True Royalty

True Royalty

True Royalty Author – Unknown  A beggar lived near the king’s palace. One day he saw a proclamation posted outside the palace gate. The king was giving a great dinner…. True Royalty Author – Unknown  A beggar lived near the king’s palace. One day he saw a proclamation posted outside the palace gate. The king was giving a great dinner. Anyone dressed in royal garments was invited to the party.  The beggar went on his way. He looked at the rags he was wearing and sighed. Surely only kings and their families wore royal robes, he thought.  Slowly an idea crept into his mind. The audacity of it made him tremble. Would he dare?  He made his way back to the palace. He approached the guard at the gate. “Please, sire, I would like to speak to the king.”  “Wait here,” the guard replied.  In a few minutes, he was back. “His Majesty will see you,” he said and led the beggar in.  “You wish to see me?” asked the king.  “Yes, Your Majesty. I want so much to attend the banquet, but I have no royal robes to wear. Please, sir, if I may be so bold, may I have one of your old garments so that I, too, may come to the banquet?”  The beggar shook so hard

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Why God Allows Pain

Why God Allows Pain

Why God Allows Pain Author – Unknown A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began… Why God Allows Pain Author – Unknown A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: “I don’t believe that God exists.” “Why do you say that?” asked the customer. “Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.” The customer thought for a moment but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barbershop again

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Jesus Wants All of You

Jesus Wants All of You

Jesus Wants All of You Author – Unknown Once there was this very wealthy young man. He lived in a great, elaborate house with dozens of rooms. Each room was… Jesus Wants All of You Author – Unknown Once there was this very wealthy young man. He lived in a great, elaborate house with dozens of rooms. Each room was more comfortable and more beautiful than the one before it. There were paintings and sculptures. Crystal chandeliers, and golden, ornate railings on the stairs. More beauty than most have ever seen. One day he decided to invite the Lord to come and stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered him the very best room in the house. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. “This room is yours, Jesus! Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room, remember Jesus, it’s all yours.” “Thank you” the Lord replied, and with that, the man shut the door and went about his daily business. That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the door he found that the devil had sent

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The Room

The Room

The Room Author – Unknown In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for one wall covered with small… The Room Author – Unknown In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for one wall covered with small index card files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction and had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention read “People I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realise that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life. Here were written the actions of every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends”

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What Does Love Mean to 4-8-Year-Old Kids? 

What Does Love Mean to 4-8-Year-Old Kids? 

What does Love mean to 4-8-year-old kids?  Slow down for a few minutes to read this…💕 A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to… What does Love mean to 4-8-year-old kids?  Slow down for a few minutes to read this…💕 A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8-year-olds, ‘What does love mean?’ The answers they got were broader, deeper, and more profound than anyone could have ever imagined! ‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore…  So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.  That’s love.’  Rebecca – age 8 ‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’  Billy – age 4 ‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’  Karl – age 5 ‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ Chrissy – age 6 ‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ Terri – age 4 ‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee

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