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

We are used to hearing about takeovers and buyouts. We hear about them both ways. We hear about the good ones and the bad ones. Sometimes a failing corporation may be taken over by another that is not that much better, and both of them go under. They share their weaknesses and both are lost. On the other hand, a good strong company may take over one with great weakness, bad debts and the like. In that case the weaker company benefits from the power and strength of the other. 

So it is with us as humans. The world that is already condemned can find no help in the world that is already condemned. However, by means of Jesus' sacrifice, our God Jehovah has taken us over, bad debts and all, and we are the beneficiaries of all of God's righteousness.

A rather pompous-looking deacon was endeavoring to impress upon a class of boys the importance of living the Christian life. “Why do people call me a Christian?” the man asked. After a moment’s pause, one youngster said, “Maybe it’s because they don’t know you.”

For years, the opening of "The Wide World of Sports" television program illustrated "the agony of defeat" with a painful ending to an attempted ski jump. The skier appeared in good form as he headed down the jump, but then, for no apparent reason, he tumbled head over heels off the side of the jump, bouncing off the supporting structure.

What viewers didn't know was that he chose to fall rather than finish the jump. Why? As he explained later, the jump surface had become too fast, and midway down the ramp, he realized if he completed the jump, he would land on the level ground, beyond the safe sloping landing area, which could have been fatal. As it was, the skier suffered no more than a headache from the tumble. When someone learns the Truth, he often needs to make drastic changes in his course of life. At times, it can be a painful undertaking, but change is better than a fatal landing at the end.

Imagine you have a large jar, five ping pong balls, and a quantity of rice. First, you pour the rice into the jar and then try squeezing the balls in. You may manage to get maybe one or two in, but then you're stuck

Now empty the rice out, and this time put the balls in first. If you now pour the rice in, it all settles in nicely!

The meaning? The balls represent our five meetings per week (Book Study, School, Service Meeting, Public Talk and WT study) and the rice is our everyday activities. If we put our own activities first, then try to squeeze the meetings into our time, they won't all fit. But if we arrange our activities around the meetings it will all fit nicely.

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said, "I don't believe that God exists."

 

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things." 

 

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. 

 

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the streets with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. 

 

The customer turned back and entered the barbershop again, and he said to the barber. "You know what? Barbers do not exist." 

 

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. I just worked on you." 

 

"No," the customer exclaimed "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards like that man outside." 

 

"Ah, but barbers do exist! What happens is that people do not come to me." "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, does exist! What happens is that people don't go to Him and do not look for Him."

Aesop speaks in one of his fables about a time when the beasts and the fowl were engaged in war. The bat tried to belong to both parties. When the birds were victorious, he would wing around telling that he was a bird; when the beasts won a fight, he would walk around them assuring that he was a beast. But soon his hypocrisy was discovered and he was rejected by both the beasts and the birds. He had to hide himself, and now only by night can be appear openly.

An older gentleman and a great horseman one day took his grandson for a ride in his horse and buggy. As they were riding along they talked about the beauty of Jehovah's Creation. Then a bee landed on the back of the horse. The older man said that he was able to take his whip and with a gentle snap he could whip that bee right off the back of the horse without ever touching the horse.

"Watch" he said, and then with the precision of a marksman he took his whip and snap the bee was gone without ever touching the horse or the horse ever knowing what had happened. Next he saw a bee on a petal of a flower. "Watch", he said and with a single snap of the whip he took the bee off of the blower, without ever touching the flower.

As they were riding along the boy noticed a beehive. "Look grandpa, there's a beehive, why don't you just whip them out of the tree?" "Oh, no, we can't do that," said grandpa. "You see, they are united and as a united group they are strong and courageous. We had better no try and touch them."

And so it is with Jehovah's People. If we wander away from the protection of the unity and love of Jehovah's organization we become weak and vulnerable, but in a group, we are strong and it is very hard for Satan to attack.

There once was a turntable bridge that spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the parallel with the banks, to let the ships pass freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along, and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing the train to cross.

A switchman lived in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train to come, he looked off into the distance through the dimming twilight, and caught sight of the train lights. He stepped to the controls and waited until the train was within the prescribed distance but to his horror, he found that the locking device didn't work! If the bridge was not locked securely into position, it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came into it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This was a passenger train with many people aboard.

He left the bridge turned across the river and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever which he could use to operate the lock manually. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on his strength.

Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, came a sound that made his blood run cold! "Daddy, where are you?" His 4-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him! His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "RUN, RUN!" but the train was to close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left the lever to run snatch up his son and carry him to safety, but he realized he could not get back to the lever in time. Either the people on the train or his little son must die.

He took just a moment to make his decision. The train sped swiftly and safely on its way, and no one was even aware of the tiny, broken body thrown mercilessly into the river below, by the onrushing train. Nor were there any passengers who were aware of the pitiful figure of a sobbing man still clinging to the lever long after the train had passed. They didn't see him walking home slower than he had ever walked before to tell his wife how he had sacrificed their son.

Now if you can begin to comprehend the emotions that went through that man's heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Heavenly Father when he sacrificed His son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the skies to darken and the earth to quake when His son died? And how does He feel when we speed through life without a thought for what He has done for us by His son, Jesus Christ? When was the last time you thanked Him for the sacrifice of His son?

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