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

If someone gave you a hundred dollars but asked for just one dollar back, would that be unjust? They had many trees to eat from.

OR:

If there were a full table of beautiful food with a decorative centerpiece of some poisonous plants, would there be any temptation to eat of what you knew was not intended for eating, especially if you were told that it was poisonous?

  (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.  

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

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 didn't know God had a NAME.

 

As time passed on, my knowledge grew.

There seemed no end to things I knew.

The alphabet now came along;

I knew my numbers well pass 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 with 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 God's great plan.

He told me of the Kingdom birth,

How men would beautify the earth.

 

He told of things I'd never read.

I somewhat hesitatingly 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 hand and look

Until you find Psalm 83

And then read verse 18 with me."

 

Thus as I read "that men might know"

I felt the tears begin to flow.

For there 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 that I'll NOT forget

That others have not heard it yet,

So may I publicly proclaim

The message I learned, without shame

In an old Dennis the Menace cartoon, Dennis and his little friend Joey are leaving Mrs. Wilson's house, their hands full of cookies. Joey says, "I wonder what we did to deserve this." Dennis answers, "Look, Joey. Mrs. Wilson gives us cookies not because we're nice, but because she's nice."