The students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Those in the front row - center stage - held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song.
As the class was to sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."
The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M” upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".
A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
And I believe He still is.
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Saturday, December 25, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Rules For Daily Life
BEGIN THE DAY WITH GOD
Kneel down to Him in prayer;
Lift up thy heart to His abode.
And seek His love to share.
OPEN THE BOOK OF GOD
And read a portion there;
That it may hallow all thy thoughts,
And sweeten all thy care.
GO THROUGH THE DAY WITH GOD
Whate'er thy work may be;
Where'er thou art - at home, abroud,
He still is near to thee.
CONVERSE IN MIND WITH GOD
Thy spirit heavenward raise;
Acknowledge every good bestowed,
And offer grateful praise.
CONCLUDE THE DAY WITH GOD
Thy sins to Him confess;
Trust in the Lord's atoning blood,
And plead His righteousness.
LIE DOWN AT NIGHT WITH GOD
Who gives His servants sleep;
And when thou tread'st the vale of death,
He will thee guard and keep.
Kneel down to Him in prayer;
Lift up thy heart to His abode.
And seek His love to share.
OPEN THE BOOK OF GOD
And read a portion there;
That it may hallow all thy thoughts,
And sweeten all thy care.
GO THROUGH THE DAY WITH GOD
Whate'er thy work may be;
Where'er thou art - at home, abroud,
He still is near to thee.
CONVERSE IN MIND WITH GOD
Thy spirit heavenward raise;
Acknowledge every good bestowed,
And offer grateful praise.
CONCLUDE THE DAY WITH GOD
Thy sins to Him confess;
Trust in the Lord's atoning blood,
And plead His righteousness.
LIE DOWN AT NIGHT WITH GOD
Who gives His servants sleep;
And when thou tread'st the vale of death,
He will thee guard and keep.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Will you be that kind of person?
I was hungry and you formed a humanities club
and you discussed my hunger. Thank you.
I was imprisoned
and you crept off quietly to your chapel
in the cellar to pray for my release.
I was naked
and in your mind you debated
the morality of my appearance.
I was sick
and you knelt and
thanked God for you health.
I was homeless
and you preached to me
of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
I was lonely
and you left me
alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy;
so close to God.
But I’m still very hungry
and lonely and cold.
So where have your prayers gone?
What have they done?
What does it profit a man to page through his book of prayers when the rest of the world is crying for help?
— M. Lunn, 1,500 Inspirational Quotes and Illustrations
and you discussed my hunger. Thank you.
I was imprisoned
and you crept off quietly to your chapel
in the cellar to pray for my release.
I was naked
and in your mind you debated
the morality of my appearance.
I was sick
and you knelt and
thanked God for you health.
I was homeless
and you preached to me
of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
I was lonely
and you left me
alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy;
so close to God.
But I’m still very hungry
and lonely and cold.
So where have your prayers gone?
What have they done?
What does it profit a man to page through his book of prayers when the rest of the world is crying for help?
— M. Lunn, 1,500 Inspirational Quotes and Illustrations
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Change
The following words were written on the tomb of an Anglican bishop in the crypts of Westminster Abbey:
When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But it too seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lay on my deathbed, I suddenly realize if I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.
From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.
When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But it too seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lay on my deathbed, I suddenly realize if I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.
From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.
~ Author Unknown
Friday, August 6, 2010
ON FAITH AND A PROMISE
Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16
"And when Abram was ninety years old and nine, the LORD appeared to Abram, and said unto him, I am the Almighty God; walk before me, and be thou perfect. And I will make my covenant between me and thee, and will multiply thee exceedingly. And Abram fell on his face: and God talked with him, saying, As for me, behold, my covenant is with thee, and thou shalt be a father of many nations. Neither shall thy name any more be called Abram, but thy name shall be Abraham; for a father of many nations have I made thee. And I will make thee exceeding fruitful, and I will make nations of thee, and kings shall come out of thee. And I will establish my covenant between me and thee and thy seed after thee in their generations for an everlasting covenant, to be a God unto thee, and to thy seed after thee. ... And God said unto Abraham, As for Sarai thy wife, thou shalt not call her name Sarai, but Sarah shall her name be. And I will bless her, and give thee a son also of her: yea, I will bless her, and she shall be a mother of nations; kings of people shall be of her."Introduction
God said to Abram, “I am God Almighty; walk before me, and be blameless. And I will make my covenant between me and you, and will make you exceedingly numerous.”
