... return once as a young man, but he was not interested in swinging from the tree's branches now. He was interested in only one thing--money. The tree had a great idea. "Take my apples and sell them," she said. The young man did. The tree was happy. A long time passed before the young man came by again. When he did, he was not interested in play. He wanted to build himself a house. "Here, take my branches," cried the tree, "and build your house." He did and the tree was happy. More years passed. Now the young ...
... lights finally went out, and they were in danger of losing their lives. After wandering around in the darkness for a long time, they sat down, and one of them said: "Let us sit perfectly still and see if we can feel the way in which the air is moving because ... it always moves toward the shaft." There they sat for a long time, when suddenly one of them felt a slight touch of air on his cheek. Up he sprang to his feet, exclaiming, "I felt it!" ...
... buy happiness, but still we dream. We dream that something life-changing will happen to us, that a handsome knight will come riding in on a great white horse to swoop us up in his arms, or that our boat will finally make it to the dock. We long for life to take on new meaning, new purpose, new direction, new excitement. We feel like we've missed something somehow. We identify with the old lady who was celebrating her one hundredth birthday. She sat rocking on her front porch, her glasses perched on her nose ...
... God reminds me of something that was once said about the dynamic businessman, Harold Geneen. Geneen has always been something of an enigma. Long after he had been running ITT, he remained a mystery man to such an extent that the press often misprinted his name as ... t hit it very far and it could do no damage. One day he thought that both his parents were out and the house empty, and he longed for the feel of a real golf ball on the head of his club. Just this once wouldn't matter. He teed up a real golf ball ...
... in the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, another old, bald-headed man came day after day and stood for long moments at a time in front of the portrait. The curator of the museum noticed him and, when his curiosity got the best of him, went over, tapped ... the man on the shoulder, and asked why he stood so long before the picture. The old man, with obvious irritation, turned on the curator and said, "Hush, young man! Can't you see I'm ...
... of the nails, and place my finger in the mark of the nails, and place my hand in his side, I will not believe." We all long for certainty. But that is one gift that God has not granted us. UNDOUBTEDLY, HE HAS HIS REASONS. If His aim is to produce mature spirits ... replied that he wished to enter the seminary. The conversation between the Russian soldier and the Polish priest went on for a long time. Even though the soldier never in fact entered and was far from clear in his mind about what a seminary really ...
... home or at church than that of really listening to other people. In his new book, BUS 9 TO PARADISE, Leo Buscaglia tells about boarding a flight recently to New York. The stewardess shouted with delight when he entered the plane. "I’ve wanted to meet you for such a long time. May I talk with you later?" she asked. When she got a break, she sat next to him and frantically told her story a cheating husband, a disturbed child, a feeling of despondency and helplessness, a fear of being unable to cope. After a ...
... came out, and later still more rain fell. Finally, a strange thing happened: Texas blue bonnets began to come up, and the earth was soon covered with blossoms. Where did they come from? Nobody planted them. The seed had been in the earth all the time, through the long dry years of drought, waiting for the moisture to quicken them to life. Through all the seven years it could have been said that there were flowers there even when there were no blossoms visible to the sight of the eye. (2) So it is with God's ...
... in the Bible. They slipped into the church and glued two pages of the pulpit Bible together. On the next Sunday the preacher got up to read his text. "Noah took himself a wife," he began, "and she was..." He turned the page to continue,"...300 cubits long, 50 cubits wide and 30 cubits high." He paused, scratched his head, turned the page back and read it silently, turned the page and continued reading. Then he looked up at the congregation and said, "I’ve been reading this old Bible for nigh on to fifty ...
... a brilliant writer-though he could not know at this point in his life that one day he would be perhaps the most influential writer who ever lived. And he was a Roman citizen, a matter of no small import. Chances are he would not have survived so long under any other circumstances. He was a cosmopolitan man who felt at home whether in the company of monarchs or slaves. Yet here he wasone of the leaders of a despised sect. A ragtag group that claimed that one Jesus of Nazareth had been raised from the dead ...
... terrible tyranny of past sins. Is there any hope for us? Of course. That hope begins in repentance. It was interesting to read in the news that the Los Angeles County School System has recently agreed to build a 10-foot-high and 300-foot-long wall beside the schoolyard at Zindbergh Junior High School. The $160,000 concrete wall is to serve as a bullet-barrier, protecting children from the frequent gunfire that erupts in the nearby neighborhood. I wonder if anyone has thought of investing that money in the ...
... agony and death to many of his neighbors. "I have always been haunted by the cries of those victims," he said time and again. Yet in 1882, past the age of 60, Pasteur gave up all his other studies in an intense search for a cure for rabies. For three long years, in spite of his deepseated fears, he risked his life living with mad dogs. At last he came through with a vaccine to cure the victims of rabies. On a July night in 1885 he tried the first injection on a little boy whose life seemed doomed. The boy ...
... artificial lights, and all the other dazzling sights to be seen in the Big Apple of that day. His people looked at him coldly and walked away. They began to call him Sagdluk, meaning The Liar, and this name he carried in shame to his grave. Long before his death his original name was entirely forgotten. Sometime later another Eskimo named Mitek also visited New York, where he saw many things for the first time and was impressed. Later, upon his return, he recalled the tragedy of Sagdluk, and decided that it ...
