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Inspirational Stories

Years ago a hardworking man took his family from New York State to Australia to take advantage of a work opportunity there. Part of this man's family was handsome young son who had aspirations of joining the circus as a trapeze artist or an actor. This young fellow, biding his time until a circus job or even one as a stagehand came along, worked at the local shipyards which bordered on the worse section of town. Walking home from work one evening this young man was attacked by five thugs who wanted to rob him. Instead of just giving up his money the young fellow resisted. However they bested him easily and proceeded to beat him to a pulp. They mashed his face with their boots, and kicked and beat his body brutally with clubs, leaving him for dead. When the police happened to find him lying in the road they assumed he was dead and called for the Morgue Wagon. On the way to the morgue a policeman heard him gasp for air, and they immediately took him to the emergency unit at the hospital. When he was placed on a gurney a nurse remarked to her horror, that his young man no longer had a face. Each eye socket was smashed, his skull, legs, and arms fractured, his nose literally hanging from his face all is teeth were gone, and his jaw was almost completely torn from his skull. Although his life was spared he spent over a year in the hospital. When he finally left his body may have healed but his face was disgusting to look at. He was no longer the handsome youth that everyone admired.

When the young man started to look for work again he was turned down by everyone just on account of the way he looked. One potential employer suggested to him that he join the freak show at the circus as The Man Who Had No Face. And he did this for a while. He was still rejected by everyone and no one wanted to priest took pity on him and took him to the rectory where they talked at length. The priest was impressed with him to such a degree that he said that he would do everything possible for him that could be done to restore his dignity and life, if the young man would promise to be the best Catholic he could be, and trust in God's mercy to free him from his torturous life. The young man went to Mass and communion every day, and after thanking God for saving his life, asked God to only give him peace of mind and the grace to be the best man he could ever be in His eyes. The priest, through his personal contacts was able to secure the services of the best plastic surgeon in Australia. There would be no cost to the young man, as the doctor was the priest's best friend. The doctor too was so impressed by the young man, whose outlook now on life, even though he had experienced the worst was filled with good humor and love. The surgery was a miraculous success. All the best dental work was also done for him. The young man became everything he promised God he would be. He was also blessed with a wonderful, beautiful wife, and many children, and success in an industry which would have been the furthest thing from his mind as a career if not for the goodness of God and the love of the people who cared for him. This he acknowledges publicly. The young man was and is Mel Gibson.

His life was the inspiration for his production of the movie "The Man Without A Face." He is to be admired by all of us as a God fearing man, a political conservative, and an example to all as a true man of courage. And to think I admired him before I knew any of this! He is quite a man!

When in sorrow call……………. John 14

When you worry call …………… Matthew 6:19-34

When your feel lonely call………… Psalm 23

When you feel down & out call……Romans 8:31

When you want peace call ………..Matthew 11:25-30

When you need courage call……….Joshua 1

When you are depressed call …… Psalm 27

When you are discourage call …… Psalm 126

When you need security call ………Psalm 121:3

When you need assurance call ……Mark 8:35

THREE TREES

07-15-2003 – by  Max Lucado

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were
discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said,
"Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with
gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with
intricate carving, and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship.
I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to
the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because
of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and
straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the
hill, and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and
God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest
tree of all time and people will always remember me.

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true,
a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came
to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I
should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began
cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the
carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong
tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second
tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming
a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was
frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his
dreams would not come true.

One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from
my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into
a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled
with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat.
His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had
come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the
dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave
birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that
was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could
have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to
do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew
that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from
the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep.
While they were out on the water, a great storm arose, and
the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe.
The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said
"Peace" and the storm stopped.  At this time, the tree knew
that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried
through the streets as the people mocked the man who was
carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to
the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When
Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong
enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God
as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

Remember, when things don't seem to be
going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If
you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts.  Each
of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had
imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us.
We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are
always best.  

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"I hope your day is a piece of Cake"
06-01-03

Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this," or "Why did God have to do this to me?"   Well here is a wonderful explanation! 

A daughter is telling her mother how everything is going wrong; she is failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.  Meanwhile, her mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack,  and the daughter says, "Absolutely mom, I love your cake."  "Ok- here, have some cooking oil," her mother offers. "Yuck," says her daughter.  "How about a couple of raw eggs?" "Gross, mom!"  "Would you  like some flour then or maybe baking soda?"  "Mom, those are all yucky!" To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!" 

 God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!  God is crazy about you He send you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.  Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.  He can live anywhere in the universe, but, He chose your heart.

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Roane County High School and the First Amendment
07-01-02

This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game at Roane County High School, Kingston, Tennessee, by school principal, Jody McLoud, on September 1, 2000.   It shows clearly just how far this country has gone in the wrong direction.  “It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games, to say a prayer and play the National Anthem, to honor God and Country.  Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying Prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law.  As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual promiscuity, by dispensing condoms and calling it, “safe sex.”  If someone is offended, that’s OK.  I can even use this public facility, to present the merits of killing an unborn baby, as a “viable means of birth control.”  If someone is offended, no problem.  I can designate a school day as, “Earth Day” and involve students in activities to worship religiously and praise the goddess, “Mother Earth,” and call it “ecology.”  I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that depict people with strong, traditional Christian conviction as, “simple minded” and “ignorant” and call it, enlightenment.”

However, if anyone uses this facility to honor God, and to ask Him to bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, then Federal Case Law is violated.  This appears to be inconsistent at best, and at worst, diabolical.  Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone, except God and His Commandments.  Nevertheless, as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree.  For me to do otherwise would be inconsistent at best, and at worst , hypocritical.  I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression.  For this reason, I shall “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s and refrain from praying at this time. However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank God, and ask Him, in the name of Jesus, to bless this event, please feel free to do so.  As far as I know, that’s not against the law---yet.” 

