God gave us noses, to keep us humble,
not to stick in the air, or poke into trouble;
Placed over the mouth to drip and run,
to remind us we're nothin, and He's #1!
An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his doctor and his
lawyer, both church members, to come to his home.
When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered
the room the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to
sit, one on each side of his bed. The preacher grasped their hands,
sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a time,
no one said anything.
Both the doctor and the lawyer were touched and flattered that the
preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They
were also puzzled; the preacher had never given them any indication
that he particularly liked either of them. They both remembered his
many long, uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness and avaricious
behavior that made them squirm in their seats.
Finally, the doctor said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?"
The old preacher mustered up his strength, then said wea
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An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled
the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from his bed. Leaning
against the wall, he slowly made his way out of his bedroom, and with
even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing
with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame,
gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already
in Heaven: there, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally
hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it Heaven? Or, was
it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that
he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table,
landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the
wonderous taste of the co
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A grandfather overheard his granddaughter repeating the alphabet
in reverent, hushed tones.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm praying, Grandpa," she said. "I can't think of the right words,
so I just say all the letters. God will put them together for me,
'cause he knows what I'm thinking."
