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Will I Wake in Heaven?

I am feeling slow; I know someday soon It will be time to go. Tomorrow when I wake, Will I be here on earth; Will I still face my death Or will I know my rebirth? I can’t tell you now Because nobody knows Whether I’ll dress in my clothes Or in heavenly robes. All I know is I’m tired And life’s no longer sweet, And I’m ready to rest Lying safe at God’s feet.

A Brown Bag

On a dark winter’s night as the chill wind blew on a park bench an old man there lay Tattered and torn, tired withered and worn he’d not eaten for more than a day Heartache and fears and much sadness and tears was his life – fate had dealt a poor hand He thought once or twice of the terrible price he’d paid not obeying God’s command Way back in his youth he was taught gospel truth and the Spirit had led him to preach But judging was he – the way things ought to be so instead he decided...

Letting God Take Over

When I have moments of complete anxiety . . . Of doubt, fear, or despair . . . When I feel depressed, angry or with hate . . . When I feel my life in general are a vicious circle . . . And I feel that everything repeats itself . . . The good and the evil; the beautiful and the ugly . . . The hard work and the crime; the vice and the violence . . . The treason, the hypocrisy and the marble heart . . . Feeling sad and angry, rebellious, rancorous, vengeful . ....

Making Dad Proud

This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. The son loved to play football – even though he was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him, but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was...

Our Footsteps

Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord’s footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord’s, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends! This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus’ are now walking...

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