One by one, the people in the stands bowed their heads, held hands with one another, and began to pray.  They prayed in the team huddles.  They prayed at the concession stand, and they prayed in the announcer’s box.  The only place they didn’t pray was in the Supreme Court of the United States of America – the seat of “justice” in the “one nation, under God.

Somehow, Kingston, Tennessee remembered what so many have forgotten.  We are given the Freedom of Religion, not the Freedom from religion.  Praise God that His remnant remains! 

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My Prayer
06-25-02 

Let's pray...  Dear Lord, I thank You for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for I have sinned. I ask now for Your forgiveness. Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You. Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things. Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. Let me continue to see sin through Your eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrong doing and receive Your forgiveness. And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know when I can't pray, You listen to my heart.

Continue to use me to do Your Will. Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak and unsaved. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those that are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those that are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it with others. I pray for those who don't believe.  I thank You that I believe. I believe that You change people and things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes, that they are out of debt & all their needs are met. I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than You. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly. This is my prayer.

In Jesus Name, Amen.

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If I Had My Life To Live Over
by Erma Bombeck
10-01-2001

(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer.) 

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.  I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.  I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.  I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's."  More "I'm sorry's." But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ...  live it ...  and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's Doing  what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us. Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with.  And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually. Life is too short to let it pass you by. We only have one shot at this and then it's gone. I hope you all have a blessed day. Beautiful Women's Month Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen. Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella. Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum, I can't go to school looking like this!) Age 20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's going out anyway. Age 30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway. Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but says, "At least, I am "clean" and goes out anyway. Age 50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go. Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore.  Goes out and conquers the world.  Age 70: She looks at herself & sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out and enjoys life.  Age 80: She doesn't bother to look.  Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.  Send this on to all the women you are grateful to have as friends.  Maybe we should all grab that purple hat earlier.

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A friend of mine, James Westbrook said that this
was one of his favorite quotes.
I thought it would be a blessing to someone.
8-1-01

When you come to the edge of all the light you know,
and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,

Faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on, or
You will be taught how to fly.
 

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"The Lord's Baseball Game"
6-1-01

Bob and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game.  The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.  The Lord's team was at bat; the score was tied zero to zero, and hit was the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs  They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate whose name was Love.

Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because Love never fails.  The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love.  The next batter up was name Godly Wisdom.  Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.

Godly wisdom looked it over and let it pass. Ball one!  Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked, because Godly Wisdom never swings at what Satan throws.  The bases are loaded. The Lord then turns to Bob and told him He was now going to bring in His star player.  Up to bat stepped Grace.  Bob said "He sure doesn't look like much!"  Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace.  Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch.  To the shock of everyone, GRACE HIT THE BALL HARDER THAN ANYONE HAD EVER SEEN.  But, Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by. He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing to the ground.  Then it continued over the fence for a home run!  The Lord's team won.

The Lord then asked Bob if he knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base, but could not win the game. Bob answered that he did not know why.  The Lord explained,  "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself.  

Love, Faith and Wisdom will get you on base, but only My Grace can get you home!!!  My Grace is the only thing Satan can not steal.  

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"Things aren't always what they seem"
4-1-01

Once two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.  The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead, the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.  As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."  

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.  After sharing what little food they had, the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.  When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears.  Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. the younger angel was infuriated and she asked the older angel "How could you have possibly let this happen?"

"The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused.  "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die."  "Things aren't always what they seem" the older angel replied. 

"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.  Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife.  I gave him the cow instead.  

Things aren't always what they seem.  Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should.  If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage.  Your might not know it until some time later but  "Things aren't always what they seem."   

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A Father’s Love
2-1-01

Once, there was a father and son who were very close and enjoyed adding valuable art pieces to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others adorned the walls of the family estate. The widowed, elderly man looked on with satisfaction, as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son’s trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.

As winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again. Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic. Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming days with anguish and sadness. The joy of that time of the year, which he and his son had so looked forward to, would visit his house no longer.

One morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, a soldier greeted him with a large package in his hand. He introduced himself to the man by saying, "I was a friend of you son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you." As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man’s son had told everyone of his and his father’s, love of fine art. " I’m an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man’s son. Though the world would never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man’s face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the picture above the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of paintings. Then the man sat in his chair and spent all day gazing at the gift he had been given.

During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that although his son was no longer with him, the boy’s life would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son’s gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the grief. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received. The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation! Unmindful of the story of the man’s only son, but in his honor; those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art would be auctioned on the anniversary of the day he had received his greatest gift. The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world’s most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim, "I have the greatest collection."

The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum’s list. It was the painting of the man’s son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid. The room was silent. "Who will open the bidding with $100.00 he asked. Minutes passed. No one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It’s just a picture of his son. Let’s forget it and go on to the good stuff." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one first," replied the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. "Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That’s all I have. I knew the boy, so I’d like to have it. I have ten dollars." "Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice. Gone." The gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it and we can bid on these treasures!" The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced the auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What about all of these paintings? There are millions of dollars of art here! I demand that you explain what’s going on here!" The auctioneer replied, "It’s very simple.

According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son … Gets it all.

The love of our Heavenly Father, a Father whose greatest joy came from His Son Jesus, who gave His life rescuing others. And because of our Heavenly Father’s love, whoever takes the Son gets it all - including eternal life.

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The Room
01-01-01

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.

There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers". Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I have listened to," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!"

In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no" as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I could heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phil. 4:13

This story is the best e-mail story I have ever read. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also.

My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger; how about yours?

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