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

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Differences Between the Doctor and the Pastor

Differences Between the Doctor and the Pastor
The author(s) of this work is unclear, but I have found the following individuals:
Pastor Melvin Flosser or Missionary Linton M. Smith Jr. or Bro. Alan Moravek

The Doctor charges outrageous fees and you complain, but you come back the next time you are sick.
The Pastor preaches that you should pay your tithes and you leave the church.

The Doctor checks how much you weigh and you allow him.
The Pastor asks how much you pray and it's none of his business.

The Doctor says, "Please disrobe" and you do it without question.
The Pastor preaches that you should dress modestly and he is getting too personal.

The Doctor gives you a nasty tasting pill and you take it.
The Pastor feeds you the Word and you say, "No thank you."

The Doctor's office closes at a certain time.
The Pastor is to be available, awake, and ready twenty-four hours a day.

The Doctor tells you to change your lifestyle to lower your blood pressure.
The Pastor tells you how to change your lifestyle and it raises your blood pressure.

The Doctor tells you, "We need to run more tests." — so you make an appointment.
The Pastor says, "We need more Prayer Meetings and Bible Studies and you are too busy.

The Doctor says, "There is nothing more we can do," and you search high and low for one who can help.
The Pastor says, "God can help you," and you give up and say, "What's the use!"

The Doctor says, "Try this and see if it works and if it doesn't we'll try something else," so you do.
The Pastor gives you the Promises of God's Word and you don't like to "Walk by faith."

To the Doctor you are just another customer.
To the Pastor, you are a part of the family. He loves you. He prays for you. He helps carry your burdens. He laughs with you and cries with you.

God’s Will

God’s Will

I used to pray with puzzled heart,
And oft the tears would flow.
My prayer was very earnest then,
"Help me Thy will to KNOW!"

I later prayed with fearful heart,
Because God’s will I knew.
My prayer was much more earnest then,
"Help me Thy will to DO!"

Today I pray with yielded heart,
To my Father up above.
My prayer is very simple now,
"Help me Thy will to LOVE!"

Max Sidders
Ephesians 5:17

 

Reminder of Our Existance

We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience.

We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Author Unknown

The EN-CROWD

Be a Part of the EN-CROWD!

II Corinthians 9:11 “Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.”

Being a part of the “EN” crowd is not about people accepting YOU! It is not about what people think of YOU! Actually, it is not about YOU at all! It’s all about OTHERS! It’s all about what we ARE to OTHERS.

En-courager
En-dearer
En-ergizer
En-hancer
En-joyer
En-thuser
En-quirer
En-lightener
En-lister

By doing these then things you will EN-RICH the lives of those around you.

Mrs. Schery Owens

Queen Victoria

 

Canadian Victoria Day

The Monday before May 25th (usually the 3rd Monday in May) in Canada is a national holiday known as Queen Victoria’s Birthday (or Victoria Day in Canada).  It is celebrated as the beginning of summer to start planting gardens and opening summer resorts.  It is also recognised as the official birthday celebration of the reigning monarch.  Fireworks are a primary part of the holiday.  Queen Victoria established Canada as a nation and chose Ottawa as the capital city.  The following story of the queen will broaden your understanding of the Queen’s beliefs and willingness to develop those beliefs for herself.

Can We Know that we have Sure Salvation?

Many people want to know that they have guaranteed salvation to be in Heaven, many people believe that we can’t be sure at any particular time.  Who is right?  Are we to remain without assurance throughout our spiritual lives on this cursed planet earth?

Perhaps this true and publicly known example will help you to know for yourself.

Queen Victoria wanted to be sure and asked her Chaplain after a worship service held in St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, England, "Can one be absolutely sure in this life of eternal safety?"  The Chaplain did not believe that there was a way for a person to be certain in this sinful life.  His comments were published in the "Court News" where a modest evangelist named John Townsend read the article.

After reading the answer given to Queen Victoria by the Chaplain, and having considered the question, Townsend began to think and pray about answering her himself.  This is the note he sent to the queen:

To her gracious Majesty, our beloved Queen Victoria, from one of her most humble subjects:

With trembling hands, but heartfelt love, and because I know that we can be absolutely sure now of our eternal life in the Home that Jesus went to prepare, may I ask your Most Gracious Majesty to read the following passages of Scripture: John 3:16; Romans 10:9, 10?

I sign myself, your servant for Jesus’ sake, John Townsend.

John told others about his letter to the queen and gained many supporters who offered many sincere prayers before God asking a blessing for the Queen’s understanding.  Approximately 2 weeks later John received a simple envelope which contained a letter that read:

To John Townsend:  Your letter of recent date I received and in reply would state that I have carefully and prayerfully read the portions of Scripture referred to.  I believe in the finished work of Christ for me, and trust by God’s grace to meet you in that Home of which He said, "I go to prepare a place for you."  (signed) Victoria Guelph

This Salvation is freely offered to everyone — royalty or not!

During her reign Queen Victoria had a royal physician, Sir James Simpson of Edinburgh, who was a man of deep faith, and knew that "in Christ there was neither slave nor free, male nor female, for all are one and equally valued in the Lord" (see Galatians 3:28).  Simpson was a pioneer in general anesthetic and using it for childbirth.  When Simpson was dying in extreme pain, he commented: ‘When I think, it is of the words ‘Jesus only’ and really that is all that is needed, is it not?’

Frogmore Royal Mausoleum at Windsor.  Above the Mausoleum door is inscribed the following words fromVictoria

"Farewell best friend, here at last I shall rest with thee, with thee in Christ I shall rise again."

The Room

THE ROOM

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. “I wowed ’em,” he later told his father, Bruce. “It’s a killer. It’s the best thing I ever
wrote.” It also was the last.

Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teary Valley High School . Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. “It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there.”  Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. “I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.”

Brian’s Essay: The Room…

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. Then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than  I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched”, I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast wasted time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.  I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title was “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me..

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so   quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last  file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”-Phil. 4: 13 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
My “People I shared the gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours? If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so they can understand the salvation that only Jesus can bring. Please also send them to God’s Simple Plan of Salvation.

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