What did God mean by calling Abram to “walk before me and be blameless?” I believe God was calling Abram, as he calls to us today, to be upright, to be forward-looking, and to be full of faith.
God Calls Us to Be Upright
God’s desire is that we live life to the fullest. Take what each day brings and use it to your best advantage, seeing every good thing as a gift from God. Do not hold back for some tomorrow, nor dwell too much on some past yesterday. Engage life for what it offers you right now. Live to the fullest in God’s will for you.
God Calls Us to Be Forward-looking
To be forward-looking is to look with anticipation to what God has in store for you. Life is not a random meandering from one uncertainty to another Rather, as Christians we know that we are part of God’s divine plan and that “all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose,” (Rom. 8:28).
God calls us to live life expecting God to do great things in us and through us for the benefit of others. “For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope,” (Jer. 29:11). We will never realize all that we can become and all that God can do through us without looking forward in faith and believing God’s promises.
God Calls Us to Live in Faith
To live in faith is to trust God to honor his promises. It does not mean we will never have doubts. However, it does mean we will never let our doubts get the best of us. It does not mean we will never become fearful. Nevertheless, we will replace fear with trust in God to do what God has promised.
Abram was obedient and believed God. He acted on God’s promise in faith and belief, for himself and for his wife, Sarai. It was an act of faith on Abram’s part, and blessings bestowed upon him on God’s part. God blessed Abram because of his faith and trust in God’s promises. Abram’s name was changed, and be was given the place and privilege of being the first of a great nation. Abram was not only blessed, but he was the source of blessing to his wife and a multitude of others. However, Abraham would have never realized and experienced all that he had become without acting on his faith and believing God’s promises to him.
God calls us today to “walk before him, and be blameless.” This is only possible through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Trust that Jesus gave his life that we might have abundant life. Walk before God in uprightness. Move forward in faith and trust, and be blessed to be a blessing.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Ragman
I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for.
Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.
Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our city. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: "Rags!" Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music.
"Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!"
"Now, this is a wonder," I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find no better job than this, to be a ragman in the inner city?
I followed him. My curiosity drove me. And I wasn't disappointed.
Soon the Ragman saw a woman sitting on her back porch. She was sobbing into a handkerchief, sighing, and shedding a thousand tears. Her knees and elbows made a sad X. Her shoulders shook. Her heart was breaking.
The Ragman stopped his cart. Quietly, he walked to the woman, stepping around tin cans, dead toys, and Pampers.
"Give me your rag," he said so gently, "and I'll give you another."
He slipped the handkerchief from her eyes. She looked up, and he laid across her palm a linen cloth so clean and new it shined. She blinked from the gift to the giver.
Then, as he began to pull his cart again, the Ragman did a strange thing: he put her stained handkerchief to his own face; and then he began to weep, to sob as grievously as she had done, his shoulders shaking. Yet she was left without a tear.
"This is a wonder," I breathed to myself, and I followed the sobbing Ragman like a child who cannot turn away from mystery.
"Rags! Rags! New rags for old!"
In a little while, when the sky showed grey behind the roof-tops and I could see the shredded curtains hanging out black windows, the Ragman came upon a girl whose head was wrapped in a bandage, whose eyes were empty. Blood soaked her bandage. A single line of blood ran down her check.
Now the tall Ragman looked upon this child with pity, and he drew a lovely yellow bonnet from his cart.
"Give me your rag," he said, tracing his own line on her cheek, "and I'll give you mine."
The child could only gaze at him while he loosened the bandage, removed it, and tied it to his own head. The bonnet he set on hers. And I gasped at what I saw: for with the bandage went the wound! Against his brow it ran a darker, more substantial blood - his own!
"Rags! Rags! I take old rags!" cried the sobbing, bleeding, strong, intelligent Ragman.
The sun hurt the sky, now, and my eyes; the Ragman seemed more and more to hurry.
"Are you going to work?" he asked a man who leaned against a telephone pole. The man shook his head. The Ragman pressed him: "Do you have a job?" "Are you crazy?" sneered the other. He pulled away from the pole, revealing the right sleeve of his jacket - flat, the cuff stuffed into the pocket. He had no arm.
"So," said the Ragman. "Give me your jacket, and I'll give you mine." Such quiet authority in his voice!
The one-armed man took off his jacket. So did the Ragman - and I trembled at what I saw: for the Ragman's arm stayed in its sleeve, and when the other put it on he had two good arms, thick as tree limbs; but the Ragman had only one.
"Go to work," he said.
