Cassius stood at rigid attention in front of the commanding officer of Jerusalem's military cohort. "Centurion," the officer barked, "explain yourself! One of your squads was assigned to guard a tomb, a dead man. What could be so hard about that? Now I'm hearing rumors that the body is missing? Tell me this is all a mistake!"
"Sir, may I be frank, one old soldier to another?" asked the Centurion. He and the Tribune went back a long way, though the Tribune was of the equestrian class, and he a mere commoner.
"Please, Cassius," he said somewhat more gently, and motioned for the Centurion to take a seat.
Silence in the air, No one seems to care, Angels sent to sound fire raged to the ground a third of the tree's were not found first there was a flood now the sea's are full of blood ... Read more »
Upon this hillside my flesh cries out in pain. Yet, it is my heart that searches for mercy. I scan the crowd and see my accusers. I see those who knew me as their friends.
Yet, I choose to travel in time to a place where I sit here with you. I look upon your face which is so dear to me. I remember the day you were created. I remember how my heart leaped for joy when I was forming you in the womb. I remember how my hands delicately were placed around your heart. I remember the God-shaped hole I placed there. I smiled when I thought of all the accomplishments you would make.
But, all of those pale in comparison to the reality that is set before you. And what is that reality? Beloved, look upon
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I taught swimming lessons to children for many years. Children love to learn when the lesson is fun. I in turn made every effort to make the learning as enjoyable as possible. I don't have to brag when I say that the children I was blessed with teaching became skilled exceedingly fast.
On the other hand, putting so much effort into making it fun for kids usually tired me out. The week that this story happened I had been very tired and run down. I had been praying to the Lord for a little energy and strength. I would like to tell you about one little girl that I will never forget.
Her name was Hannah. She was about four years old, and she had no fear. She would jump and
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I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful. I like that about you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool! You are mine. Remember, you and I havebeen going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.
A key fault I have, and I can only talk about one fault at a time, is the tendency to get busy. I often find myself chasing my own tail. What I will do with it when I catch it is beyond my understanding. However, this notwithstanding, I fall into the trap time after time of getting too busy for my own good.
Submitted_story: A key fault I have, and I can only talk about one fault at a time, is the tendency to get busy. I often find myself chasing my own tail. What I will do with it when I catch it is beyond my understanding. However, this notwithstanding, I fall into the trap time after time of getting too busy for my own good.
"I am going home to Denmark, Son, and I just wanted to
tell you I love you."
In my dad's last telephone call to me, he repeated that
line seven times in a half hour. I wasn't listening at the right level.
I heard the words, but not the message, and certainly not their profound
intent. I believed my dad would live to be over 100 years old, as my
great uncle lived to be 107 years old. I had not felt his remorse over
Mom's death, understood his intense loneliness as an "empty nester,"
or realized most of his pals had long since light-beamed off the planet.
He relentlessly requested my brothers and I create grandchildren so
that he could be a devoted grandfather. I was too busy "entrepreneuring"
to really listen.
"Dad's dead," sighed my brother Brian on July 4, l982.
My little brother is a witty lawyer and has a humorous,
quick mind. I thought he was setting me up for a joke, and I a
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Broken To Fall
Beaten To Live
Destroyed For Pleasure
Dying To Give
Kept By A Promise
Lead By A Light
To Strong To Surrender
To Weak To Fight
Inside There's Promise
Outside There's Pain
Alone There's Voices
Seeking To Gain
There's Still Something Missing
I Never Could Find
A Fathers Love
Whose Was There The Hole Time.
Near the city of Sao Jose
dos Campos, Brazil, is a remarkable facility. Twenty years ago the Brazilian
government turned a prison
over to two Christians. The institution was renamed Humaita, and the plan
was to run it on Christian principles. With the exception of two full-time
staff, all the work is done by inmates. Families outside the prison adopt
an inmate to work with during and after his term. Chuck Colson visited
the prison and made this report:
'When I visited Humaita I found the inmates smiling-
particularly the murderer who held the keys, opened the gates and let
me in. Wherever I walked I saw men at peace. I saw clean living areas,
people working industriously. The walls were decorated with Biblical sayings
from Psalms and Proverbs...My guide escorted me to the notorious prison
cell once used for t
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