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

Service

Through the Eyes of a Bus Worker

Through the Eyes of a Bus Worker

Some see a fight, a push, and a shove.
I see a desperate cry for love.

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Some see a brat; he acts so bad.
I see a boy who’s never met his dad.

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Some see the messes and the trouble they give.
I see the poverty and the place where they live.

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Some see a teenager that won't dress right. 
I see a girl who has to protect herself at night.

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Some see the disrespect and a smart mouth so loud. 
I see a kid who gets made fun of in a crowd.

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Some see a woman who comes just to use. 
I see a lady who by a drunken husband is abused.

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Some see a drug addict, withered and worn. 
I see a soul that the Lord wants reborn.

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Some see dirt, filth, and snot. 
I see a kid who without Jesus, doesn't have a shot.

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Some see a crook, who you don’t trust much.
I see a man who needs the Lord’s touch.

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Some see a bunch of heathen that holler and yell.
I see kids with parents in jail.

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Some see a teenager who gives a lot of flack.
I see a boy whose family is on crack.

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Broken homes, broken lives, those with no hope. 
They need compassion and God's grace to cope.

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For every little girl that lies awake hungry at night, 
Lord, help me to keep in the fight.

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For every scared boy who sees his mommy get hit, 
Lord, help me to be faithful and never to quit.

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For every mama who needs a new start, 
Lord, help me to show her how to ask You into her heart.

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For every man on whom sin has a hold, 
Lord, help me to make sure the "Old Story" is told.

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The Lord sure has been good to me and mercy He's shown. 
Lord, help me to reach out so that others may make Heaven their home.

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May others judge gently when these kids they see. 
If not for the grace of God, that's where we'd be.

– By Crystal Buchanan

The Law of Sowing and Reaping

OR, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND 

One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pinto was still sputtering when he approached her. 

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. 

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. 

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' 

Well, all she had was a flat tire,

But for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. 

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid..

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid.

This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. 

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me..' 

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. 

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clea n towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her

feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan ..

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' 

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. 

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the 

money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard…. 

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.' 

Luke 6:31 And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.

Galatians 6:7 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

“…We will serve the LORD.”

"But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."

A young man, James Taylor, had lived a worldly life and was a leader in opposing a revival that had swept his neighborhood.

The morning of his wedding day he awoke with the words of Joshua 24:15 on his mind. In earlier years he had memorized that verse.

Unlike our modern customs, he put in a full day’s work before his wedding that evening. As he went about his labors, the Holy Spirit convicted his heart, and he accepted Jesus as his Savior. Then he said, "Yes, we will serve the Lord!"

At first his bride was dismayed by this decision, but soon became a believer, and a Christian home was established.

You say, "What’s so unusual about that story?"

Well, that young man was the great-grandfather of J. Hudson Taylor, founder of the China Inland Mission. Nor has the influence of that first decision been without present-day consequences. The general director of that organization is the great grandson of the founder.

Though saving faith cannot be transmitted from parents to children, God does use the holy influence of fathers and mothers upon their offspring and successive generations.

What if James Taylor had not yielded to Christ? What if his decision had been different? It is possible that a company of dedicated missionaries would not be serving in the Orient now under an organization whose founding was a direct result of that mans conversion.

The trail of a right choice in your home may lead to great blessings many years down the road. – P.R.V.

The Quiet Sermon

The Quiet Sermon

A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending Services regularly, stopped going.

After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his Pastors visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited. The pastor made himself at home but said nothing.

In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone.

Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead. Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The Pastor glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave.

He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire.
Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the pastor reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, "Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in Church next Sunday."

Open Book

 
Parents, remember you bear Christ’s dear name.
Your lives are for children to view;
You are living examples- they’ll praise you or blame,
And measure the Savior by you.
 
-Anon.


The Brick

The Brick

The cocky businessman rapidly wound his way through the traffic in his brand new Jaguar. Suddenly a brick–seemingly thrown from the side of the street–bashed into the side door of that elegant machine,

The man slammed on the brakes, leaped from the car, and quickly grabbed a kid and pushed him against a wall. “What was that all about, punk?” he snarled. “That’s a new car and that brick you just threw at it is going to cost you or your dad a lot of money!”

The kid was crying. “Please, mister, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know what else to do! I threw the brick because no one else would stop.”

Tears poured down his dirty face as he pointed to another boy, lying by the sidewalk. “That’s my brother,” he said; “He rolled his wheelchair off the curb and fell in the gutter, and I can’t lift him up. I’m not strong enough. Please, sir, would you help me get him back into his wheelchair, ‘cause he’s too heavy for me. Then you can do with me whatever you want about your car.”

The businessman suddenly had a lump in his throat. He lifted the fallen young man back into the wheelchair and took his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts. He found the kid a coke from a nearby machine.

“Thanks, mister,” said the first boy. “Now what are you going to do to me?” The man just hugged the kid and said, “Go on, Son. And bless you’

The fellow never did repair his Jag. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone would have to throw a brick at him to get his attention.

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