Things That Remind Us of God
God is a little like General Electric
He lights your path.
God is a little like Bayer Aspirin
He works wonders.
God is a little like Hallmark Cards
He cared enough to send the very best.
God is a little like Tide
He gets out the stains that others leave behind.
God is a little like VO-5 Hair Spray
He holds through all kinds of weather.
God is a little like Dial Soap
Aren’t you glad you know Him?
Don’t you wish everyone did?
God is a little like Sears
He has everything.
God is a little like Alka Seltzer
Oh, what a relief He is!
God is a little like Scotch Tape
You can’t see Him but you know He’s there!
God is a little like The Copper Top Battery
Nothing can outlast him.
God is a little like American Express
Don’t leave home without Him!
Silent Testimony
David Nunley
Boss man wanted to see me, and he
called me to his room.
I thought I was in danger, and would
meet some sort of doom.
But he was glad to see me, and he
offered me a chair.
This had never happened, and it
struck me as quite rare.
“Let me start by saying that you’re
not in any trouble.
I’m giving you a raise, and in
six months it will double.
“But that is not the reason that
I called you from your desk.
You seem to have a lifestyle
that is different from the rest.”
“I’ve been watching every move
from since the day you started.
Your kindness and your thoughtfulness
my memory has charted.”
“You have a kind of spirit that is
gentle and forgiving.
You seem to have a life to me, that’s
very much worth living.”
“And I’m not the only one who
took on this inspection.
But all the other people whom
you work with in your section.”
“When others in the lunch room
are obnoxious, loud and rude;
you close your eyes and bow your
head BEFORE you eat your food.”
“And when the secretary made a
pass the other day;
You didn’t say a single word; but
turned and walked away.”
“So tell me friend, I need to know
this thing that you possess.
You seem to have a lifestyle that
is different from the rest.”
Well, I sat and told him all about my
second birth.
How Jesus came and gave his life
while He was here on earth.
And how the Lord could change his
life if he would just repent.
My boss, he cried and said to me,
“You don’t know how much this meant.”
“My life is so unhappy that I’m drifting
with the tide.
It LOOKS as though I’m happy, but I’m
dying from inside.”
“I want to have this perfect peace which
you just shared with me.
I want the Lord to change my life, so
that I can be free.”
My boss, he came to church with me
and gave the Lord his life.
One year later he was blessed to
find himself a wife.
Now he is anointed, and he’s bringing
forth the Word.
He preaches with a fire that my
ears have never heard.
Our life is ever an open book for
all the world to see.
And the world is watching if we’re
what we claim to be.
Does the world want to have this
joy that we possess?
Do we have a lifestyle that is
different from ther rest?
Copyright @ 1999
Slow Down
Author Unknown
About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named Josh was
traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in
his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old.
He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down
when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child darted out, but
a brick sailed out and “WHUMP”-it smashed into the Jag’s shiny black side
door! SCREECH…!!!! Brakes slammed!
Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot
from where the brick had been thrown.
Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a
parked car. He shouted at the kid, “What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?” Building up a head of steam, he went on.
“That’s my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money.
Why did you throw it?”
“Please, mister, please…I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!” pleaded
the youngster. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop!” Tears were
dripping down the boy’s chin as he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my
brother, mister,” he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his
wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.”
Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, “Would you please help me get him back
into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.” Moved beyond
words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling
lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the
wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts,
checking to see that everything was going to be OK. He then watched the
younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE
- a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. He
kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has
to throw a brick at him to get his attention..
It’s kind of stretching it, but sometimes in life we have it good and forget
about God. We need to continue to praise him and look to him during the good
times in life. Let us “Be still and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10
Special thanks to Kelly Carrier
I Am Not Ashamed
I am not ashamed of my eyes, for these are the eyes the LORD has given me to
see HIS creation and HIS children.
I am not ashamed of my ears, for these are the ears the LORD had given me to
hear the sounds of HIS creation, HIS truth, and HIS word.
I am not ashamed of my mouth, for it is the mouth the LORD has given me to
spread HIS love to others.
I am not ashamed of my hands, for these are the hands the LORD has given me
to do HIS work.
I am not ashamed of my arms, for these are the arms the LORD has given me to
love others with and to hold and comfort with.
I am not ashamed of my legs, for these are the legs that the LORD has given
me to walk in HIS ways.
I am not ashamed of who I am, because this is the body the LORD has given me
to do HIS work while I’m here. If I am ashamed it should be only because of
the way that I use the tools that were given me, and that is always
changeable. We can change it to be something we are proud of and not ashamed
of.
