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� Monday, November 5, 2007 - Touch of The Master's Hand...

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Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile;


"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?"


"A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three.."


But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;


Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
said; "What am I bid for the old violin?"


And he held it up with the bow.  A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?


Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he.


The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand what changed its worth."


Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand."

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,


Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin,


A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. "He is
going" once, and "going twice, He's going and almost gone."


But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.


Author: Myra 'Brooks' Welch


Let us Journey On...

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� Monday, November 5, 2007 - The Son...

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 A  wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had  everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would  often sit together and admire the great works of art.

    

  When the Vietnam   conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and  died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified  and grieved deeply for his only son.

    

  About  a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A  young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

    

  He  said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son  gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to  safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He  often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out  this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist,   but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'  

    

  The  father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the  young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the  personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the  eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man  and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never  repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

    

  The  father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to  his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed  them any of the other great works he had collected.

    

  The  man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his  paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the  great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their  collection.

    

  On  the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his  gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.. Who  will bid for this picture?'

    

  There was silence.

    

  Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings.. Skip this one.'

    

  But the auctioneer persisted 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

    

  Another  voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the  Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'

    

  But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

    

  Finally,  a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime  gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.'  Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

    

  'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

    

  'Give it to him for $10 Let's see the masters.'

    

  '$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'

    

  The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

    

  They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

    

  The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

    

  A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

    

  The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

    

  'What about the paintings?'

    

  'I  am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a  secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that  stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be  auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire  estate, including the paintings.

    

  The man who took the son gets everything!'

    

  God  gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the  auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the  son?'

    

  Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

    

  FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

 

Let us Journey On...

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� Tuesday, October 30, 2007 - No Weapon...

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"No weapon formed against me shall prosper, no it won't work."

My name is Tammy. This is my life. I will get saved when "I've Got Time".
 I was born Jan. 1, 1964. As I grew up, the LORD kept his hands on me.

He healed my polio. Now I walk like you. "Thank you Jesus." He showed
 me right from wrong. I think I'll get saved when I turn 30. "I've Got Time!'

I got on drugs, He brought me through. Thank you, Jesus!

I got pregnant, and cried to the Lord. He gave me a husband. I said to myself,
 "When I turn 30, I'll get saved, I've Got Time!

" I've been shot in the back. The doctor said I would not walk again. I cried
 again to Jesus for two years. Now I run and jump. I should Get saved now!  No, I'll wait until I'm 30. "I've Got Time."

I have no food in my house. My children are h ungry. I asked the Lord to make
 a way. Right then my doorbell rings. The UPS man is Ringing my bell. He has  a letter for me. I sing as I return in my house. I open the letter. It is a check
for $50. "Thank you Jesus."Again I promise, "When I turn 30, I'll get saved,
 "I've Got Time."

"I read my Bible. I know of the Lord. He and I go a long way back. "I've Got
  Time." "It's Saturday, night. I am going out. I am going to have myself some fun. I put the kids to bed. When I step out, I see my sister running towards
me. She told me one of my children was playing with matches, and was burnt.
 Again, I Cried to the Lord. "LORD, LORD, Hear my prayer. Help me LORD."  And, he did. He did not take my child. I did not lose my children to the state.

I'm really going to get saved when I turn 30. My cancer went into remission.
 My body is healed. Praise the LORD! "I've Got Time." I'm 30 now.

Tonight is my last night to live my unsaved life. Guess Wha t ? My birthday falls
 on Saturday. Therefore, Sunday, I will be at church praising the Lord. However,  for now it's still Saturday..I am having so much fun at my party in my back yard. They threw me in the pool. I felt a timer in my head.

SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TO ME. WHAT'S WRONG! I DON'T KNOW. I SEE LIGHT.
 THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME, BUT I CANNOT TALK. I CRY TO THE LORD. I  SAID, LORD WHAT TIME IS IT? IT'S 11:55 "BUT I DON'T KNOW YOUR VOICE. WHO  ARE YOU? MY NAME IS LUCIFER. "I DON'T LOVE, I DON'T LIKE," I JUST WANT YOUR SOUL. EVERY TIME I CAME FOR YOU THE LORD SAID NO. SOMEONE WAS PRAYING  FOR YOU SO I PLANTED A SEED TO MAKE YOU THINK YOU HAD TIME. YOU SEE, I'M  SMART, I'M D I RT Y, AND I'M THE BEST LIAR.

Tammy died December 31, 1993. Five minutes before she turned 30 years old.

Now tell me, DO YOU HAVE TIME?

THE WILL OF GOD
The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you.
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

 

Author Unknown... but greatly appreciated

 

Let us journey on...


