Quote - Minot J. Salvage

          We go through  life as some tourists go through Europe, --- so anxious to see the next sight, the next cathedral, the next picture, the next mountain peak, that we never stop to fill our sense with the beauty of the present one.  Along all our pathways sweet flowers are blossoming, if we will only stop to pluck them and smell their fragrance. In every meadow, birds are warbling, calling to their mates, and soaring into the blue, if we will only stop our grumbling long enough to hear them.

Quote - Martin Luther

          First, when I feel that I am become cold and indisposed to prayer, by reason of other business and thoughts, I take my Psalter and run into my chamber, or, if day and season serve, into the church to the multitude, and begin to repeat to myself---just as children used----the ten commandments, the creed, and according as I have time, some sayings of Christ or of Paul, or some Psalms.  Therefore it is will to let prayer be the first employment to the early morning, and the last in the evening.  Avoid diligently those false and deceptive thoughts which say, Wait a little, I will pray and hour hence; I must first perform this or that.  For with such thoughts a man quits prayer for business that lays hold of and entangles him, so that he comes not to pray the whole day long.

Stories and Anecdotes - Anonymous

A German allegory tells of two little girls.  They had been playing together in a strange garden, and one ran to her mother full of disappointment, “The garden‘s a sad place mother.” “Why, my child?” “I’ve been all around, and every rose-tree has cruel, long thorns upon it!” Then the second child came in breathless. “O Mother, the garden’s a beautiful place!” “How to, my child?”  “Why, I’ve been all around, and every thorn-bush has lovely roses growing on it!” And the mother wondered at the difference in the two children.

Stories and Anecdotes - Do You See

       One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom, The teacher asked a little, boy, “Tommy, do you see the tree outside?”” the boy responded “Yes.”

          “Tommy, do you see the grass outside?” “Yes.” “Go outside and look up and see if you see the sky.” Tommy returned a few minutes later. “Yes, I saw the sky.” Did you see God?” “No.” The teacher then said, “That’s my point. We can’t see God because he isn’t there. He doesn’t exist.”

          A little girl classmate spoke up and wanted to ask Tommy some questions. She started, “Tommy, do you see the tree outside?” “Yes.” Do you see the grass outside?” The boy, getting tired of the questions, answered, “Yesss!” “Tommy do you see the teacher? “Yes!”

          “Do you see her brain?” “No!” “Then according to what we were taught today, she must not have one!!!”

Story and Anecdotes - Drug Problem

I had a “drug“ problem when I was a young person and teenager.

I was “drug” to Church on Sunday morning.

I was “drug” to Church on Sunday night

I was “drug” to Church on Wednesday night

I was “drug” to Sunday School every week

I was “drug” to Vacation Bible School

I was “drug” to the family altar to read the Bible and pray.

I was also “drug” to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents.

These “drugs” are still in my veins, 

and they affect my behavior in everything I do and say, and think.

They are stronger than cocaine, crack and heroin.

If our children had this “drug” problem, America would certainly be a better place.

Poem by Grace E. Troy - Hedged In

Ps 55:17

17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.

Hedged by walls I cannot scale

I would not if I could.

For God Himself, has placed them there

And only wills me good.

Bound by strong cords I cannot break

A prisoner of the Lords---

But my dear Keeper is so kind

And love tied all the cords.

Yet though I cannot walk abroad

I still may travel far---

By way of God’s own Throne of Grace

To where the needy are.

Where millions wait in heathen lands

Bound by the chain of sin

Lost in the blackness of the night

Whom only Christ can win.

So, grant me grace and strength each day

To labor here in prayer---

That others there in distant lands

May God’s salvation share.

Poem by Grace E. Troy - I Know Not, He Knows

Job 23:10

But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

I know not what the Home is like

Which He went to prepare

It is enough for me to know

My Savior will be there.

He’s promised that He’ll come for me;

It may not now be very long

Till we together meet.

I know not what a day may bring

Into this world’s long night

I know the Judge of all the earth

Will only do what’s right.

Tho thru this life’s mysterious ways

The heart may often quail

My hope is anchored safe and sound

In Him eho cannot fail.

And when He comes to bring me home

And whispers low to me

One look from Him ill satisfy

Thru all eternity.