My Aging Guardian Angel
Since I have grown older,
Things have changed a lot for me.
I have learned to make adjustments,
And do things differently.
For instance, now when I climb stairs,
I hold on to the rails.
I don’t indulge in rich desserts,
And I do not drink cocktails.
I don’t tote groceries in one bag,
Now, I ask for two.
I don’t clean the whole house at one time,
A room or two will do.
It isn’t just things physical,
My thinking’s changed as well.
I don’t read romance novels now,
I think biographies are swell.
I’m more selective with my movies,
My music choice has changed a lot.
Now I pick the slow and dreamy,
And skip what others say is “hot.”
But, new thoughts now occur to me,
Perhaps of another nature.
From time to time I think about
My guardian angel’s stature.
I thought that guardian angels
Should match one’s age in years.
So they could truly understand
One’s joys and one’s tears.
Now, if that statement’s really true,
My angel’s hair should be snow white.
Her wings, most likely stiff from age,
So she can’t do angel flights.
She probably wears bifocals, too,
She may even use a cane.
I suspect that her arthritis,
May have made her sore and lame.
But I guess she still can care for me,
Since I don’t go anywhere.
I can not be too hard on her,
So, no more wear and tear.
For many years she’s worked real hard,
Watching me was quite a chore.
And, while now I live so differently,
I just might need her more.
She’ll be with me now I’m alone,
She’ll soothe my tired brow.
She knows my pains and heartaches,
And how much I need God now.
Her line to God is still in place,
And, though she’s slow and fragile.
She still communicates with Him,
There’s no need to be so agile.
I think my guardian angel
Has grown old, along with me.
And when my earthly ties are loosened,
She will help to set me free.
She’ll take my hand; we’ll both go Home,
Our trip will be first rate.
Neither one of us will falter,
We’ll help each other find the Gate.
by Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
copyright2000
Angel Connection, The
Directions to His Mansion
Directions to His Mansion Located on Victory in Jesus oulevard
1. Begin your journey by making a right turn onto
Believeth in Jesus Boulevard, also known as John 3:16
Thoroughfare.
2. Continue traveling North, as you proceed through
the green light, leading directly to Jesus CHRISTreet.
3. From there, you must turn directly onto the Bridge
of Faith, which will pass over Troubled Waters.
4. As you pass over Troubled Waters, you will enter
into the Tunnel of Obedience, making a right turn onto
Keep Straight Road.
5. You are now on the Kings Highway, heading
Northbound leading directly to Heaven-Bound His Way.
6. Continue to travel North for three miles: one for
The Father, one for The Son and one for The Holy
GHOST.
7. At the first exit, make an immediate right,
entering onto His Grace Boulevard.
8. From there, make another immediate right onto
Gospel of Light Lane.
9. As you continue traveling North, at the next
intersection, make a right turn onto Prayer Boulevard.
10. As you travel upon this deadly and well-traveled
road, you will be directly entering onto Temptation
Road. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT follow or yield any
other vehicles while traveling upon this thoroughfare.
Many travelers make this common mistake and end up on
Sidetracked Loop.
11. Be sure to avoid the following intersecting roads:
Sin Street, as it leads directly to a Dead End.
12. Pass by the following side streets: Envy Drive, Me
First Lane, Have It All Avenue, Hypocrisy Street,
Gossiping Lane and Backbiting Boulevard, as each road
is full of potholes and will force your journey to
slow down.
13. As you proceed down Long-Suffering Lane,
Persecution Boulevard and Trials and Tribulations
Avenue, remember to keep your eyes on The Prize
Street, and you will avoid getting lost.
14. Without a doubt, if you follow these directions,
your final destination will be Streets of Gold through
Victory in Jesus Boulevard!
God bless each of you in your travels with our Lord
Jesus Christ!
I Was Lifted Up On Angels Wings
I was lifted up on Angel’s wings,
And through the Heavens soared.
When I came upon a brilliant light,
I found it was my Lord.
With hair like snow and eyes of fire,
I bowed before His feet.
In His presence it was hard to stand,
My sins felt like concrete.
Head hung in sorrow, tears filled my eyes.
My mouth, it couldn’t speak.
My sins were overpowering me.
My soul, it just felt weak.
A gentle hand reached out to touch me,
A voice like thunder spoke.
The love He gave enveloped my soul,
My heart no longer broke.
He put His loving arms around me,
Such peace that I felt then.
I was quite content in knowing that,
He’d do it all again.
Our righteous acts are like filthy rags,
The Lord reminded me.
Come in unto Me my precious child,
For I can set you free.