... pace with the other runners. As the race begins, the spectators don ™t know who will win. They do know, however, who will lose. Unless the man in the overcoat sheds his burdens, he doesn ™t stand a chance. For him, it will be a long, long run." (2) "Lay aside every weight," says the writer of Hebrews, "and sin which clings so closely..." Champions travel light. Kirkegaard once defined purity of heart as "willing one thing." If our minds are on finishing with heads held high, we dare not be distracted ...
... later, in a private interview, this is what she had to say: I’m scared! I’m really scared! I’ve lived without him for so long, I don’t know what it’ll be like when he comes home! You know what she was feeling, don’t you? And that’s the ... expect it of us. Or we do it because it feels good. A fellow sat in my study one day, and he explained to me a long list of his recent activities. I know years ago the church wouldn’t approve of these things, he said, but times have changed, haven’t they? ...
... would be engaged for one year, and then they would be married. The whole town would celebrate the marriage of two of its own. The wedding celebration and feast could last anywhere from a few days to a week. Mary and Joseph were excited about getting married. Joseph longed for the day when he could take Mary home as his wife. "We can imagine Joseph inventing carpentry errands that took him by Mary's house. We can picture Mary making a wide detour with her water jar on the way to the well and walking ever so ...
... , and also a great comfort to me, that God knows the human spirit and heart better than anyone else. God has known for a long time that we are not a patient people. God knows that most folks don't wait very well (I think Adam and Eve first ... . One was "Why We Can't Wait" and the other was titled "Why We Can Wait." Both sermons raised important questions on the old age dilemma, "How Long Do We Wait" and what do we do while we are WAITING? I want to share three insights that I believe will be of help to us, ...
... Digest to tell about a memorable argument he had with his wife. The argument was well under way as they left a party one evening. Once they were in the car, words were flying. The area they were driving through was not the best, so they stopped arguing just long enough to lock the doors. Then they started again. Merton's wife had really worked up a storm, and after a few choice words from him, she shouted, "Stop the car and let me out!" Merton pulled over to the curb. His wife unlocked the door and got out ...
... thrilled that there could be good feelings mixed in with faith that I really didn’t care about her opinions." More than ten years have passed since that special night. "I was on a mountain top that night," Peter reflected. "The feelings lasted a long time, but that mountain top hasn’t lasted all these years. Maybe I’ve been on more mountain tops than some, but I’ve also climbed, sometimes crawled, out of some awfully steep valleys, too." (1) Let’s talk about mountaintops and valleys this morning ...
... we have." Half a hour later the third stranger appeared, he was a French doctor. The doctor treated William and instructed him to get some rest. After a few hours the doctor was gone, and he never told them his name. As you can imagine it was a long day for William. Would he live? Would he have his eyesight? These were the questions he pondered that day. The next morning his eyesight was fully restored and so was his energy. In fact his eye wasn't even red. William offered a simple yet heartfelt prayer to ...
... , because only God can give me the strength to stand here before you and say these words. But they’re so important. Each of you has the decision to make that my son made. And this is the time when you have a choice, and we never know how long we’ll have to make that decision." Three weeks before John Morgan was killed in action, half a world from home, he wrote two letters to his family, "just in case." Shirley and her family gathered together and read the letters after they received the word that their ...
... life. He decided to attend church. As he entered a church for the first time he noticed people putting on long robes. They were also tying ropes around their waists and wrapping headdresses around their heads. "Come be a part of ... very big cross," he said, "but at that moment it seemed very large and very heavy." The walk from the front of the church to the back seemed a long way. "A part of me wanted to get it over with; to get out of there and put it down, because I felt very uncomfortable with it." Then ...
... hit the inside pitch." Tony Pena is thankful for the influence of his mother. Before he left for the United States, he prayed, "God, all I want from life is to be able to help my family. Please help me do that." Tony has helped his family. "Not long after I made the majors," he recalls. "I drove with Mama through the streets of Santiago." As they were driving Tony asked his mother, "what do you think of that house over there? Take a good look, Mama." They stopped in front of the house. "It’s a wonderful ...
... in hopes that you will tolerate mine. Dodging Responsibility Sin is dodging responsibility. "Why did you disobey my instructions?" God asked Adam in the Garden of Eden. Adam's response, a classic of shifting the blame, was: "The women you gave me ” she told me to." I learned a long time ago that I would never know for sure whether what I believed was true or false. So I would have to decide for myself how I was going to live. Was I going to live as though there were a just and loving God? As though I were ...
... all that he had and bought it." In the ancient world a fine pearl was as valuable as gold is in our day. Unlike the person who stumbled onto unexpected treasure, the pearl merchant was purposefully searching for one fine, perfect pearl. After much effort and a long search the merchant finally found the pearl he was looking for. He was filled with indescribable joy. In fact, he was willing to sell all the possessions of a lifetime in order to own the one exotic stone. And the life of faith is like that as ...