Faith

We were sitting under the shade of n oak tree comparing notes and conferring with one another as to the best methods of service, especially in reference to effective preaching. 'I always write my sermons,' said my friend, 'and then carefully revise them, so that if anything is written calculated to offend any of my hearers, I may at once erase it.' This was said by a young preacher, who evidently was anxious to make his mark as a preacher.

My closets were running over! I had two, that were tightly jammed with my clothes. Yes, just mine. Something needed to go. Actually, a lot of “somethings.” So, I tackled this chore, little by little.

Just when I recover from the latest ache in my body within a few minutes, I will get a “Boo, I’m back.” I’m not quite sure why these Aches and Pains love my body so much. Why don’t they just get over it and move on to another circus.

I was getting ready for bed. The words to a song kept going over and over in my mind. Since I love music; this happens often. I remember one song, that invaded my memory. I don’t even like the song. I finally prayed for, the Lord to take it out of my mind.

There is a story that used to be told quite often about a preacher who wanted electric light in his study. There was in the house an electric battery that was used for the ringing of various bells. Knowing very little about electricity, he thought to himself that if the battery could ring a bell it could make a light, and so he ran wires from the battery to his study.

After many years of denial, I finally realized how easily I am confused. Why it took me so long to realize this, I will never know.

I was sitting at my dining table. The consultant settled in at the end. I sat to her right. She was there, to start my home health care, for physical therapy. She had asked me, what seemed like, a hundred questions. I answered them, as well as I could.

Did you ever have a morning when everything went exactly as you planned? Well, neither have I. I plan my schedule to include everything I need for the day.

A young woman who runs a power sewing machine for fifty hours a week in a factory tells the following story of her married life. 'My husband, left an orphan, never had a chance to go to school or learn a trade. He is a teamster and makes very little money, but he loves me enough to trust me with all that he earns. My husband does not go to bars or places of that sort, and he never goes out on the town without me. Do you think that it hurts me that he cannot give me fine clothes when every day he tells me that I am the best thing God ever gave him? Every night he kisses my hands that have worked so hard all day long. We have been married for many years now, and never a cross word. I did not know that anyone could be so happy.