A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9

Guess what it is before you look at the answer.

Jehovah could have done it.
Jesus COULDN'T have done it.
But a man did!

What is it?



Baptize Jesus!

  (NOTE: This is an inspirational anecdote, and not necessarily a true story.)   Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy went for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother in the house was looking out the window saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late.    Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard the mother's screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.    Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved. The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."    You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but we all have scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because Jehovah has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. Sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, we must be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.   Jehovah will never let go of us...   It is up to us to never let go of Him.  

When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. I told her that it looked like a mess from where I was. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.

 

She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My son, you go about your playing for a while, and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side."

 

I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother's voice say, "Son, come and sit on my knee."

 

This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from underneath it looked so messy. Then Mother would say to me, "My son, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a design. I was only following it. Now look at it from my side and you will see what I was doing."

 

Many times through the years we may have asked our heavenly Father what was happening to our lives, and how to make sense of it. As we progress in understanding of his Fatherly and compassionate nature, we in time come to understand that what seems unclear to us from the underside, is beautifully taking form on the other. The dark threads may seem jumbled and a mess, and we are inclined to develop a negative attitude in our life, despite our Fathers comforting assurances. Yet with a confident faith in the final state of Jehovah's will and purpose accomplished, we will be permitted to see the "top" side of the embroidery, when "all things are made new" (Rev. 21:5)

We all feel the heavy pressure as this system nears its end,

And old Satan turns the heat up as he tries his best to bend 

all of God Jehovah's people 

so that they may deviate 

from the course he's set before us; 

turn from love and turn to hate.

 

But despite the heat he uses

and the pressure often cruel, 

we must cleave to God Jehovah,

and in time we'll be his jewel. 

For with time and heat and pressure, 

things we often daily see, 

and perhaps we value little turn 

to gems of quality.

 

We often stare with fascination 

at the Opal's lovely fire. 

Amethyst's purplish-violet hue 

is something to admire. 

And the diamonds glinting facets 

catch the mind of passer by.

Such beauty we enjoy from youth 

until the day we die.

 

Yes, within our God's arrangement 

with just pressure, heat and time, 

things so often little treasured 

turn into a sight sublime. 

A pile of sand can turn 

into the Opal's glowing fire, 

and common ordinary clay, 

the Amethyst we admire.

 

Carbon, such as found in coal, 

whose mess we oft' despise, 

turns to diamond's brilliant fire; 

a pleasure to our eyes. 

And man, made from the dust of earth, 

if he plays not the fool, 

with time and heat and pressure, 

can become Jehovah's jewel.

Long ago when I was young 

And learning from my parents tongue 

I came to know of many things 

To know the joy that learning brings

 

I learned the origin of man 

I learned just how it all began 

I knew of mighty men of fame 

But I didn't know God had a name

 

As time passed by, my knowledge grew 

There seemed no end to things

I knew The alphabet now came alive

I knew my numbers well past five

 

I learned of people and their acts 

I learned great scientific facts

I knew of Christ who healed the lame

But didn't know God had a name

 

One day a stranger spoke to me 

And told me where to find the key 

To knowledge of eternal life 

Devoid of illness, pain and strife

 

I listened to this humble man 

As he unfolded Gods great plan

He told me of the Kingdoms birth 

How men would beautify the earth

 

He told of things I'd never read

I somewhat hesitantly said,

"Tell me please, does he have a name 

This God of unsurpassing fame?"

 

He said "Would you please take the book 

I hold here in my hands and look

Until you find Psalm 83

And then read verse 18 to me?"

 

Thus as I read "That men may know"

I felt the tears begin to flow

For here before me I could see 

The answer to this mystery

 

"Jehovah" was his name I read 

Yes, that is what the scripture said

I thanked the man who came to share 

And brought the answer to my prayer

 

But now I pray I ne'er forget 

That others haven't heard it yet 

So may I publicly proclaim 

The knowledge of that mighty name

Every time you pray, think of an old man who always prayed, "Jehovah, prop us up on our leaning side."    After hearing him pray that prayer many times, someone asked him why he prayed that prayer so fervently.    He answered, "Well, you see, it's like this... I got an old barn out back. It's been there a long time, it's withstood a lot of weather. It's gone through a lot of storms, and it's stood for many years. It's still standing, but one day I noticed it was leaning to one side a bit. So I went and got some pine poles and propped it up on its leaning side so it wouldn't fall."   Then I got to thinking 'bout that and how much I was like that old barn. I've been around a long time. I've withstood a lot of life's storms, a lot of bad weather in life, a lot of hard times, plus very ill health. And I'm still standing. I, too, find myself leaning to one side from time to time, so I like to ask Jehovah to prop us up on our leaning side, 'cause I figure a lot of us get to leaning, at times."   Sometimes we get to leaning toward anger, leaning toward bitterness, leaning toward hatred, leaning toward cussing, leaning toward a lot of things that we shouldn't. Therefore, we need to pray, 'Jehovah, prop us up on our leaning side,' so we will stand straight and tall again, to glorify Jehovah."    "Trust in Jehovah with all your heart and do not L E A N upon your own understanding. In all your ways take notice of him, and he himself will make your paths STRAIGHT." (Proverbs 3:5)  

On certain sections of the earth there grows a tree which has been named the Judas Tree, because of its deceitfulness. This tree, it is said, has most beautiful crimson blossoms. These appear before the leaves. Their flaming beauty attracts innumerable insects. The busy bee, ever on the lookout for honey, is drawn to the flowers. But every insect, and every bee, that alights upon the blossoms imbibes a fatal opiate, and drops dead from among the crimson blossoms to the earth. Beneath the Judas Tree the earth is strewed with its victims.

How marvelously this tree illustrates the deceitfulness and the danger of sin! The poisonous insect and the useful bee, alike, were enticed and met a similar fate—death.  Even with the best of intentions, one may meet disaster by endeavoring to be something you are not, showing deceitfulness, hypocrisy, and misleading the unwary.

The song was just wonderful, and the prayer was just fine.

I'm so happy our family is all here on time. 

So now let's all listen to what the Speaker will relate.

His subject? "Punctuality, and Not Being Late."

A small crowd this Meeting, not many here, 

But wait just a minute, what's that noise in the rear? 

Oh, just a few brothers, 10, 15, 25.

It took some fast driving, but they made it alive.

Brother attendant, is that seat taken, I don't mean to be blunt.

Yes it is dear sister, you'll have to sit in the front. 

Sit in the front? It's embarrassing, it looks so bad,

As I cross over people, I sure hope they're not mad.

May I get through dear brother and pardon me please.

That's quite alright sister. Oh, my poor knees. 

Another one? OUCH! That's alright brother, I know how it goes,

They'll be fine when they stop hurting, they were only my toes. 

That's over I'm back listening now. Oh what did you say?

'Excuse me, Excuse me', Oh, that's quite okay. 

When brother are late they know they're excused,

At least they come anyway to hear some good news. 

Better late than never as someone once said.

But better never late is much better instead. 

Though late, sometimes often, they're imperfect like me.

They don't plan to be late, they don't like to be. 

Their love for Jehovah and their brother is true,

I know they'll improve 'cuz they really want to. 

And so until then let's patiently wait,

For our fine Christian brothers who sometimes are late.

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