PRESSING NEEDS A church member had been asked to give to a special need. He responded, “Well, I’m sorry; I just can’t do it dea con. / owe too much money already." The church leader suggested, “But friend, don’t you realize that you owe the Lord more than you do anybody else?” The man thought about that for a moment, then concluded, “Yes, that’s probably true, however, you see, the Lord isn’t pressing me all the time like these other people.” No one can make you feel inferior with out your own consent. * Excuses are the cradles in which Satan lulls us to sleep. It's tragic that while some families can trace their ancestry back hundreds of years, still they have no idea where their own children are at nighf. * * When you daily read the Bible and pray, you take the time OUT to take eternity IN. * * * Your love for Christ is not measured by the things you are willing to do, but rather by the one thing you are NOT willing to do. * * * Many of us need to pray the prayer of the saint of old, "Lord, keep me alive while I am still living!" * * * A true prayer is an inventory of wants, a catalog of necessities, and a revelation of hidden poverty. *« * * He who never expects to rise, never will rise; but he who never expects to fall, sure ly will fall. * * * Reformation is like putting a new shirt on a man, but regeneration is like putting a newman in a shirt. * * * If you brood over your troubles you will only hatch dispair. * * * Experience is the name everyone gives to his mistakes.
IF i SHOULD DIE BEFORE I AWAKE "If I should die before I awake," A little lad was praying, And then he stopped to think about The words he had been saying. He thought about his brother's toys, He from their case had taken, But, would he have him find them so should He from his sleep not waken? And would his brother think of him As meddlesome, unpleasing, One who robbed others of their peace By ceaseless, thoughtless teasing? He arose from prayer and quickly down The stairs he softly paddled, Picked up and put away the toys That he in mischief scattered. Then, up the stairs he ran and knelt And finished up his praying; And all because he thought about What he in prayer was saying. GOD'S FOUR HUNDRED A s one of the Lord's four hundred, I'm listed in God's Who's Who; M y name's in the Royal Record, W ith best of the good and the true. Elite of the world pay gladly For a bit of glitter and fame, A place on the social roster Adds prestige which counts to their name. Earth's brightest gleam is a shadow, Compared to the light that is mine; Its flame burns out— into ashes; God's glory forever will shine. Costly my heirship to Heaven, Though offered to me full and free; His pen was dipped in the blood drops Which flowed down from dark Cal vary. Glorious, wonderful honor, Joy thrilling my heart through and through, As one of the Lord's four hundred, I'm listed in God's Who's Who. — Jeanette M. Brissey — Anna Dryer A man who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do.
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