Contributed by Bobby Scobey on Oct 22, 2008
Count Your Blessings--No, Really!
It was a typical Indiana spring day. Outside the house, it was raining. Inside the house...it was raining. Water slowly dripped from the ceiling, reminding me that when you replace your own roof, there's nobody to get mad at when it leaks.
I should be a
Contributed by Todd Catteau on May 27, 2015
Sometimes life is a mess! As I sit in my own office you can barely see the top of my desk and just about every available flat surface is cluttered with some books or papers of some sort! Sermons to preach, classes to teach, meetings to prepare for, schedules to keep - my office sometimes
Contributed by Sermon Central on Apr 12, 2007
The tendency to seldom think of what we have but always of what we lack is the greatest tragedy on earth.
Contributed by Warner Pidgeon on Jan 5, 2008
One of my Christmas presents was a book: ‘A Bundle of Laughs’ by J. John & Mark Stibbe. Towards the end of the book comes their light-hearted ‘20 Rules of Wisdom’. Don’t worry; I’m only going to read four!
1.God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts!
2.Growing old is inevitable, growing up
God’s Word directs us in Malachi that in order to “stop” the cycle of withholding we must “release” those things we hold of value. To borrow a phrase form a 1980’s fire awareness TV commercial I say we must STOP, DROP, and ROLL! If we can liken our “hurts” to a fire: It consumes absolutely –
Contributed by Sermon Central on Jun 18, 2007
I heard the story about the group of seniors at the nursing home who were sitting around talking about all their ailments. “My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee,” said one. “Yes, I know,” said another. “My cataracts are so bad I can’t even see my coffee.” “I couldn’t
THE BLACK AND WHITE BOXES
I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black, and all your joys in the white." I heeded His words, and in the two box both my joys and sorrows I stored.
But though the white became heavier each day, the
Contributed by Sermon Central on Jul 11, 2003
I am a 52 year old adoptee. I was born on February 1, 1951 in a Lynchburg, VA hospital. My first two years of life must have been traumatic as my birth mother gave me up when it became apparent that she could not take care of me. She was unmarried at the time and the birth father was a married