... of the congregation did. When Dorothy Proctor offered that prayer, she always prayed for “our pastor and his family.” Since pastors and pastors’ spouses are used to praying for others and listening to the problems of others, to this day my emotions are tender by the memory of someone praying for us. Pray specifically for your friends, relatives, neighbors, community, pastor, and congregation. Pray in the name of the Spirit and the character of Jesus because that’s what God wants to give you in your ...
... the pain of death. Another way we avoid death’s pain is to create gentle terms for dying and the circumstances of death. Funeral homes have “slumber rooms.” Instead of saying, “He died,” we say, “passed away.” Various groups have their own tender expressions, which aren’t always understandable to others. I remember my dad’s cousin talking about a recent Danish immigrant to North Dakota nearly a hundred years ago. He came into the mercantile one day, all excited, to announce to the gathered ...
... be this bad again (2:2). Locusts happen! Where could the people turn when there was nowhere to turn? Where are the locusts in your life on this Ash Wednesday? What seems to be chaotic and out of control? Where are those fragile and tender places in your hearts? For some, financial burdens have become as devastating as a horde of locusts. For others, family crises fill every thought and dream just like swarming locusts. Persisting sorrow and grief can drain energy reserves just like the cutting locusts slice ...
... of love, Shall my refuge be; Then, o'er a tranquil tide, My bark shall safely glide; I shall be satisfied, Ever close to Thee. 3. Keep Thou my all, O Lord, Hide my life in Thine; O let Thy sacred light O'er my pathway shine; Kept by Thy tender care, Gladly the cross I'll bear Hear Thou and grant my pray'r, Hide my life in Thine. Just because you are “One for All” does not mean it will reciprocate in “All for One.” When you warn others of dangers up ahead, and dangers you may just have ...
... . He carefully wrapped each gift and put them under the tree. On Christmas morning when his parents opened up their gifts their faces said it all. It was the look that simply said, “We think we just got the short end of the stick.” His mother being the tender-hearted person that she is smiled and simply said, “Thank you so much for the gift son, but you can have it.” That made him very happy. His dad, however, was something else. He tossed the gum over to his son mumbling something and put the Milky ...
... not used any mints, gum, or mouthwash for several hours. He finally had taken his shoes off as he prepared for bed. When he walked into the bedroom and sat down, she pulled him close to her, breathed heavily on him and said, “I have a confession to make.” Tenderly, he put his hand on her shoulder and said, “I know what it is. You have eaten my socks.” Unconfessed sin is like bad breath to God. It doesn’t lessen His love for us and it doesn’t affect His relationship to us, but it does affect our ...
... sweeter with every passing day. It is the beauty of a quiet and gentle spirit that trusts God, walks with God, and radiates the very love of God. Ladies, the heat that is generated by a quiet and gentile spirit that shows a husband respect and love, tender affection and a submissive spirit can melt the coldest heart. III. Focus On How You Respond To Your Husband For those Doubting Debbie’s out there, Peter reaches back into time and gives an example of the kind of woman he was talking about. He shares an ...
... criminals, drug dealers, domestic terrorists, out on the streets. Those who hurt others, steal, threaten, prey upon the innocent, they are the people we want to remove from society - to put somewhere separate and secure. But if anyone ought to have a tender spot in their heart for those in prison and incarcerated, it ought to be followers of Jesus. Jesus included visiting the prisoner along with feeding the hungry as mandated missions for his disciples. In fact, criminals were the people Jesus shared his ...
... This is St. Paul’s message to the church at Philippi. Listen to his beautiful and profound words: “Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own ...
... said, “I love you.” The next day Sherri came up to him and said, “Do you really love me?” “Yes,” he replied. “Do you mean it?” she asked seriously. “A lot of the boys tell me they love me, but some of them don’t mean it.” Even at the tender age of 7, says Brown, he knew the right answer to this question. “Of course I mean it.” He says that satisfied her for that day, but on the following day she came up to him again and said, “If you love me and you mean it, then why don ...
... read this passage to them, tears filled his eyes. All of the students knew he was thinking of his wife and the terrible grief of the last chapter of their life together. Says Krista Tippett, “He was cleaving to that promise . . . of a tender ultimate encounter with God when the sadness will be gathered up, the defects mended, the tears wiped away.” She says those sophisticated Yale students rose to their feet and applauded Leander Keck . . . tears pricked their eyes . . . and so did the promise in those ...
... and dance, and love more. The power of Christ sinks deep in your feet, and a Christian’s “determination” can’t be beat. Callouses are those raspy, nasty, scrappy, scruffy build ups in your skin. Callouses are caused by constant pressure and stress upon tender skin layers. A life of leisure and disengagement gives you lovely soft skin. A life of loving engagement and service to others gives you callouses. As Mary sought to fulfill her promise to be God’s “servant” to bring the Messiah into the ...
