Daily Archives April 24, 2015

Praying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder\’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin...

Regret City

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. This is my annual \”Guilt Trip.\”

I got tickets to fly there on \”WISH-I-HAD\” airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my \”baggage,\” which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was loaded down with a thousand memories of \”what might have been.\”

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town. As I checked into the \”Last Resort\” Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year\’s most important event — the annual \”Pity Party...

A Tug

In some circles it is not \”politically correct\” to be considered a \”bloody\” Christian who believes in eternal salvation, but I am guilty of believing that once saved, always saved. I have been cleansed by and washed in the blood of Jesus. Knowing this, gives me a peace of God and peace with God to pillow my head every night knowing that whether I go or whether I stay, I\’m a winner either way.

Because I don\’t deserve His salvation and did not do anything to earn it, sometimes, though, I wake up not feeling saved and wondering why God it would please God to bruise His Son for me. When I do, I am reminded of a young boy, an older man, and an out-of-sight kite.

The story goes of a young boy flying a kite in the park one windy afternoon...

A Letter From Home

I had a safe trip. The angels carried me safely into Father Abraham\’s bosom. Oh, the thrill I felt when I met the one that died for me!

And no matter what you\’ve heard, there\’s just no words to describe the glories that surround him. I\’m satisfied here; every need\’s been supplied. Just wait till you see my new home.

I\’m satisfied because there\’s no sin here, no murders, no divorce, no abortions, and no need to ever have locks on the doors. Perfect peace reigns here. I\’m satisfied because there\’s no sickness. Why, I\’ve never felt better in my life! I have a brand new body just like Jesus.

And oh, I wish you could hear the singing. David played his harp today, and a great crowd gathered by the river of life and sang a new song...

Always There

Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while
I need a friend who\’ll listen
To my anxiety and trial.

You see, I can\’t quite make it
Through a day just on my own…
I need your love to guide me,
So I\’ll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they\’re bound.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can\’t change in any way.

I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love ...