... . An artist asked a friend to come to see a painting he had just finished. Arriving at the painter's house, the friend was escorted by an assistant to a dark room where he was asked to wait. After about fifteen minutes, the artist entered the room and warmly greeted his guest. "I suppose you thought it unusual to be left in that dark room for so long," the artist said. "Yes," answered his friend, "I did." "Well," said the artist, "I knew that if you came into my studio with the glare of the street in your ...
... . He once told a true story about a farmer plowing his field. He was tilling manure into the field in the springtime, using a tractor and a disc plow. It was a long field and the tractor was moving slowly, about five miles an hour. It was a warm day, the man was bored, sitting there wishing he were somewhere else, doing something else with his life. He was tired of working for his father. And out of boredom, he dozed off, and started to fall backwards off the seat. He woke up, falling. Because the tractor ...
... album and put it away. On the way back to her room, she stopped and glared at her mother and said, "Well, I'm sure not there now!" (1) Sometimes family life gives us a glimpse of what heaven must be like. There are those good times, those warm times, in which we ask what we could ever have done to deserve such joy. There are other times, though, when, like that little girl, we know we're not in heaven now. PARTICULARLY IS IT DIFFICULT TO BE A PARENT. Parenthood is life's most challenging and complicated ...
... he was there. In fact, they all stood around with what he thought was a pained look on their faces. Finally he came to one brother who looked more accessible than the rest and said to him, “I’m sorry to say this, but this isn’t a very warm church. What is it that you folks believe in?” The man replied grimly, “Oh, we believe in simply doing our duty and bearing our crosses until Christ returns.” The salesman looked at the man’s sour face and said, “Buddy, let me tell you one thing, if he’s ...
... little town's "Scrooge." No one really seemed to care for Mr. Kline. Even little children had made up rhymes about him which ridiculed his selfish eccentricity. One particular Sunday night he was walking down the street past the local church. It was a very warm summer night, the windows of the church were opened and the singing could be heard up and down the lane. Kline was very discouraged, defeated, and convinced that life simply wasn't worth living. He had no family and certainly no friends. He was at ...
... . She replied, "I have not left the matter till this hour." She was prepared. An old Scotsman expressed the same sense of assured preparedness as he faced eternity. As a friend offered some sayings at the end, he replied, "I thatched my house when the weather was warm." He was ready. (3) Dr. John Mitchell relates a story about seeing a friend who was in the last day of his life. When Dr. Mitchell came to his bedside, the man reached out and grasped his hand. "Oh, John," he whispered, "I'm so sick." Then ...
... to pray and offer words of Heavenly Benediction for those in need we must act. We see exactly that in James 2: 1516 which says "Suppose a brother or sister is without clothing or daily food. What good is there in your saying to them ˜God bless you! Keep warm and eat well.' If you do not give them the necessities of life?" James' point is that there is nothing good in such an attitude. We must put our faith into action. We must respond to the physical needs of others not only with prayer but also with ...
... ! For 20 years I have heard everyone in Lowell thanking me. They always say, 'I am very well, thank you, Dr. Edson. "It's nice to hear someone thanking God." Do you have your health? Do you have people who love you? Do you have food to eat and a warm place to sleep on a cold winter night? Do you know that Jesus Christ died for your sins? We have much to be thankful for. We give, first of all in response to all that God has done for us. IN THE SECOND PLACE, WE GIVE AS A REMEDY TO ...
... fed to the pigs. But one day he came to himself. What a great statement! He came to himself. He wasn't a pig. He was a boy. He wasn't a swine but a son. Even the servants in his father's house had plenty to eat and a warm place to sleep. What was he doing in a pigpen? He would go back to his father and say, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son...." He was taking responsibility for his own situation, and that is always ...
... . "Where have you been since?" "I’ve been walking back," he said. If you happen on a bear when you leave church this morning, you might be justifiably afraid. However, if you are afraid of the person next to you, if you are hesitant to reach out a warm hand in greeting and say, "It’s good to see you this morning. How have you been doing?" then something is wrong. Yet there are people who would rather face a hungry bear than talk to their neighbors. It doesn’t make sense, and yet fear has an ability ...
... something to his own salvation. He still could not get it into his head that he was saved through sheer grace and that what was needed was a complete surrender of himself daily to that grace. It was that same message of divine grace that warmed John Wesley's heart in a little room on Aldersgate Street. In fact he was listening to the words of Martin Luther concerning salvation by faith alone when he had the life transforming experience that propelled him into the forefront of the great Revival movement ...
... about a ragged newsboy years ago in Chicago who had that same kind of determination. This young fellow used to huddle on a sidewalk grating near the Chicago TRIBUNE building because the flow of heat from the presses operating in the basement kept him warm. From that vantage point, the boy could see well dressed men and women going into a theater across the street where brilliant lights on the marquee spelled out the evening’s attraction. He decided one cold night that someday he would be that attraction ...
... time monotonously picking coal down there in those dark tunnels. The miner picked up a piece of coal and said, "I don't think you understand. This is not just a lump of coal. This is light and heat and power. Perhaps it will light a city, or it may warm a home or run a train. I'm not just a miner for the company. I'm helping people I don't even know have a better way of life." It can improve your attitude toward your work if you can see a purpose higher than a pay check. You ...
