Mr. Meant-To
Mr. Mean’t to has a comrade, and his name is Didn’t-Do. Have you ever chanced to meet them? Have they ever called on you? These two fellows live together in the house of never-win, and I’m told that it is haunted by the ghost of might-have-been.
Don’t Wait
“Those who expect salvation at the eleventh hour often die at 10:30.” Postponement is perilous in spiritual matters.
The Unlocked Door
The daughter of a widow had left her mother’s house. Led astray by others, she had forsaken the guidance of her mother and her spiritual training. Diligently her mother prayed for the child. Her efforts bombarding the throne of grace were not futile.
The child became burdened by her sin, and she returned home late one night. It was near midnight, and she was surprised to find the door unlocked. Her mother later explained ot her why it was unlatched.
I have always thought that Noah was safe inside the Ark because he built it according to God’s specifications. I thought that perhaps it was the strength of the gopher wood and the soundness of the architecture that ensured that the waters of the food would not come into the Ark.
But today I encountered a verse that shifted this whole paradigm. Let’s read what Genesis 7:16 says. “The animals going in were male and female of every living thing as God had commanded Noah. Then God shut him in.”
A slave was once sent by his master on an errand that did not suit him. He did not want to go, but he went as his master commanded him.
When he came to a river, he turned back, and said, “Master, I came to a river, and I could not swim across it.”
“Well, was there not a ferry boat to take you across?”
“Yes, there was a ferry boat but the man that manned the boat was on the other side.”
“Well,” said the master, “ did you call to the ferry man to come and take you across?
Whatever our hands touch we leave fingerprints! On wall, on furniture, on doorknobs, dishes, books, as we touch we leave our identity. Oh, please where ever I go today, help me leave heart prints! Heart prints of compassion of understanding and love. Heart prints of kindness and genuine concern. May my heart touch a lonely neighbor or a runaway daughter, or and anxious mother, or perhaps a dear friend. O shall go out today to leave heart prints, and if someone should say “I felt your touch,” may that one sense by Your love touching through me.
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