... You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife . . . or anything that belongs to your neighbor.” Author Ron Mehl wrote a book which he titled, The Ten(der) Commandments. And the Ten Commandments are tender commandments. These are common sense rules for organizing a society. We could not live together without them. Of course some of these rules are lightly regarded in our time. A mother complained to a schoolteacher that other students were stealing her daughter ...
... , they got tired and sat down a moment to rest. Their eyes chanced to fall upon a pair of little red shoes which had belonged to their little girl. This reminder of their precious daughter softened their hearts. Before long, they were weeping together in tenderness. God use the little red shoes to help them see their mistake. They got back together. The marriage was saved. That little reminder‑‑the little red shoes seemed to be the turning point in their lives. (3) The bread and the cup which we take ...
... It was the same word that Jesus used on the cross for His own mother. It would be like the term “lady” today. I’ve got a strange feeling it was the first time anyone had ever spoken a kind word to this woman. When she hears this voice of tenderness and kindness, she is all ears wondering what Jesus is going to say to her. Here is the amazing thing. Everyone that wanted to condemn her was unqualified to condemn her so they left. The One man who was qualified to condemn her didn’t and He stayed. This ...
... Willard Cantelon, in his book, The Day The Dollar Dies, tells the story of a German mother who wanted to help build a Bible school outside the city of Frankfurt which had been destroyed after the war. All during the war she had held her money with pride and tenderness hoarding it, guarding it, stashing it away because one day she would invest it in a worthy cause. The very day that she was going to take her money and begin to use it to build that school was the day that the German mark had been cancelled by ...
... it rains we get coated with mud and mildew. At such times we are incapable of bearing fruit. What does the owner of the vineyard do with us? Does he cut us off and throw us in the fire? No, we are too valuable to him for that. Instead, he tenderly washes us off and lifts us up with his gentle, nail-scarred hands and places us up higher where we can thrive again. Isn’t this a magnificent picture of what Christ does in our lives? “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener . . . Every branch that ...
... were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane! The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them Again. As the moon's soft splendor O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own. The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later, Tonight; No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter Delight. Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice ...
... in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill! But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
... Mondays: “He runs his $136 billion company, Berkshire Hathaway Inc., from a small office in Omaha with the notable absence of a computer. He shuns meetings and spent most of a recent Wednesday working on new lyrics to “Love Me Tender” for a birthday party for his friend Bill Gates. Despite having substantial stakes in Coca-Cola, Wells Fargo, American Express, and countless other companies, Berkshire has no public relations, human resources, or legal departments. Its headquarters is staffed by just ...
... things, "pondering them," as Luke puts it. Think of it! Whenever a new president is elected, tabloids and journals bump sales by pro?ling the arrival of the next "First Family." Women's clothing choices, children's behavior, couple's tenderness or standoffishness, are duly chronicled. Some First Families create idyllic portraits of the closest thing Americans will have to royalty (the Kennedys and "Camelot"). Others bring homespun commonness into the White House (the Carters). A few depict dynasties in the ...
... road to discourage bandits. He did not hurry on to form a committee for the improvement of Jericho Road while the victim expired from exposure. Instead, he gave the victim what he needed then. He poured a medicinal mixture of oil and wine on his wounds. After tenderly applying bandages, he gently placed the victim upon his donkey and brought him to an inn to a clean room for rest and regular care. Out of his own pocket, he paid the innkeeper the equivalent of two days' wages and promised more on his return ...
948. An Epidemic Among Two-Year-Olds
Illustration
Michael P. Green
The two-year-old, normally a quite obedient little boy, was having an attack of stubbornness—a disease endemic to the species. Still, it was surprising to see such a severe case in one of such tender years. His mother had asked the lad to do something, but he was much too absorbed in his own activities to take time out for that. The father watched as the mother went over to impress on the little boy the importance of minding his parents promptly—to which he ...
949. God's Knowability
Illustration
Michael P. Green
... to explain God is like trying to explain a kiss. You can check the dictionary definition: “A caress with the lips; a gentle touch or contact.” But does that really capture the essence of what a kiss is? Does that describe what a mother does when she tenderly places her lips on the forehead of her newborn child? Is that what the young lover does when he says good-night to his girl? Just as words cannot completely capture all that is involved in what we know by experience, we also cannot fully comprehend ...
950. Friends in Crow Places
Humor Illustration
Michael P. Green
... them (just being sociable, you know). The farmer saw the crows but didn’t see the parrot. He took careful aim and BANG! The farmer crawled over the fence to pick up the fallen crows, and lo, there was his parrot—badly ruffled, with a broken wing, but still alive. Tenderly, the farmer carried the parrot home, where his children met him. Seeing that their pet was injured, they tearfully asked, “What happened, Papa?” Before he could answer, the parrot spoke up: “Bad company!”