The inspiration for this website came from a Scripture song I heard over 10 years ago at a ladies retreat:

Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
A word fitly spoken shall be,
Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
Let my life bring glory to thee.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Proverbs 25:11

Although some of the "stories" listed are made up, the Scriptural truths they illustrate are very real and can be of great benefit in a Christian's walk with the Lord and as illustrations for the lost.

It is my heart's desire that amongst the pages of this website, the Christian find words of encouragement and be spurred on to service for our Lord, and that seekers of the truth find Salvation in the timeless truths of God's Word for these troubled times.

- Angela

Archive for May 2009

Afraid?

Afraid?”

Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit’s glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour’s face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace,
The glory gleam from wounds of grace,
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
A flash – a crash – a pierced heart;
Brief darkness – Light – O Heaven’s art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
To enter into Heaven’s rest,
And yet to serve the Master blessed?
From service good to service best?
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not –
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid? Of that?

This poem was written by E.H. Hamiliton,
after hearing of the death
of his missionary collegue Jack Vinson.
Vinson was martyred in 1931 and showed no fear of
death to his Chinese captors, telling them,
“Kill me, if you wish. I will go straight to God.”

************

This poem and others are featured in a poetry booklet
put together by Jerry Bouey: Season of Your Pilgrimage

************

Devotional by Jerry Bouey

1) In the Bible, the Greek word for “witness” is “martus”, where we get our word martyr from. So, a martyr is someone who died because of their witness (or testimony) of Jesus Christ.

If you won’t live for the Lord here and now, you will not “die” for Him! You may face death, and even be killed, but it won’t be as a martyr. The Apostle Paul says in 1 Corinthians 13:3, “…and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.” Charity means “love” – love for God as well as love for man. If you don’t love the Lord, your death as a “martyr” will not profit you anything. I have paraphrased a saying I’ve heard before:

The Final Proof of our Love is in the Faithful Pattern of our Living.

2) If you are a born-again child of God, through personal faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, then you need not fear death, even the cruel death of martyrdom. Romans 8:38-39 says nothing can separate us from the love of God (and from God Himself), not even death – which as you may note, is the first thing listed. In fact, death for the children of God only brings them home to be with the Lord, to live in His presence forever! Why fear that?

3) Finally, Paul makes another comment which is very appropriate to the trials and sufferings we face as a Christian, “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Romans 8:18 Nothing we go through can compare to the glory that will be revealed in Heaven!

Just some food for thought. May we all be faithful in our walk with the Lord.

December 21st/04
Jerry Bouey

Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold,
the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may
be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou
faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.

Revelation 2:10

A Child’s Kiss

A Child’s Kiss

I sat amongst the people, a sheep within the herd,
Waiting for the preacher to deliver up the Word.
But first he called the children and prayed with them as one,
And they scurried off to Sunday School, the moment he was done.

And then we saw a picture I know I’ll not forget,
As the preacher’s little daughter threw her arms around his neck.
She kissed him many, many times. Adoringly she clung.
I realized in that moment that the message had begun.

God didn’t need our schedule, an agenda or a list.
He showed us each a million things within a child’s kiss.
The preacher wasn’t hurried. His demeanor wasn’t rushed.
He loved his little child and the congregation hushed.

His tender little daughter had forgotten we were there,
Adoration for her father was her one and only care.
It was just a fleeting moment but it hung there just the same,
She looked so very tiny hanging on this grown man’s frame.

No sermon could have said it, no song could capture this.
I learned about my Father’s love in a little child’s kiss.
God wants me to come running. He wants to pull me in.
The love He gives outweighs the thoughts of work, time, and sin.

I so adore my Father. We’re not meant to be apart.
He shines His light all over my transparent needy heart.
No matter that I’m feeble. No matter what they say.
I feel the warmth of all His love when I bow my head to pray.

I’m just a little child. My Father’s love is huge.
He saves me each and every day, and offers me refuge.
He loves me in my weakness. He loves me in my strife.
I cling to Him for comfort, and I cling to Him for life.

by Karla Mercaldo

A Beautiful Symphony

A Beautiful Symphony

A musician needs all the keys
To play a symphony;
If he only used the white ones,
What beauty would there be?

The black keys make the music
Melodic to the ear;
If the pianist never used them,
What a different song we'd hear.

And just like that piano,
So it is with life;
It takes both light and dark to make
The music flow just right.

God uses trials and sorrows
Like the pianist uses keys;
He combines the light and dark to make
Life's music sound so sweet.

The song of life sounds better
When He uses all the keys;
For then He can turn a simple tune
Into a beautiful symphony.

A Beautiful Symphony Copyright ©1995 by Jan McIntosh
Used With Permission (originally titled "Life's Music) www.jesushugs.net

This poem, and others, are featured in a poetry booklet, Seasons of Your Pilgrimage, put together by Jerry Bouey.

*********

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

ABC’s From My Heart

ABC’s From My Heart

Thou art my Advocate, always interceding for me

My Bridegroom I will one day face-to-face see

A Cornerstone Thou art to my Christian foundation

My Deliverer from all trials as well as temptation

My Everlasting Father Thou has a Hand of great mercy

A Fountain, My thirst Thou removest far from me

Thou art my Guide, without Thee I do wander

My High Priest, for my salvation Thou didst suffer

Immanuel, God with us, alone I won’t be

My Judge, Thou wilt judge me righteously

O King, how I long to witness Thy reign

Thou becamest a Lamb, for my salvation to gain

My Mediator, to the Heavenly Father Thou proclaimest

Thy Name is above all Names, Thou art surely the Greatest

Only Begotten of the Father, The First and the Last

Thou art the Passover, buried my sins in the past

Quicken my heart, Thy Spirit I desire

Redeemer of my sins and from hell’s eternal fire

O Shepherd of my soul, Thou carest for me

Thou art the True Vine, I would perish without Thee

United with the Father, Thy voice do I hear

Victorious o’er death no more shall I fear

Word of Life Thou has truly opened mine eyes

To witness Thy EXample of love from on high

Thou art Yahweh, the Great and the Most High One

Thy Zeal for redemption, my soul Thou hast won!

Kate Plourde
June 17, 2002

Daily Blessings



    The link to the Daily Blessing provider is given for credit purposes only. I cannot endorse all content on their website. - Angela

KJ Bible Search

    Find:
    Entire Bible
    Old Testament
    New Testament
    Red letter
    Show verse numbers only