After that he found a drunk, lying unconscious beneath an army blanket, an old man, hunched, wizened, and sick. He took that blanket and wrapped it round himself, but for the drunk he left new clothes.
And now I had to run to keep up with the Ragman. Though he was weeping uncontrollably, and bleeding freely at the forehead, pulling his cart with one arm, stumbling for drunkenness, falling again and again, exhausted, old, old, and sick, yet he went with terrible speed. On spider's legs he skittered through the alleys of the City, this mile and the next, until he came to its limits, and then he rushed beyond.
I wept to see the change in this man. I hurt to see his sorrow. And yet I needed to see where he was going in such haste, perhaps to know what drove him so.
The little old Ragman - he came to a landfill. He came to the garbage pits. And then I wanted to help him in what he did, but I hung back, hiding. He climbed a hill. With tormented labor he cleared a little space on that hill. Then he sighed. He lay down. He pillowed his head on a handkerchief and a jacket. He covered his bones with an army blanket. And he died.
Oh, how I cried to witness that death! I slumped in a junked car and wailed and mourned as one who has no hope - because I had come to love the Ragman. Every other face had faded in the wonder of this man, and I cherished him; but he died. I sobbed myself to sleep.
I did not know - how could I know? - that I slept through Friday night and Saturday and its night, too. But then, on Sunday morning, I was wakened by a violence.
Light - pure, hard, demanding light - slammed against my sour face, and I blinked, and I looked, and I saw the last and the first wonder of all. There was the Ragman, folding the blamket most carefully, a scar on his forehead, but alive! And, besides that, healthy! There was no sign of sorrow nor of age, and all the rags that he had gathered shined for cleanliness.
Well, then I lowered my head, and trembling for all that I had seen, I myself walked up to the Ragman. I told him my name with shame, for I was a sorry figure next to him. Then I took off all my clothes in that place, and I said to him with dear yearning in my voice: "Dress me."
He dressed me. My Lord, he put new rags on me, and I am a wonder beside him. The Ragman, the Ragman, the Christ!
Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.
Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our city. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: "Rags!" Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music.
"Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!"
"Now, this is a wonder," I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find no better job than this, to be a ragman in the inner city?
I followed him. My curiosity drove me. And I wasn't disappointed.
Soon the Ragman saw a woman sitting on her back porch. She was sobbing into a handkerchief, sighing, and shedding a thousand tears. Her knees and elbows made a sad X. Her shoulders shook. Her heart was breaking.
The Ragman stopped his cart. Quietly, he walked to the woman, stepping around tin cans, dead toys, and Pampers.
"Give me your rag," he said so gently, "and I'll give you another."
He slipped the handkerchief from her eyes. She looked up, and he laid across her palm a linen cloth so clean and new it shined. She blinked from the gift to the giver.
Then, as he began to pull his cart again, the Ragman did a strange thing: he put her stained handkerchief to his own face; and then he began to weep, to sob as grievously as she had done, his shoulders shaking. Yet she was left without a tear.
"This is a wonder," I breathed to myself, and I followed the sobbing Ragman like a child who cannot turn away from mystery.
"Rags! Rags! New rags for old!"
In a little while, when the sky showed grey behind the roof-tops and I could see the shredded curtains hanging out black windows, the Ragman came upon a girl whose head was wrapped in a bandage, whose eyes were empty. Blood soaked her bandage. A single line of blood ran down her check.
Now the tall Ragman looked upon this child with pity, and he drew a lovely yellow bonnet from his cart.
"Give me your rag," he said, tracing his own line on her cheek, "and I'll give you mine."
The child could only gaze at him while he loosened the bandage, removed it, and tied it to his own head. The bonnet he set on hers. And I gasped at what I saw: for with the bandage went the wound! Against his brow it ran a darker, more substantial blood - his own!
"Rags! Rags! I take old rags!" cried the sobbing, bleeding, strong, intelligent Ragman.
The sun hurt the sky, now, and my eyes; the Ragman seemed more and more to hurry.
"Are you going to work?" he asked a man who leaned against a telephone pole. The man shook his head. The Ragman pressed him: "Do you have a job?" "Are you crazy?" sneered the other. He pulled away from the pole, revealing the right sleeve of his jacket - flat, the cuff stuffed into the pocket. He had no arm.
"So," said the Ragman. "Give me your jacket, and I'll give you mine." Such quiet authority in his voice!
The one-armed man took off his jacket. So did the Ragman - and I trembled at what I saw: for the Ragman's arm stayed in its sleeve, and when the other put it on he had two good arms, thick as tree limbs; but the Ragman had only one.
