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.
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.
Tools For Sale
It was advertised that the devil was going to put his tools up for sale. On the date of the sale, the tools were placed for public inspection; each tool being marked with its sale price. They were a treacherous lot of implements…..Hatred, Envy, Jealousy, Deceit, Lying, Pride, and so on.
Laid apart from the rest was a harmless looking tool, well worn and priced very high.
“What is the name of this tool?” asked one of the purchasers, pointing to it.
“That is Discouragement”, replied the devil.
“Why have you priced it so high?”
“Because it is more useful to me than the others. I can pry open and get inside a man’s heart with that when I cannot get near him with my other tools. Once I get inside, I can make him do what I choose. It is badly worn because I use it on almost everyone, since very few people know that it belongs to me.”
My friend, don’t let Satan discourage you in anyway. You are God’s child and have the victory already won. All you have to do is keep your faith on the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ. The devil will not have a chance to discourage you, even with his best tools.
There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it. 1 Corinthians 10:13
The Matchless Pearl
A heavy splash was followed by many ripples and then the water below the pier was still. David Morse, a missionary, crouched low on the pier, his eyes riveted where a stream of little bubbles rose to the surface from deep under the water. In a moment his old friend Rambhau, an Indian pearl diver, appeared and clambered onto the dock, grinning.
“Look at this one, sahib,” said Rambhau, taking a big oyster from between his teeth. “I think it will be good.”
Morse took it and pried it open with his pocket knife. “Rambhau! Look!” exclaimed Morse, “Why it’s a treasure!”
“Yes, a good one,” shrugged the diver.
“Good! It’s perfect isn’t it? Have you ever seen a better pearl? ” cried Morse, turning the pearl over in his hands.
“Oh, yes, there are better pearls, much better. Why, I have one…” his voice trailed off. “See here–the imperfections–the black speck here, this tiny dent. It’s not even round, but good enough as pearls go.”
“Your eye is too sharp for your good, my friend,” lamented Morse. “I would never ask for a more perfect pearl!”
“It is just as you say about your God,” answered Rambhau. “To themselves people seem without fault, but God sees them as they really are.” The two men started down the dusty road to town.
“You’re right, Rambhau, but God offers a perfect righteousness to all who will simply believe and accept His free offer of salvation through His beloved Son.”
“No, sahib. As I’ve told you so many times, it’s too easy. That is where your religion breaks down. Perhaps I am too proud, but I must work for my place in heaven. Do you see that man over there? He is a pilgrim, perhaps to Bombay or Calcutta. He walks barefooted over the sharpest stones–and see–every few paces he kneels down and kisses the road. That is good. The first day of the new year I shall begin my pilgrimage. All my life I have planned it. I shall make sure of heaven this time. I am going to Delhi on my knees.”
“Rambhau! You’re crazy! It’s nine hundred miles to Delhi! The skin will break on your knees and you will have blood poisoning or leprosy before you ever get there.”
“No, I must go to Delhi. The suffering will be sweet, for it will purchase heaven for me.”
“Rambhau, my friend, you can’t! How can I let you do this when Jesus Christ, by His death and resurrection, has already done all to purchase heaven for you?”
But the old man could not be moved. “You are my dearest friend on earth, sahib Morse. Through many years you have stood beside me. In sickness and want you have been sometimes my only friend. But even you cannot turn me from this great desire to purchase eternal bliss. I must go to Delhi.” It was useless. The old pearl diver could not understand, could not accept the free salvation of Christ.
Later one afternoon Morse answered a knock at his door to find Rambhau there.
“My good friend!” exclaimed Morse. “Come in.”
“No,” said the pearl diver. “I want you to come with me to my house, sahib. I have something to show you.”
The heart of the missionary leaped. Perhaps God was answering his prayers at last. “Of course I’ll come.”
Inside Rambhau’s home, Morse was seated on the chair where many times he had sat explaining to the diver God’s way of salvation, Rambhau left the room to return with a small but heavy strongbox. “I have had this strongbox for years,” he said. “I keep only one thing in it. Now I will tell you about it. Sahib Morse, I once had a son.”
“A son! Rambhau, you never said a word about him!”
“No, sahib, I couldn’t.”
As the diver spoke, his eyes were wet with tears. “Now I must tell you, for soon I will leave, and who knows whether I shall ever return? My son was a diver, too–the best pearl diver on the coasts of India. He had the swiftest dive, the keenest eye, the strongest arm, the longest breath of any man who sought for pearls. What joy he brought to me! He always dreamed of finding a pearl beyond all others. One day he found it, but in his desire to get it, he stayed under too long. He lost his life soon after. All these years I have kept the pearl, but now, my friend, I am giving it to you.”
The old man, shaking with emotion, worked the lock on the strongbox and drew from it a carefully wrapped package. Gently folding back the cloths, he picked up a mammoth pearl and placed it in the hand of the missionary. It was one of the largest pearls ever found off the coast of India, and it glowed with a luster and brilliance Morse had never seen. It would have brought a fabulous sum in any market.
