Contributed by Tim Hbc on Apr 10, 2008
‘Deeds of shame are preceded by fantasies of
Contributed by Doug Dayton on Feb 14, 2009
THE ROSES THAT DO NOT BLOOM
In the most beautiful of gardens, even those tended by the most skillful of botanists, there is an occasional rose that buds, but never opens. In all respects the rose is like all the others, but something keeps it from blooming. It fades away - or disappears -
Contributed by Troy Mason on Aug 23, 2002
Our Inheritance (Poem in honor of Jewel Hogan for her funeral, Oct. 18, 1997)
I dreamed that the Lord came by my bedside
And took me far away.
On a tour of Heaven,
Everywhere I looked my eyes
Saw the beauty of gold and prescious jewels
As abundant as the grass of the
WAILING AND LAUGHING
Now, you may realize that in those days in Middle-Eastern custom, people usually wailed loudly at funerals. I grew up in a Greek Orthodox country and until today the custom requires a loud and visible weep for the dead. Can you imagine how perplexed I was when I watched
Contributed by Terry Laughlin on Jul 6, 2010
SO I CAN SEE YOU COME
Some years ago in Dayton, Ohio, a very young little girl came to know the love of Jesus Christ. She became an earnest Christian. She loved her father very much, but her father was not a Christian and he had no concerns for the affairs of the Body of Christ.
Contributed by Sermon Central on May 5, 2011
LAND OF THE DYING
When John Owen, the great Puritan, lay on his deathbed his secretary wrote (in his name) to a friend, "I am still in the land of the living."
"Stop," said Owen. "Change that and say, 'I am yet in the land of the dying, but I hope soon to be in the land of the living.'"
COMFORT FROM WHERE?
When Jerry’s mother died, the loss was almost unbearable. But Jerry was determined to be strong for the sake of her family. John, in fact, asked her how she could be holding up so well. It was the God on whom she relied that stabilized her in the midst of that
Contributed by Terry Barnhill on Apr 15, 2013
SEEING BEYOND THE SHUTTERS
Jeseph Jennings, when on the verge of that glorious world to which Frances has gone, exclaimed "Beautiful! What a morning."
His weeping wife, not seeing what he saw, said, "Shall I open the shutters to give you
Contributed by Brad Bailey on Aug 9, 2004
A minister had run out of time to prepare for a sudden funeral. Using the latest
technology, he went to his computer and found the funeral service he had used last,
and doing a word "search and replace", had the computer put in the name of the newly
deceased, "Edna", as a replacement for the
In 1947, someone came across some old jars. These old earthen vessels contained the Dead Sea Scrolls, which are a very valuable source of study for the Church. The jars themselves were not
Contributed by Pat Cook on Jul 6, 2005
I want to share in closing a poem, based in Job 13:15, written by a lady named Mary Kimbrough:
“Though He slay me, I will trust Him,”
Said the sainted Job of old;
“Though He try me in the furnace,
I shall then come forth as gold.
“Though the ‘worms of deep affliction’
Cause this body to
Contributed by James Doyle on Aug 22, 2005
As a 5 year old I would pretend to fall asleep during the evening worship service! If I did, I knew my dad would carry me home.
I would do this becasue we walked to and from church. It was about 1 each way. Being little wasn’t my problem. The length wasn’t my problem. I enjoyed the walk
Contributed by Gene Gregory on Mar 8, 2004
- Luke 23:39-43
> v43 . . . Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.
You know, I have seen a few things and a few places in life. I haven’t seen as much nor traveled as extensively as some of you who’ve been around since the continents first divided, but I have seen a few
Contributed by Jason W. Lawson on Nov 17, 2011
WAKING UP IN ANOTHER ROOM
A young child was diagnosed with a terminal disease. The parents knew that he would die soon. The child as well knew that his death would be soon.
One night he was sitting in his mother's lap watching television with her. He looked up into her eyes and said, "Mommy
Contributed by Sermon Central on Jun 10, 2010
The Compassion of Jesus Makes a Funeral a Celebration
When I was in the 5th grade and we lived above the funeral home in Pawnee, there was no street celebration, no brass band or snare drum or festive umbrellas but the funeral for Rev Sonious’ wife was something to behold. Just months before she
Contributed by Bruce Howell on Apr 5, 2001
In one of his lighter moments, Benjamin Franklin penned his own epitaph.:
The Body of B. Franklin, Printer
Like the Cover of an old Book
Its contents torn out,
And stript of its Lettering and Guilding,
Lies here, Food for Worms,
But the Work shall not be
Contributed by Scott Carson on Apr 8, 2001
D. L. Moody said, “One day you’ll read that Moody is dead. Don’t you believe it for at that moment I
Contributed by Sermon Central on Apr 10, 2001
When John Owen, the great Puritan, lay on his deathbed his secretary wrote (in his name) to a friend, "I am still in the land of the living." "Stop," said Owen. "Change that and say, I am yet in the land of the dying, but I hope soon to be
Contributed by Bob Hager on Apr 26, 2001
Winston Churchill arranged his own funeral. There were stately hymns in St. Paul’s Cathedral and an impressive liturgy. But at the end of the service, Churchill had an unusual event planned. When they said the benediction, a bugler high in the dome of St. Paul’s Cathedral on one side played Taps,
Contributed by Sermon Central on Dec 16, 2001
MY DILAPIDATED HOUSE
On his eightieth birthday, John Quincy Adams was walking slowly along a Boston street. A friend asked him "How is John Quincy Adams today?"
The former president replied graciously,
"Thank you, John Quincy Adams is well, sir, quite well, I thank you. But the house in