by DDI | Feb 18, 2025 | Spiritual Growth, Archives
Take me back to the old Paths When Moms were at home, dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did… Take me back to the old Paths When Moms were at home, dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did not pay; Hard work did; And people knew the difference. Moms could cook; Dads would work; Children would behave. Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive, and children were polite. Women wore dresses, and Men wore trousers. Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen; and children looked decent. People loved the truth, and hated a lie; They came to church to get IN, not to get OUT! Hymns sounded godly; sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; and crying sounded sincere. Cursing was wicked; drinking was evil, and divorce was unthinkable. We read the Bible in public; prayed in school; And preached from house to house. To be called a Christian was worth living for; To be called a traitor was a shame! Sex was a personal word. Homosexual was an unheard-of word, And abortion was an illegal word. Preachers preached because they had a message; and Christians rejoiced because they had the victory!
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by DDI | Feb 17, 2025 | Archives
A rich man looked through his window and saw a poor man picking things from his trash bin. He said, “Thank God, I’m not poor.” The poor man looked around and saw a naked man in lunatic displays on the street. He said, “Thank God, I’m not mad.”
by DDI | Feb 16, 2025 | Inspiration, Archives
“So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. “Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted, I was about to leap off when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, ‘I’ll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.’
by DDI | Feb 15, 2025 | Inspiration, Archives
If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
by DDI | Feb 14, 2025 | Spiritual Growth, Archives
Dancing with God. When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing “dance” at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God’s will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn’t flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.
