, but temptation bangs on your front door forever. Don’t complain about your church; if it were perfect, you couldn’t belong. One phrase that is guaranteed to wake up an audience: “And in conclusion.” If the church wants a better preacher, it only needs to pray for the one it has. God Himself does not propose to judge a man until he is dead. So why should you? To make a long story short, don’t tell it. Some minds are like concrete, thoroughly mixed up and permanently set. Peace starts with a smile. I don’t know why some people change churches; what difference does it make which one you stay home from? Why sing “Standing on the Promises” while only sitting on the premises? Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous. Don’t put a question mark where God put a period. Don’t wait for 6 strong;