Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 June 2012

Short Stories



A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."


"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.


Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.


Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.


As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.


Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."


For two years she had saved for this offering of love.


When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.


He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.


But the story does not end there...


A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.


When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.


Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide. 
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250, 000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.


When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit TempleUniversity, where thousands of students are educated.


Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.


In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".


This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.


Please send this back. (You'll see why.)


St. Theresa Prayer (cannot be deleted)


REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the prayer. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is a powerful novena.


Just send this to four people and let me know what happens on the fourth day....


Do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward.


(This is true)


(Did you make a wish?)


If you don't make a wish, it won't come true. Last Chance to Make a Wish.



May today there be peace within. 
May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be. 
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.



May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. 
May you be content knowing you are a child of God. 
Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing and dance. It is there for each and every one of you.

Friday, 1 June 2012

God is never wrong!

A king who did not believe in the goodness of God, had a slave who, in all circumstances, said: My king, do not be discouraged, because everything God does is perfect, no mistakes! 
  
One day they went hunting and along the way a wild animal attacked the king. His slave managed to kill the animal, but could not prevent his majesty losing a finger. 
  
Furious and without showing his gratitude for being saved, the nobleman said "Is God good? If He was good, I would not have been attacked and lost my finger." 
  
The slave replied: "My king, despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good, and he knows "why" of all these things. What God does is perfect. He is never wrong!" 
  
Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his slave. 
  
Later, he left for another hunt and was captured by savages who made human sacrifices. 
  
In the altar, ready to sacrifice the nobleman, the savages found that the victim had not one of his fingers, so he was released. According to them, it was not so complete to be offered to the gods. 
  
Upon his return to the palace, he authorized the release of his slave that he received very affectionately. 
  
 "My dear, God was really good to me! I was almost killed by the wild men, but for lack of a single finger, I was let go! But I have a question: if God is so good, why did he allow me to put you in jail?"
  
"My King, if I had gone with you in this hunt, I would have been sacrificed for you, because I have no missing finger,therefore, remember everything God does is perfect. He is never wrong." 
  
Often we complain about life, and negative things that happen to us, forgetting that nothing is random and that everything has a purpose. 
  
Every morning, offer your day to God, don't be in a rush. 
  
Ask God to inspire your thoughts, guide your actions, and ease your feelings. And do not be afraid. God is never wrong! 
  
You know why this message is for you? I do not know, but God knows, because he never makes mistakes....... 
  
What you do with this message is up to you. May God put in your heart the desire to send it to someone. God knows why He choose you to receive this message. Please bless someone with it.
  
God is never wrong!

*Last will & testament of a farmer *

I LEAVE:

To my wife: My overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain it.


To my son: Equity on my car. Now he will have to go to work to meet the
payments.


To my banker: My soul. He has the mortgage on it anyway.


To my neighbor: My clown suit. He will need it if he continues to farm as
he has in the past.


To the farm credit corporation: My unpaid bills. They took some real
chances on me. I want to do something for them.


To the junk man: All my machinery. He's had his eyes on it for years.


To my undertaker: A special request. I want six implement dealers and six
fertilizer dealers for pallbearers. They are used to carrying me.


To the weatherman: Rain, hail and snow for the funeral please. No sense in
having good weather now.


To the grave digger: Don't bother. The hole I'm in now should be big
enough.


And lastly


To the monument maker: Set up a jig for the epitaph. "Here lies a farmer
who has now properly assumed all of his obligations."
*

[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

How to think, not what to think!!!


Moishe the Carpenter, returning home with his week’s wages, was accosted by an armed robber on a deserted street.

“Take my money,” said Moishe, “but do me a favour: “Shoot a bullet through my hat otherwise my wife won’t believe I was robbed.”

The robber obliged.

 
He threw Moishe’s hat into the air and put a bullet through it.

“Let’s make it look as if I ran into a gang of robbers,” said Moishe, “otherwise my wife will call me a coward! Please shoot a number of holes through my coat.”

So the robber shot a number of holes through the carpenter’s coat. “And now…” continued Moishe.

“Sorry,” interrupted the robber.

 
“No more holes. I’m out of bullets.”

“That’s all I wanted to know!” said Moishe.


“Now hand me back my money and some more for the hat and coat that you’ve ruined or I’ll beat you black and blue!”

The robber threw down the money and ran.


Moral:

It's never too late to use our brains to get out of a difficult situation!!

 

A Glass of Milk


One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water! She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?"

You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."

He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once.

He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won.

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge, and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words ...

"Paid in full with one glass of milk"

(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.