"Go to work," he said.
After that he found a drunk, lying unconscious beneath an army blanket, an old man, hunched, wizened, and sick. He took that blanket and wrapped it round himself, but for the drunk he left new clothes.
And now I had to run to keep up with the Ragman. Though he was weeping uncontrollably, and bleeding freely at the forehead, pulling his cart with one arm, stumbling for drunkenness, falling again and again, exhausted, old, old, and sick, yet he went with terrible speed. On spider's legs he skittered through the alleys of the City, this mile and the next, until he came to its limits, and then he rushed beyond.
I wept to see the change in this man. I hurt to see his sorrow. And yet I needed to see where he was going in such haste, perhaps to know what drove him so.
The little old Ragman - he came to a landfill. He came to the garbage pits. And then I wanted to help him in what he did, but I hung back, hiding. He climbed a hill. With tormented labor he cleared a little space on that hill. Then he sighed. He lay down. He pillowed his head on a handkerchief and a jacket. He covered his bones with an army blanket. And he died.
Oh, how I cried to witness that death! I slumped in a junked car and wailed and mourned as one who has no hope - because I had come to love the Ragman. Every other face had faded in the wonder of this man, and I cherished him; but he died. I sobbed myself to sleep.
I did not know - how could I know? - that I slept through Friday night and Saturday and its night, too. But then, on Sunday morning, I was wakened by a violence.
Light - pure, hard, demanding light - slammed against my sour face, and I blinked, and I looked, and I saw the last and the first wonder of all. There was the Ragman, folding the blamket most carefully, a scar on his forehead, but alive! And, besides that, healthy! There was no sign of sorrow nor of age, and all the rags that he had gathered shined for cleanliness.
Well, then I lowered my head, and trembling for all that I had seen, I myself walked up to the Ragman. I told him my name with shame, for I was a sorry figure next to him. Then I took off all my clothes in that place, and I said to him with dear yearning in my voice: "Dress me."
He dressed me. My Lord, he put new rags on me, and I am a wonder beside him. The Ragman, the Ragman, the Christ!
In Heaven
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud 9,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud 9,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Heaven Came Down
Oh, what a wonderful wonderful day
Day I will never forget
After I wandered in darkness away
Jesus my savior I met
O what a tender compassionate friend,
He met the need of my heart,
Shadows dispelling, with joy I am telling
He made all the darkness depart.
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul
When at the cross the Savior made me whole
My sins He washed away, and my night He turned to day,
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul.
Day I will never forget
After I wandered in darkness away
Jesus my savior I met
O what a tender compassionate friend,
He met the need of my heart,
Shadows dispelling, with joy I am telling
He made all the darkness depart.
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul
When at the cross the Savior made me whole
My sins He washed away, and my night He turned to day,
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Fishers of Men
"And Jesus said unto them, Come ye after me, and I will make you to become fishers of men," (Mark 1:17) .
I went fishing the other day and noticed something very peculiar. I noticed that all the people on the bank were trying to cast out into the middle of the lake to catch a fish and all the people in boats, out in the middle of the lake, were casting up near the bank trying to catch a fish. I have realized that this has been a pattern I have observed and participated in all my life.
I have always been able to catch fish, whether it has been from the bank or out in a boat. The principle has always been the same ... cast and retrieve ... cast and retrieve. If I did not cast, I would not catch a fish and the more times I cast my bait, the more likely it would be that I would catch a fish.
The same principle exists when fishing for men. Cast and retrieve ... cast and retrieve ... over and over agiain. Keep casting the good seed ... keep casting the Good News and you will eventually catch someone for the Lord.
And the good part is that the Lord said He would "make you to become fshers of men." Jesus does the catching. Jesus does the cleaning up. All we have to do is cast the Good News. Let's go fishing! Amen?!
I went fishing the other day and noticed something very peculiar. I noticed that all the people on the bank were trying to cast out into the middle of the lake to catch a fish and all the people in boats, out in the middle of the lake, were casting up near the bank trying to catch a fish. I have realized that this has been a pattern I have observed and participated in all my life.
I have always been able to catch fish, whether it has been from the bank or out in a boat. The principle has always been the same ... cast and retrieve ... cast and retrieve. If I did not cast, I would not catch a fish and the more times I cast my bait, the more likely it would be that I would catch a fish.
