Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. At the age of 12 he was still in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool, and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy just irritated his teacher. Read More
TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?
TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky. Read More
“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for everything under heaven.”
God’s accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs. For example: the eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days – those of the canary in 14 days – those of the barnyard hen in 21 days – the eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days – those of the mallard in 35 days – the eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days. FYI, the Colorado Potato Beetle’s egg measure about 1.5 mm long. On other hand, the Ostrich egg can measure 6 inches in length and 15-18 inches in diameter. (Notice, they are all divisible by seven, the number of days in a week!)
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia was asked to judge a contest for the purpose of finding the most caring child. What follows are the winners and their comments to some very searching questions. Hope you are as blessed by them as I am. Here are the winners.
1. A four year old child lived next door to an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the elderly man crying, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there for quite a period of time. When the little lad’s mother asked him what he said to the neighbor, the little boy simply said,
“NOTHING MOMMY, I JUST SAT THERE AND HELPED HIM CRY.”
Dr. William Trice of Baton Rouge Louisiana tells about when a Louisiana State University professor began visiting his church. Dr. Trice then pulled out some of his best doctrinal sermons, presenting them in a superb manner in the hope of winning this choice church prospect into church membership. After about a month of such profound preaching aimed at this learned faculty member, the professor finally presented himself for church membership.
I don’t know about you, but I hate being made a sucker. I despise political lies of which there are plenty being told these days. Now then, have you ever heard of global warming? In many circles they have already been “Al Gored” by the hysteria of global warming.
“I used to literally run to the pulpit,” the pastor said. “I couldn’t wait to start preaching the Word of God. I loved my people and I looked forward to every time we met,” he said reflecting. His tone changed when he said, “But then I began to notice that my prayers were becoming empty sounds. I had no awareness of the presence of God. I hated to preach on Sunday. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I had to force myself to get in the pulpit at all.”
The story is told about three expectant fathers who were nervously waiting and pacing back and forth in the Good Samaritan Hospital as their wives were getting ready to give birth to their first children. These would-be fathers were invited to watch the births, but they were too scared to go into the birthing rooms.