I was lifted up on Angel’s wings,
And through the Heavens soared.
I had been forgiven my sin, and…
My soul had been restored.
Smell of Rain, The
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diane Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her, bracing themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon March 10, 1991, complications forced Diana, only 24 weeks pregnant, to undergo emergency surgery. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound 9 ounces Danae Lu arrived by cesarean delivery. They already knew she was perilously premature. Still the doctor’s soft words dropped like bombs. “I don’t think she’s going to make it,” he said as kindly as he could.
“There’s only a 10% chance she will live through the night. If by some slim chance she does make it her future could be a very cruel one.” Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae could face if she survived. She would never walk, nor talk –probably be blind; prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.
Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep growing more and more determined their daughter would live to be a happy, healthy young girl. Fully awake, David knew he must confront his wife with inevitable. David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral arrangements. Diana remembers saying, “No, that is not going to happen, Danae is not going to die. One day she will be just fine and she will be coming home with us.”
As if willed to live by Diana’s determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana because Danae’s underdeveloped nervous system was essentially “raw.” Kisses or caresses only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn’t even cradle their tiny baby against their chest. All they could do as Danae struggled beneath the ultra violet light was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
At last when Danae turned 2 months old, her parents were able to hold her for the very first time. Two months later, Danae went home from the hospital just as her mother predicted, even though doctors grimly warned that her chances of surviving, much less a normal life, were almost zero.
TODAY 5 years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs whatever of any mental or physical impairments. She is everything a little girl can be and more—but that happy ending is far from the end of the story. One blistering summer afternoon in 1996 in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother’s lap at the ballpark where her brother Dustin’s baseball team was practicing. As always Danae was busy chattering when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked her mother, “Do you smell that?” Smelling the air and detecting a thunderstorm approaching, Diana replied, “Yes, it smells like rain.”
Danae closed her eyes again and asked, “Do you smell that?” Once again her mother replied, “Yes, I think we’re about to get wet – it smells like rain.”
Caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders and loudly announced, “No, it smells like HIM. It smells like God when you lay your head on HIS chest.”
Tears blurred Diana’s eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with other children before the rain came. Her daughter’s words confirmed, at least in their hearts, what Diana and all the members of the Blessing family had known all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on HIS chest, and it is His loving scent that she remembers well.
Editor’s note: Intimacy with God is everything! Do you smell the scent of God when you lay your head on His chest?
Golden Phone, The
It seems that a man in Topeka, Kansas, decided to write a
book about churches around the world, but thought that
the place to start, since he was American, would be the
United States, and with that in mind, he decided to fly
to San Francisco and start working east from there.
He goes to the very large Grace Cathedral in that city
and begins taking photographs when he suddenly spots a
golden telephone on a wall with a sign which reads
$10,000 a minute. Intrigued, he seeks out the priest and
asks about the phone and the sign. The priest advisees
him that this golden phone is, in fact, a direct line to
Heaven, and, if he wants to use it, he can talk directly
to God. “Thank you very much,” he says and continues on
his way.
His next stop is Clinton, Nebraska, and while attending a
church there, he notices that there is exactly the same
type of phone with exactly the same sign on it. Again,
he seeks out the parish priest, asks the same question,
and again is told that it is a direct line to God, etc.
He thanks the priest and continues on his way.
Next in Milwaukee and Chicago, two cities rather close
together, he discovers exactly the same type of phone
with exactly the same sign beside it; makes inquiries
of the local priests and receives exactly the same
answer. Again, he thanks them and moves on his way.
Arriving in New York, he goes into the Cathedral of St.
John, the Divine. The golden telephone is on the wall
with the same sign reading $10,000 a minute. He checks
with the Dean of the Cathedral and gets exactly the
same answer.
Continuing on through many other states, he finds the
same phone, same sign and gets the same answer, until,
finally, he arrives in West Virginia.
Upon entering St. Mary’s Cathedral in Martinsburg, lo
and behold, he sees the usual golden telephone with a
sign. But THIS TIME, the sign reads “Calls 25 cents.”
By now fascinated, he gets hold of the Bishop and says
to him, “Bishop, I have been in cities all across the
country, and in each church I found this golden
telephone and was told that it was a direct line to
Heaven and that I could talk to God. But, in all of
the other churches it was $10,000 a minute. Your
sign reads “Calls 25 cents. Why?”
The Bishop smiles benignly at him and says, “Oh, my
son, that’s very easy to explain. You see, you’re
now in West Virginia, and, of course, it is a local
call from here.”
(Almost heaven – West Virginia)