Heaven

“Next Sunday you are to talk about Heaven.” This was the opening sentence of a letter written by an elderly man to a preacher who announced his sermon topic for the following Sunday. “I am interested in that land,” the letter continued, “because I have a clear title to a bit of property there, and have for over fifty-five years. I didn’t buy it; it was given to me by the landlord for some work I’ve been doing for Him…”  The landlord bought it for me at a tremendous price. I don’t care to  sell it. As a matter of fact, the title is nontransferable. It’s not just a vacant lot. For more that half a century I have been sending materials out of which the greatest architect and builder of the universe has been building a home for me. It will never need remodeling or repairing, for He has assured me that it will suit me perfectly, individually and will never grow old. Termites can never undermine its foundations for they rest upon the Rock of Ages. Fire cannot destroy it. Floods cannot wash it away. I’ll need no locks or bolts, for no vicious person can enter the land where my home stands. My home is almost complete now; almost ready for me to move into. There, I can live in peace eternally. I have no fear of being rejected….” There is a deep valley of shadows before the place to which I am going. I cannot reach my home in that city without passing through this deep valley. I am not afraid, because my best friend, my future landlord, went through this same valley long, long ago. I have His promise in printed form that He will never leave me alone. He will be with me as I walk through this dark valley, so I shall not lose my way….” I hope to hear your sermon Heaven next Sunday, but you see, I’m not sure I shall. My ticket to that home in Heaven has no date marked for the journey. I’m not worried, though, you see, I’ve been ready to go for some time. I don’t even have to pack a bag. I’d like to hear your talk Sunday, but if I’m not there, you’ll know I’ve been called home.”

 

 

 

 

-Author Unknown



Abundent Life Part 4

 

 

 

 

 

 

Genesis



Thank God for Kids

 

 

 

 

 

Luke 2:52



High Lights of the Holy Scriptures

 

 

 

 

 

Genesis 1



Rancid Oders

About a month ago, Johnna and I sat down for a supper of tomato soup. Around our house, one never eats tomato soup without saltine crackers. I like to crumble the crackers into the soup and stir them until the bowl is more mush than liquid. I usually then add a portion of grated cheese to keep my cholesterol up. On the night in question, when I started dressing my soup, I noticed a foul odor. It was quite faint and almost chemical. I sniffed the soup, knowing Johnna would never serve me tainted soup. The source of the odor was hard to pinpoint. It wasn’t until I passed the crackers to Johnna that we determined the source of the odor. I didn’t even know that saltine crackers could go rancid. I would have thought that crackers were good forever. I know that when it gets too humid, the turn to leather. I know they are best kept crisp by keeping them sealed up. But I would never have guessed that they could go rancid. But I’m here to tell you that they can. I know this now. After a couple of bites of rancid crackers coated with tomato soup have led me to rethink what can and what cannot go bad.

I present the following things that could use a sniff every now and then to insure thay are fresh and good:

Your marriage.

Your relationship with God.

Your relationship with your children.

Your relationship with your parents.

Your knowledge of God’s Word. (Read a little Bible every now and again to see if it still says what you think it does.)

Your morals. (These need checking regularly like saltines; they will go bad when exposed to the environment we live in.)

Your church. (Some of you need to sniff this church more often.)

Every saltine cracker you ever intend to put in your mouth.

 

 

-Bo Shero

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Will God Run

 

 

 

 

 

Luke 15



The Law of the Garbage Truck

One day, I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded and missed the other car by just inches. The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And, I mean he was really friendly. So I asked, “Why did you just do that?” This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!” This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call “the law of the garbage truck.”

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you. Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well and move on. Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so…love the people who treat you right and especially the ones who don’t. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! Have a blessed, garbage -free day!!

“Therefore, whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them, for this is the law of the prophets” (Matthew 7:12)

 

 

 

 

-Anonymous



Abundant Life Part 3

 

 

 

 

 

John 10:10



Crossing Over to the Other Side

 

 

 

 

 

Mark 4:35



Sunday Night Singing 3/23/2014