For a moment the missionary was speechless and gazed on the pearl with awe. “Rambhau! what a pearl!”
“That pearl, sahib, is perfect,” he replied quietly.
The missionary looked up quickly with a new thought.
“Rambhau this is a wonderful pearl, an amazing pearl. Let me buy it. I will give you ten thousand dollars for it.”
“Sahib! What do you mean?”
“Well, I will give you fifteen thousand dollars for it, or if it takes more I will work for it.”
“Sahib,” said Rambhau, as his whole body stiffened, “this pearl is beyond all price. No man in all the world has enough money to pay what this pearl is worth to me. I could never sell it. You may only have it as a gift.”
“No, Rambhau, I cannot accept it that way. Perhaps I am too proud, but that is too easy. I must earn it.”
The old pearl diver was stunned. “You don’t understand at all, sahib. Don’t you see? My only son gave his life to get this pearl, and nothing you would do could ever earn it. Its worth is in the life-blood of my son. Just accept it as a token of the love I have for you.”
For a moment the missionary could not speak. Then he gripped the hand of his old friend. “Rambhau,” he said in a low voice, “don’t you see? That is just what God has been saying to you.”
The diver looked long and searchingly at the missionary and slowly he began to understand.
“God is offering salvation to you as a free gift. It is so great and priceless that no man on earth could buy it–millions of dollars are too little. No man can earn it–in a thousand pilgrimages you could not earn it. It cost God the life-blood of His only Son to make the entrance for you into heaven. All you can do is accept it as a token of God’s love for you, a sinner.
“Rambhau, of course I will accept the pearl in deep humility, praying God I may be worthy of your love. But won’t you accept God’s great gift of eternal life, in deep humility knowing it cost Him the death of His only Son to offer it to you?”
Great tears were rolling down the face of the old man. The veil was lifting. He understood at last. “Sahib, I see it now. I could not believe that His salvation was free, but now I understand. Some things are too priceless to be bought or earned. Sahib, I accept His offer of salvation.”
“God commendeth His love toward us, in that,
while we were yet sinners,
Christ died for us”
“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.”
“For by grace are ye saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves:
it is the gift of God: not of works,
lest any man should boast”
The Eye of Faith
It was a Wednesday afternoon. Shrouded in a dense fog, a large steamer edged slowly forward off the coast of Newfoundland, its foghorn crying out somber notes of warning. The captain–near exhaustion from lack of sleep–was startled by a gentle tap on his shoulder. He fumed and found himself face-to-face with an old man in his late seventies.
The old man said, “Captain, I have come to tell you that I must be in Quebec on Saturday afternoon.”
The captain pondered for a moment, and then snorted, “Impossible.”
“Very well,” the old man responded, “if your ship can’t take me, God will find some other means to take me. I have never broken an engagement in 57 years.”
Lifting his weary hands in a gesture of despair, the captain replied, “I would help if I could–but I am helpless.”
Undaunted, the old man suggested, “Let’s go down to the chart room and pray.” The captain raised his eyebrows in utter disbelief, looking at the old man as if he had just escaped from a lunatic asylum.
“Do you know how dense the fog is?” the captain demanded.
The old man responded, “No. My eye is not on the thickness of the fog but on the living God who controls every circumstance of my life.”
Against his better judgment, the captain accompanied the old man to the chart room and kneeled with him in prayer. With simple words a child might use, the old man prayed, “O Lord, if it is consistent with Thy will, please remove this fog in five minutes. Thou knowest the engagement Thou didst make for me in Quebec on Saturday. I believe it is Thy will.”
The captain, a nominal Christian at best, thought it wise to humor the old man and recite a short prayer. But before he was able to utter a single word, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The old man requested, “Don’t pray, because you do not believe; and as I believe God has already answered, there is no need for you to pray.” The captain’s mouth dropped open.
Then the old man explained, “Captain, I have known my Lord for 57 years and there has never been a single day that I have failed to gain an audience with the King. Get up, captain, and open the door, and you will find the fog is gone.” The captain did as he was requested, and was astonished to find that the fog had indeed disappeared.
The captain later testified that this encounter with the aged George Muller completely revolutionized his Christian life. He had seen with his own eyes that Muller’s God was the true and living God of the Bible. He had seen incredible power flow from a frail old man–a power rooted in simple childlike faith in God.
The late pastor Ray Stedman once delivered a sermon in which he said, “Faith has an apparent ridiculousness about it. You are not acting by faith if you are doing what everyone around you is doing. Faith always appears to defy the circumstances. It constitutes a risk and a venture.”
That is the kind of faith George Muller demonstrated decade after decade in his long and fruitful life. During the final year of his earthly sojourn, he wrote that his faith had been increasing over the years little by little, but he emphatically insisted that there was nothing unique about him or his faith. He believed that a life of trust was open to virtually all of God’s children if only they would endure when trials came instead of giving up.
