Stella McVey was a member of my church but she never heard me preach. I had never seen her in church, because she was confined to a nursing home. She had lived in the little cross-road village of Brandon for years. Her daughter was married to the County Sheriff and they lived on the margin of the village. Her daughter also played the piano at the Methodist Church just across the road from the Baptist Church where I was the pastor. She appreciated me visiting her mother in the nursing home from time to time.
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Tongues of Men and of Angels
I have done some crazy things to win a hearing for the truth. A couple years ago I was preparing to speak at camp. Standing in the front of the chapel the camp pastor was talking about the previous speakers who used some pretty zany attention-getting antics. My friend said; “One guy rode a skateboard down the aisle and jumped the altar when I introduced him.”
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Truth Seed and Heart Soil
Get in your car some evening this week. Get out of town. Let the radio rest in silence for right now. Listen to the sounds of the countryside. Turn off the air conditioner and roll down all the windows. Drive slowly down a country road with the cool of evening coming on. Breathe deep and look close. Notice the honest smells of soil and living things on the evening air. Do you see it? Do you feel it?There is abundance all around you.
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Triathalete
Years ago it was my duty to drive a van-load of students to a camp on Schroon Lake in up-state New York. As soon as I arrived I was greeted with a series of adjustments and disappointments. I would not be able to stay on the Island with the students. I would be in an old inn on the mainland instead of the nicer conference center. The Inn was not air-conditioned. I would not be alone but would have to share my room with a stranger. I was used to three meals a day, they only served two.
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My Youthful Folly
It is amazing that my little brothers still speak to me at all. When they were small I tormented them without mercy. That’s just the way I treated people I loved when I was a kid. At the time it was hard for them to understand the twisted psychology of that. I would tell you the details but then you probably wouldn’t like me anymore-so I’ll just keep most of them to myself and give you one representative example here.
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A Woman Alone on the Road
A woman in our church had one of her worst fears play itself out on a bitter cold evening last week. She received a horrifying cell-phone call from her daughter who was four hours away in a blizzard and she was weeping hysterically and said her care was broken down. She was on an interstate highway near a major city in Ohio.
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