... bathes the child, croons softly, tries a little patty-cake game. "After a while, maybe you get a smile," she tells a visitor. "So you know the baby's trying too. You keep loving it -- and you wait." Clara Hale is 79 years old, a tiny, birdlike woman with nut-brown skin and a curling halo of white hair. "The baby craves something he doesn't understand," she explains. The "something" is heroin, and it may take a month before the baby is cleansed of the addiction that began in his mother's womb. A physician, a ...
... are obvious. Take a brand new, straight-from-the-box handkerchief. It looks white, and to all intents and purposes, it is white. Now drop it, in all of its fresh whiteness, onto a patch of new fallen snow, and watch the handkerchief turn gray. ... up with the bad news. James Michener paints such a picture of Abner Hale in Hawaii, which is the story of the missionaries who went to the islands in the early 1 800s. The fictional Mr. Hale was a difficult person to get along with because he was so judgmental ...
... depression with its widespread unemployment, Cleveland was confronted with much labor unrest. One day a lean and hungry man came to the White House to dramatize the plight of the poor, he got down on his hands and knees and began chewing the grass as the ... it from the N.T., turn to James 2. Listen to verses 15-17. Did you read the story in Reader’s Digest about Momma Hale? She has consecrated herself to the care of babies born to drug-addicted mothers. She’s a black woman, lives in a brownstone in Harlem ...
... speaks to the pilot through the intercom. “Captain, we are out of Colombian coffee.” Immediately this large aircraft, with its white vapor trail, makes a U-turn and flies back in the opposite direction. Now I realize that U-turns can be ... , to be named as the most popular or the most powerful or the most influential or the prettiest or the most handsome. The late Congressman Hale Boggs had a little dose of this drum-major instinct. One night he and his wife went to a big convention at a hotel in Washington ...
... held for their ancestors. For generations Thanksgiving was celebrated sporadically, if at all, with no set date. Then in 1822 Sarah Hale, a young widow from New Hampshire, decided to revive this important celebration. Sarah, a mother of five children and an editor ... as the author of a little poem written in 1830 which begins like this: “Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow . . .” As the late Paul Harvey would say, “Now you know the rest of the story . . .” There is something healthy ...
... LIII How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise, Who wears his manhood hale and green: And dare we to this fancy give, That had the wild oat not been sown, The soil, left barren, scarce had grown The ... breasts and beaded eyes; While now we sang old songs that peal’d From knoll to knoll, where, couch’d at ease, The white kine glimmer’d, and the trees Laid their dark arms about the field. But when those others, one by one, Withdrew themselves from ...
... year. The highlights were numerous. I believe the most electric and meaningful for me was the testimony of Peter Storey a white Methodist preacher who serves in Johannesburg. Peter is going to preach for us here in the fall of 1988. Peter began ... of the Son of God.’ (Proceedings of the 15th World Methodist Conference, Nairobi, Kenya, July 23 29, 1986, edited by Joe Hale, pp. 173—174). His testimony confirmed that. One story after another of the Christ who is alive and goes before us. He told of a ...
Texts: Luke 24:1-12; 1 Corinthians 15:12-22 If Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain, and all your faith is in vain.(1 Corinthians 15:14) When Jesus was asked to heal a boy who had suffered seizures since his birth, our Lord said to the boy's father, "All things are possible to those who believe." And the boy's father said to Jesus, "I believe; help Thou my unbelief" (Mark 9:23-24). I wonder how many of us want to say those words as we come to the empty tomb this Easter morning: "Lord, ...
Blessed are they who heal us of self-despisings. Of all services which can be done to man, I know of none more precious.