The Dogs and the Cats

Two teens were volunteering their Saturday, working at an animal shelter. They had spent many hours pampering puppies, bathing kittens, and cleaning up mounds of poop and puddles of pee. Being worn out and sweaty, one of the teens wiped the perspiration from his brow, before he said to the other teen, “You know what, today reminds me of when Jesus will come again.”

“What do you mean?” the other teen asked.

“Well, for instance, look at this room.” The other teen did, seeing where they were standing was a hall with cages filled with barking and meowing critters on either side of them. “Now imagine, if the cages on the right were filled only with dogs. And the cages on the left, were only filled with cats.”

“Okay,” said the other teen.

“Well, when Jesus comes back in his glory, and all the angels will be with him, he will then sit in his glorious throne. Before him will be gathered all the nations of the earth. Not just Israel and Rome, but America, Russia, China, everyone will be there. And he will separate people one from another as an animal shelter volunteer separates the dogs from the cats. And he will place the dogs on his right, but the cats on the left. Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me food, a feast fit for a king. I was thirsty and you gave me drink. I was a stranger and you welcomed me, opening your home as if I was family. I was naked and you clothed me, wrapping me with the shirt from your own back. I was sick and you visited me, bringing me some of the best chicken noodle soup that I have ever had. I was in prison and you came to me.’ Continue reading

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The Sand Dollar Missionary

The Legend of the Sand Dollar

There’s a lovely little legend
that I would like to tell,
of the birth and death of Jesus,
found in this lowly shell.

If you examine closely,
you’ll see that you find here,
four nail holes and a fifth one,
made by a Roman’s spear.

On one side the Easter lily,
its center is the star,
that appeared unto the shepherds
and led them from afar.

The Christmas Poinsettia
etched on the other side,
reminds us of His birthday,
our happy Christmastide.

Now break the center open,
and here you will release,
the five white doves awaiting,
to spread Good Will and Peace.

 

This simple little symbol,
Christ left for you and me,
to help us spread His Gospel,
through all Eternity.

–Author Unknown

 

~Photos Obtained

The Modern-Day Prodigal Son

One Sunday after service, a minister decided to order the #1 on the Wendy’s menu, with a Frosty added of course, before taking a seat at a nearby table. It wasn’t long, before a group of men who were cussing and speaking profane things, with the stench of beer still on their breaths from the night before, joined the minister at his table. Turning a table of one into a table of many.

At another table close by, some folks who had listened to the minister’s sermon earlier that morning, began to grumble amongst themselves, saying, “This man receives sinners and eats with them.” Of course, being at a table nearby, and the churchgoers not being the most quiet of gossipers, the minister heard their words.

He then calmly dipped another fry into his Frosty and munched on it, before speaking in a mild voice, yet loud enough for the other table to hear: Continue reading

Jesus Loves You

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life (John 3:16).

“Jesus Loves Me,” is perhaps one of the most well known Christian songs around the globe. Not only are its lyrics simple, which makes it easy to translate:

  • Cristo me ama, bien lo se, (Spanish)
  • Jesus liebt mich, dies weiß ich (German)
  • Anipenda ni kweli, (Swahili)
  •  我を愛す (Japanese)

but they also ring true, and carry with them a message that needs to be heard, addressing a need within every heart: the desire to be loved.

That is why I argue that this song, is much more important than being just another children’s song. Indeed, it is a beautiful song to sing with your children, but I also believe that it’s something more. Something with a rich tradition and a powerful legacy behind it: Continue reading

Excerpt: Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man’s Soul by John Eldredge, Chapter 8: A Battle to Fight: The Enemy

“Dad, are there any castles anymore?” Luke and I were sitting at the breakfast table; actually, he was seated and I was attending his Royal Highness, making him toast with apricot jam. As soon as he asked the question I knew what his young heart was wondering. Are there any great adventures anymore? Are there any great battles? I wanted to explain that indeed there are, but before I could reply he got this gleam in his eye and asked, “And are there any dragons?” O, how deeply this is written into the masculine soul. The boy is a warrior; the boy is his name. A man needs a battle to fight; he needs a place for the warrior in him to come alive and be hone, trained, seasoned. If we can reawaken that fierce quality in a man, hook it up to a higher purpose, release the warrior within, then the boy can grow up and become truly masculine. Continue reading

The Ultimate Gift

Walmart is busy this time of year. So if you’re praying for patience, it’s the place to go. And Amazon’s working overtime to deliver goodies and gifts before the December 25th deadline. For many stores, Christmastime is perhaps the busiest time of the year. Why? Because everyone is shopping for gifts.

One of the many traditions of Christmas, is the exchanging of presents. One reason why some stores, *cough Walmart, begin Christmas in August. Businesses love selling stuff. It makes them money. And it’s also natural for us to like getting presents. Oh, the sweet, sweet dopamine that is released as we strip away the decorative wrapping to see what is inside. However, I would like to remind us, that though it’s fun to get, Christmas is not about getting; it’s about giving. Continue reading