... to a large cavern and climbed to a ledge about forty feet above the rising water. Their teeth chattering, their limbs jerking, they knew of the possibility of hypothermia, shock, and coma. Finally, Beck found a sort of den under the cave roof. To keep warm, they stacked themselves in like cord wood. Then there was nothing they could do but wait in the pit and listen to the roar of the rushing water. Their situation seemed impossible until a scuba diver made his way up the roaring underground river nearly ...
... the passage from life is a tremendous pleasure." Lee Trevino was sitting under a tree when lightning hit. "It bolted my arms and legs out stiff, jerked me off the ground," he recalls, "and killed me. I knew I was dead. There was no pain. Everything turned a warm, gentle orange color. I saw my mama who had been dead for years. I saw other people from my life. It was a newsreel like you read about " my life passing before my eyes. But it was so pleasant, so wonderful, I felt great. I thought, boy this ...
... was the hand the other man had just clasped! Ron momentarily froze, repelled to think that he had licked something that smelly, dirty man had just touched. It was a moment of revelation for Ron. “The light of awareness changed my vision and my heart warmed with new understanding,” Ron says. “No longer was Jesus only the handsome man I had pictured in my mind and seen in paintings,” he continued. “Now he had a scarred, stubbled face and fingers stained yellow; he was dirty, he smelled bad, and he ...
... a little cash into a New Testament. She found his backpack in the yard, and stuck the packet inside. She imagined him traveling that day looking for work and at the end of the day bedding down somewhere under the stars, weary and all alone. She was warmed by the thought of Floyd's surprise when he discovered her note, the New Testament and the cash she had planted in his backpack. This Christian couple never saw Floyd again. Four years later Floyd's sister wrote to the them, telling of his death. As Floyd ...
... she would be chosen as the Messiah's mother. Wendy Wright tells of attending a retreat at a Benedictine monastery on the coast of rural Massachusetts. It had been a brisk New England winter with plenty of cold weather and snow. One night as she was leaving the warm retreat house an old monk burst in. "Does anyone want to see a newborn lamb down at the barn," he asked. Some begged off, saying they had a long drive to make. Only Wendy and one or two others accepted his invitation. He led them out through the ...
... baby was the long-awaited Messiah. This was indeed a special moment for this old man. He had waited all his life for this moment. He was holding the Messiah in his unsteady arms. Simeon blessed Mary and Joseph. This would have been one of those warm Christmas memories that Joseph and Mary would have cherished forever if Simeon had stopped there. He did not. He turned to Mary and uttered a heartbreaking prophecy, "A sword will pierce your own soul...." What could he mean? A sword would pierce Mary's soul ...
... go through with it, it may cost you your life." Harold sat there too stunned to say anything. The doctor continued, "You should go to bed at once to prevent any more hemorrhages." The doctor told him he should take his illness seriously and go to a warm climate. "Can't take chances with tuberculosis," the doctor said as Harold left his office. Harold thought long and hard over the doctor's words. He realized that if he was unable to perform his role, the Passion Play would have to be cancelled and people ...
... in a nearby town. Reluctantly Jerry agreed. On the way to church it happened. "I was driving along toward town when I heard a voice say, `He is risen,'" Jerry explained. At church Jerry experienced something he never had before. Jerry found "joyfilled faces, heart-warming music, and sincerity." When the invitation to follow Christ was given at the end of the service Jerry went forward "like a child," as he puts it. "I said, `yes,'" Jerry says. "I saw that Jesus was, and had been, knocking at the door of ...
... a decision: Will we live for ourselves, or will we live for him? One person who lives for Jesus is Annie Howard. She volunteers her time at the Kentucky Correctional Institute for Women. When she arrives at the prison each day, she is usually greeted warmly by a number of the inmates who want to share the events of their lives. She walks through the prison, waving and chatting. She gives encouragement to any who are having problems. She visits the chapel, and helps in the weekly Bible study. She talks with ...
... with her daughter day and night, displaying an amazing strength which inspired her family and friends. Eventually the little girl recovered. Once she was home, everyone asked her mother how she had done it. How could anyone have the strength to do what she did? The young mother smiled warmly, and told her questioners, "She's my child. I love her more than breathing. She needed me. She needed me as never before. I had to do it. I had to be there for her!" (2) That's love, isn't it? It's not, "I love you for ...
... eating and sleeping habits and his skills improve further. In fact, he starts winning some races and posting some excellent times for his event. Finally Biff is invited to the big race at the state tournament. He arrives at the track early to stretch and warm up. Then, only a few minutes before his event, guess who shows up: sweet little Susie, looking more beautiful and desirable than ever. She prances up to Biff in a scanty outfit which accentuates her finer physical features. In her hands is a sumptuous ...
... only in the politicians and their speeches, and the voters and their votes, not the attentions of a little girl. It so happened, however, that as the campaign train approached the town, it was forced to stop for repairs. Lincoln, not wanting to sit in the warm train, set off across the fields on foot. Walking through the streets of the empty town, he found the little girl's house. When Lincoln introduced himself at the door, the maid was speechless. But the little girl and her playmate, the maid's daughter ...