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.
One day, a group of scientists got together and decided that man had come a long way, and no longer needed God.
They chose one scientists to go and tell Him that they were done with Him.
The scientist walked up to God and said, "God, we've decided we no longer need You. We are to the point that we can clone people and do many miraculous things, so we're just going to go on without You."
God listened to the scientist very patiently and kindly, then said to him, "Well, how about we have a test– a man-making contest."
The scientist replied with an enthusiastic "Okay! Great!"
Then God said, "We are going to do this just like I did in the old days with Adam."
The scientist still said, "Sure! No problem!" He bent down and grabbed himself a handful of dirt.
God looked at him and said, "No, no, no, you get your own dirt."
Man thinks he has come a long way in this life, but what he fails to remember is that God is the one who has made everything that exists. If you believe that God is the One Who created everything that exists, that God sent his only Son to die for your sins, and that God is the only one that can save you from that sin, then forward this to those you love.
John 3:16 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.
Romans 10: 9-11,13 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
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.
After living what I felt was a "decent" life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a courthouse. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.
The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, "Let us begin."
The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell." He proceeded to tell of lies I told, things I stole, and in the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins even I completely forgotten about. As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I was guilty of those things, but I did some good in my life – couldn’t that at least equal out part of the harm I’d done?
Satan finished with a fury and said, "This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise."
When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.
He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, "Hi, Father," then He turned to address the court. "Satan was correct in saying this man sinned, I won’t deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."
Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so this person might have eternal life and he accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."
My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the Book of Life and no one can snatch him from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy."
As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said,"There is nothing else that needs to be done. I’ve done it all."
The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words bellowed from His lips… "This man is free The penalty for him was already paid in full. Case dismissed"
As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, "I won’t give up, I will win the next one."
I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, "Have you ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said, "Everyone that comes to Me and asked Me to represent them, received the same verdict as you, "PAID IN FULL."
Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah’s Ark
ONE: Don’t miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn’t raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you’re 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big
FIVE: Don’t listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety’s sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn’t always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you’re stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there’s always a rainbow waiting.
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."
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.
- 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