Isn't it amazing how God works in our lives! On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn't answer the phone. The pastor let it ring many times. He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes. When he tried again she answered right away. He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry way.
The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about. Then the man said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer." The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to call his wife.
The man said, "That's OK. Let me tell you my story. You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'. I was afraid to answer!" The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from "Almighty God" is because the church that the pastor attends is called Almighty God Tabernacle!!
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DeLois Terrell |
1 - Most Important Lesson During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'." I've never forgotten that lesson. I've also never forgotten her name was Dorothy.
2 - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied." The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. "Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like you do when nobody's watching."
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Ray Hoff |
Tess was a precocious eight-year-old when she
heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little
brother, Andrew.
All she knew was that he was very sick and they
were completely out of money. They were
moving to an apartment complex next month
because Daddy didn't have the money for the
doctor's bills and our house.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now
and it was looking like there was no one to loan
them the money. She heard Daddy say to her
tearful mother with whispered desperation,"Only a miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass
jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She
poured all the change out on the floor and
counted it carefully. Three times, even. The
total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here
for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in
the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out
the back door and made her way 6 blocks to
Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief
sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give
her some attention but he was too busy at this
moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a
scuffing noise.
Nothing.
She cleared her throat with the most disgusting
sound she could muster.
No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and
banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked
in an annoyed tone of voice.
"I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom
I haven't seen in ages", he said without waiting
for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,"
Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone."He's really, really sick ... and I want to buy a
miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His
name is Andrew and he has something bad
growing inside his head and my Daddy says
only a miracle can save him now. So how much
does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl.
I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist
said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the
money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get
the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed
man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother
need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes
welling up. "I just know he's really sick and
Mommy says he needs an operation. But my
Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my
money".
"How much do you have?" asked the man from
Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered
barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have,
but I can get some more if I need to.
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A
dollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a
miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and with the
other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your
brother and meet your parents.
Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton
Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-
surgery. The operation was completed without
charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was
home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the
chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a real
miracle.”
I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a
miracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ...
plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law,
but the operation of a higher law. ....... (A TRUE
STORY)
I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it
goes.
Throw it back to someone else who means
something to you!
The Friendship Ball, a ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our
Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you
to see is the treasure of friendship you've
granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball
to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to
you.
MY OATH TO YOU...
When you are sad ... I will dry your tears.
When you are afraid .... I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried ... I will give you hope.
When you are confused ... I will help you cope.
And when you are lost ... And can't see the light.
I shall be your beacon ... Shining ever so bright
this is my oath ... I pledge till the end.
Why you may ask? ... Because
you're my friend |
There was a young woman who had been
diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been
given three months to live. So as she was
getting her things "in order," she contacted her
pastor and had him come to her house to
discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at
the service, what scriptures she would like read,
and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the pastor was
preparing to leave when the young woman
suddenly remembered something very
important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly."What's that?" the pastor replied.
"This is very important," the young woman
continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in
my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the young woman,
not knowing quite what to say, "That surprises
you, doesn't it?" The young woman asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the
request," said the pastor.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother
once told me this story, and from there on out,
I have always done so. I have also, always tried
to pass along its message to those I love and
those who are in need of encouragement.
In all my years of attending church socials and
potluck dinners, I always remember that when
the dishes of the main course were being
cleared, someone would inevitably lean over
and say, "Keep your fork." It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming ... like velvety chocolate cake or
deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and
with substance!' So, I just want people to see
me there in that casket with a fork in my hand
and I want them to wonder "What's with the
fork?". Then! I want you to tell them: "Keep
your fork ... the best is yet to come."
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as
he hugged the young woman good-bye. He
knew this would be one of the last times he
would see her before her death.
But he also knew that the young woman had better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a
better grasp of what heaven would be like than
many people twice her age, with twice as much
experience and knowledge.She KNEW that
something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the
young woman's casket and they saw the pretty
dress she was wearing and the fork placed in
her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard
the question "What's with the fork?"
And over and over he smiled. During his
message, the pastor told the people of the
conversation he had with the young woman
shortly before she died.He also told them about
the fork and about what it symbolized to her.
The pastor told the people how he could not
stop thinking about the fork and told them that
they probably would not be able to stop thinking
about it either.He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork,
let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is
yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They
make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear,they share a word of praise,
and they always want to open their hearts to
us. Show your friends how much you care.
Remember to always be there for them, even
when you need them more. For you never
know when it may be their time to "Keep your
fork."
Cherish the time you have, and the memories
you share .... being friends with someone is not
an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
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DeLois Terrell |