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� Saturday, October 27, 2007 - Quote for the day...

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Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain.
Bartholomew
Let us journey on... feeling as we go forward...
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� Friday, October 26, 2007 - The Hot Water Bottle...

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THE HOT WATER BOTTLE - A True Story By Helen Roseveare, Missionary to Africa 

One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter. 

We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. 

A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "...and it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm." 

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby'll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, " ...And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything: The Bible says so, but there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! 

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time that I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone; so, I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then, there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children began to look a little bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - - that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. As I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it, and pulled it out. Yes, "A brand-new rubber, hot water bottle!" I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone: She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?" 

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -- five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "That afternoon!" "And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear." Isaiah 65:24 

Helen Roseveare a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa, told this as it had happened to her in Africa. She shared it in her testimony on a Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church.

 

This story originates from Helen Roseveare, a missionary from Northern Ireland.  TruthOrFiction.com tracked her down and she told us this story is true and that she included it in her book "Living Faith."  She has written about the revival that took place in the 1950's in what was then the Belgian Congo.  She has been associated with WEC (World Evangelization for Christ at http://www.wec-int.org/index.html). 

Some of her writings can be ordered from (
http://www.wec-int.org/ministries.htm#books)

 

Let us journey on...

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� Friday, October 26, 2007 - Grow Old - Or Grow Up?

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The first day of school our professor introduced himself and
challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. !

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My
name is Rose. I'm 87 yrs. old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and
she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married,
and have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to
be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting
one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a
chocolate milk shake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next 3 months we would
leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening
to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily
made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in
the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living
it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football
banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced
and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared
speech, she dropped her 3 x 5 cards on the floor. Frustrated and a
little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said,
"I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is
killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop
playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and
achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.You've
got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even
know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are 19 yrs. old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do
one productive thing, you will turn 20 yrs. old. If I am 87 yrs. old and
stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn 88.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The
idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no
regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for
things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with
regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our
daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree
she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep .

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to
the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be
all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice
to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! These words have been
passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

 

Author Unkown but greatly appreciated...



REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Pass this message on, you will receive a miracle tomorrow
(if you don't think so...look out your window when you wake in the morning and think about it)

"Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you
know they are always there."

 

Let us journey on...


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� Wednesday, October 24, 2007 - The Returning...

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Well it's been a long time since I've blogged in.  Hey troutdude and SilverWind... sorry it's been so long.  Hope you both are well.  I will attempt to allot time for blogging and get back on track.  My life has become very busy... I am now attending Seminary and the kids don't stop growing and eating, however God has put a burden back in my heart to minister through blogging.  Hope to blog you all soon... Paul.

 

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� Saturday, October 14, 2006 - Three Old Men...

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Three Old Men....



A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old  men with long  white beards
sitting in her front yard. She did  not recognize them. She said "I
don't think I know you, but you  must be hungry. Please come in and have
something to eat."

"Is  the man of the house home?", they asked.

"No", she  replied. "He's out." "Then we cannot come in", they  replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she  told him what had
happened.

"Go tell them I am home and  invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men  in"

"We do not go into a House together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old  men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to
one  of  his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success,
and  I am  Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband 
which one of us  you want in your home."

The woman  went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was
overjoyed.

"How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth.
Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His  wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"

Their  daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house.

She  jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better  to
invite Love? Our  home will then be filled with love!"

"Let  us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his
wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The  woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love?
Please  come in and be our guest."

Love got up and  started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got
up and  followed  him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I
only invited  Love, Why are you coming in?"

The old men replied  together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two  of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever  He  goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also

  Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

 

Let us journey on...

 

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� Friday, October 13, 2006 - Psalm 23...

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Psalm 23 
This is an eye opener... Some probably never thought nor looked at this 
Psalm in this way... even though they say it over and over again. 
The Lord is my Shepherd 
That's Relationship! 
I shall not want 
That's Supply! 
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. 
That's Rest! 
He leadeth me beside the still waters. 
That's Refreshment! 
He restoreth my soul 
That's Healing! 
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness. 
That's Guidance! 
For His name sake 
That's Purpose! 
Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death. 
That's Testing! 
I will fear no evil. 
That's Protection! 
For Thou art with me 
That's Faithfulness! 
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me, 
That's Discipline! 
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies. 
That's Hope! 
Thou anointest my head with oil, 
That's Consecration! 
My cup runneth over. 
That's Abundance! 
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.
 
That's Blessing! 
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord 
That's Security! 
Forever. 
That's Eternity!
Let us journey on...
 
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