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He who angers you, controls you!

When doors around you close, listen carefully and you'll hear the sound of all those that are opening.

There was once a wealthy businessman who was fascinated by the microscope. Looking through its lens to study crystals and the petals of flowers, he was amazed at their beauty and detail. He decided one day to examine some food he was planning to eat for dinner. Much to his dismay, he discovered that tiny living creatures were crawling in it. Since he was especially fond of this particular food, he wondered what to do. Finally he concluded that there was only one way out of his dilemma - he would destroy the instrument that caused him to discover the distasteful fact. So he smashed the microscope to pieces!

"How foolish!" one might exclaim. But many people do the same thing with Jehovah's Word, the Bible. They hate it and would like to get rid of it because it reveals their evil nature.

At the end of World War II, Robert Woodruff, president of the Coca-Cola Company from 1923 to 1955, had a mission. "In my generation," he declared, "it is my desire that everyone in the world have a taste of Coca-Cola." With a vision and dedication rarely matched in corporate American culture, Woodruff and his colleagues spanned the globe with their soft drink.

Why is it all right for people to feel that passionate about a soft drink but not about taking the good news to the world? Are there no people who seek meaning and purpose for their lives? Are there no families in crisis that need Jehovah's love and understanding? Are there no young people at risk because their lives lack a solid spiritual and moral foundation? The apostle Paul felt a passion. He was on a mission, which was to win as many people as possible to the Truth

The man huddled on the cabin floor was slowly freezing to death. It was high in the Rockies in southwestern Alberta, and outside a blizzard raged. John Elliott had logged miles that day through the deep snows of the mountain passes. As he checked for avalanches and as dusk and exhaustion overcame him he had decided to "hole-up." He made it wearily to his cabin but somewhat dazed with fatigue, he did not light a fire or remove his wet clothing. As the blizzard blasted through the cracks in the old cabin walls, the sleeping forest ranger sank into oblivion, paralyzed by the pleasure of the storm's icy caress. Suddenly, however, his dog sprang into action, and with unrelenting whines, finally managed to rouse his near-comatose friend. The dog was John's constant companion, a St. Bernard, one of a long line of dogs famous for their heroics in times of crisis. "If that dog hadn't been with me, I'd be dead today," John Elliott says. "When you're freezing to death you actually feel warm all over, and don't wake up because it feels too good."

This moving story illustrates the spiritual condition of many people. They are cold spiritually, and sadly oblivious to their true condition. Thank Jehovah for all the ways in which He arouses such sleepers. He sends elders or other brothers to nudge them awake. Sometimes the methods used to awaken them are drastic, but always for their good. Let us not imagine that because He shakes us, He therefore hates us. He awakens us from lethargy because He loves us, and wants to save us.

He who is good at making excuses is seldom good for anything else

"The proper way for a man to pray," Said Deacon Lemuel Keys. "The only proper attitude Is down upon your knees."

"No, I should say, the way to pray," Said Reverend Dr Wise, "Is standing straight with outstretched arms And rapturous up-turned eyes."

"It seems to me his hands should be Devoutly clasped in front, With both thumbs pointing toward the ground," Said Reverend Dr. Blunt.

"Last year I fell in Hopkin's well, Head first," said Cyrus Brown. "With both my heels a stickin' up, And my head a pointin' down."

"And I made a prayer right then and there, Best prayer I ever said, The prayin'est I ever prayed, Was standin' on my head."

Two frogs fell into a can of cream,

Or so I've heard it told.

The sides of the can were shiny and steep, 

The cream was deep and cold.

"Oh what's the use?" croaked number one.

"'Tis fate, no help's around.

Good-bye, my friend!

Good-bye, sad world!"

And weeping still, he drowned.


But number two, of sterner stuff,

Dog-paddled in surprise.

The while he wiped his creamy face,

And dried his creamy eyes.

"I'll swim awhile at least," he said,

Or so I've heard it said;

"It really wouldn't help the world,

If one more frog were dead."

An hour or two he kicked and swam,

Not once he stopped to mutter,

But kicked and kicked and swam and kicked,

Then hopped out, via butter!

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