When Jesus Looks
When Jesus looks upon my life, What picture does He see.
Does He see His own reflection, Or does He just see me.
Does He see His likeness, The product of His hand.
Or just another Christian, Who never took a stand.
Does He see a child of God, A child that He set free.
Living life to honor Him, Or does He just see me.
What about the other folks, I meet along the way.
Do I show them Jesus, To brighten up their day.
When someone looks into my eyes, Can they truly see.
That calm and gentle peace of God, That dwells inside of me.
When I reach out and shake a hand, Is He right there in my grip.
Can they feel that strength from God, That steadies when I slip.
When folks are in my presence, Do they know His Spirit’s there.
Can they see that He’s the one, Who guides me everywhere.
When other people think of me, What is on their mind.
Do they think of Jesus Christ, So gentle and so kind.
I try to be like Jesus, Every single day.
Spreading love and kindness, All along my way.
I’m afraid that I have failed, I could not pass the test.
Deep inside my heart I know, I haven’t done my best.
I have had to fight my flesh, Since the day that I was born.
It’s always causing trouble, And being such a thorn.
That’s why His Spirit dwells in me, He’s helping me to learn.
In every situation, Where I need to turn.
He knew I’d never pass the test, That’s why He took my place.
He gave His life to save my soul, He suffered my disgrace.
Now I try to be like Him, I must present Him well.
So other folks will want His gift, And turn their backs on hell.
Other folks should see the joy, That Christ has given me.
They should want to have it too, Especially since it’s free.
They should begin to ask me, What is it they must do.
Just how it is they go about, Getting Jesus too.
Then I get to tell them, This wondrous gift is free.
It only takes a humble heart, A prayer on bended knee.
Someday when I’m face to face, With the Lord who set me free.
Will He see His own reflection, Or will He just see me.
1. Give God what’s right – not what’s left.
2. “Pray” is a four-letter word you can say anywhere – except in public schools.
3. Man’s way leads to a hopeless end – God’s way leads to an endless hope.
4. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.
5. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.
6. To be almost saved is to be totally lost.
7. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma – but never let him be the period.
8. Don’t put a question mark where God puts a period.
9. God grades on the cross, not the curve.
10. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a facelift.
11. When praying, don’t give God instructions – just report for duty.
12. God doesn’t want shares of your life – He wants a controlling interest.
13. Don’t wait for six strong men to take you to church.
14. We don’t change God’s message – His message changes us.
15. The church is prayer-conditioned.
16. When God ordains, He sustains.
17. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.
18. Plan ahead – It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark.
19. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position.
20. Suffering with truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.
21. Exercise daily – walk with the Lord.
22. Coincidences happen when God chooses to remain anonymous.
23. Wisdom has two parts -
1) having a lot to say
2) not saying it.
24. Never give the devil a ride – he will always want to drive.
25. A clean conscience makes a soft pillow.
26. Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.
27. Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.
28. He who angers you controls you.
29. Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.
30. Give Satan an inch & he’ll be a ruler.
31. Forbidden fruits create many jams.
32. Be ye fishers of men -you catch them & He’ll clean them.
33. Deciding not to choose Jesus is still making a choice.
34. God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
35. If God is your co-pilot – swap seats.
A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, who we’ll call Brother Smith. She says Brother Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for another fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Brother Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person’s picture.
Sally’s girlfriend (on her right), drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend (on her left) drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased at the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts, with much laughter and hilarity. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart.
Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Brother Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn’t have a chance to throw any darts at her target, Brother Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus . .
A complete hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced out. Brother Smith said only these words, “In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.” No other words were necessary; the tear-filled eyes of each student focused only on the picture of Christ.
“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Matthew 25:40
- Through the Eyes of a Bus Worker
- The Contest
- Patriotism Without Religion?
- Disappointment – His Appointment
- Notes About Mothers
- Taking Hold of Your Legacy
- The Law of Sowing and Reaping
- “…We will serve the LORD.”
- Spiritual Vitamins
- My Attorney
- What I learned from Noah’s Ark
- The Quiet Sermon
- Phil. 4:13
- Beatitudes for the Home
- Fasting and Feasting
- Open Book
- The Brick
- Differences Between the Doctor and the Pastor
- God’s Will
- Reminder of Our Existance
- The EN-CROWD
- Queen Victoria
- The Room
- Just As I Am
- C.H. Spurgeon
- George Mueller
- My Times Are In Thy Hands
- So Little Time
- It Is Well With My Soul
- How Firm a Foundation
- Jesus Loves Me
- He Paid My Debt!
- H.G. Spafford
- John Newton
- Philip Paul Bliss
- Amazing Grace
- Ira Sankey
- Billy Sunday
- C.T. Studd
- Lester Roloff
- Gipsy Smith
- John R. Rice
- D.L. Moody
- Abraham Lincoln
- Curtis Hutson
- Fanny Crosby
- Quilt of Holes
- Tools For Sale
- Thank Him for Your Thorns