The same principle exists when fishing for men. Cast and retrieve ... cast and retrieve ... over and over agiain. Keep casting the good seed ... keep casting the Good News and you will eventually catch someone for the Lord.
And the good part is that the Lord said He would "make you to become fshers of men." Jesus does the catching. Jesus does the cleaning up. All we have to do is cast the Good News. Let's go fishing! Amen?!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
If I Had Been the Only One
If I had been the only one in this
dark world of sin,
Still Jesus would have died for me.
He is my dearest friend.
The wounds He bore, the agony
upon the cross of pain.
Is more than I can fathom; for me,
He suffered shame.
It was for me His blood was shed,
He saw me in life’s time.
The stripes He bore, the crown
of thorns, for me. Now He is mine.
I surely would be hopeless, had
God not sent his Son.
Were I the only one on earth, still
Jesus would have come.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
TRUE LOVE
If you love something, set it free.
If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours.
If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.
If it just sits in your living room,
messes up your stuff,
eats your food,
uses your telephone,
takes your money,
and never behaves as if you actually set it free in the first place,
you either married it or birthed it.
If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours.
If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.
If it just sits in your living room,
messes up your stuff,
eats your food,
uses your telephone,
takes your money,
and never behaves as if you actually set it free in the first place,
you either married it or birthed it.
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Point of Grace
The Bible says in Psalm 107:2; "Let the redeemed of the Lord say so." I have always loved that verse. It brings comfort every time I read it. Let me tell you why.
Twenty years ago, Janie and I were members of Second Baptist Church in West Memphis. The church is no longer there. The building still remains with another congregation, but Second Baptist has since merged with another church and grown much bigger than they were. You will know them as Cornerstone Baptist now.
While we were at Second Baptist, there was a singing group that would come from time to time and share with us. The group was made up of four young ladies from various churches. They had a wonderful sound and had a fervent heart to share the Gospel through their music. They called themselves "Say So." Let the redeemed of the Lord "Say So."
We bought their t-shirts and tapes just like everyone did at that time. The only problem with the group was that when they started to become popular in the contempoary music world, their name had already been copyrighted, so they had to change it. They now call themselves "Point of Grace." Millions love their music. I still do.
I've told you all that to simply tell you this: No matter what we call ourselves ... the "point of grace" is for the redeemed of the Lord to "say so." If you will have a "say so" attitude ... others will come to know the "point of grace."
This grace is found in Jesus. "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God," (Eph. 2:8).
Twenty years ago, Janie and I were members of Second Baptist Church in West Memphis. The church is no longer there. The building still remains with another congregation, but Second Baptist has since merged with another church and grown much bigger than they were. You will know them as Cornerstone Baptist now.
While we were at Second Baptist, there was a singing group that would come from time to time and share with us. The group was made up of four young ladies from various churches. They had a wonderful sound and had a fervent heart to share the Gospel through their music. They called themselves "Say So." Let the redeemed of the Lord "Say So."
We bought their t-shirts and tapes just like everyone did at that time. The only problem with the group was that when they started to become popular in the contempoary music world, their name had already been copyrighted, so they had to change it. They now call themselves "Point of Grace." Millions love their music. I still do.
I've told you all that to simply tell you this: No matter what we call ourselves ... the "point of grace" is for the redeemed of the Lord to "say so." If you will have a "say so" attitude ... others will come to know the "point of grace."
This grace is found in Jesus. "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God," (Eph. 2:8).
For Your Funnybone ....
This guy was watching TV as his wife was out cutting the grass during the hot summer. He finally worked up the energy to go out and ask his wife what was for supper.
Well, his missus was quite irritated about him sitting in the air-conditioned house all day while she did all the work, so she scolded him. "I can't believe you're asking me about supper right now! Imagine I'm out of town. Go inside and figure dinner out yourself."
So he went back into the house and fixed himself a big steak with potatoes, garlic bread, and a tall glass of iced tea.
The wife finally walked in about the time he was finishing up and asked him, "You fixed something to eat? So where's mine?"
He said, "Huh, I thought you were out of town."
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Well, his missus was quite irritated about him sitting in the air-conditioned house all day while she did all the work, so she scolded him. "I can't believe you're asking me about supper right now! Imagine I'm out of town. Go inside and figure dinner out yourself."
So he went back into the house and fixed himself a big steak with potatoes, garlic bread, and a tall glass of iced tea.
The wife finally walked in about the time he was finishing up and asked him, "You fixed something to eat? So where's mine?"
He said, "Huh, I thought you were out of town."
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