Our
house was directly across the street from the clinic Entrance
Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the
upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic. One summer evening as I
was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a
truly awful more
. . .
A group
of frogs was traveling through the woods,
and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs
gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told
the unfortunate frogs
they would more
. . .
My
brother-in-law opened the
bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped
package. "This," he said, "is not a
slip. This is lingerie." more
. . .
Back
when the telegraph was the
fastest method of long-distance
communication, a young man applied for a job as a Morse Code operator.
Answering an ad in the newspaper, he went to the office
address that was listed. more
. . .
The
first day of school our
professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone
we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand
touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled,
little old lady more
. . .
A
lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a
glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?" more
. . .
It was
an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and
everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the North had
brought winter's chill back to Indiana. I sat, with two friends, in the
picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the
towns-square. The food and the company were both more
. . .
A
parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into
the farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying' - or - whatever
mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing
more
. . .
Now
I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd. more
. . .
He was
in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School
in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund
was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that
happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional
mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind
him again and again that more
. . .
More
of "Change the World"
Who Am
I? ... I was born in 1725, and I died 1807. The only godly
influence in my life, as far back as I can remember, was my mother,
whom I had for only seven years. When she left more
. . .
He was
born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He
grew up in still another village, where he worked in a carpenter shop
until he was thirty. Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a more
. . .
There was a boy by the name of Steve who was
attending Seminary in Utah. In this Seminary classes are held during
school hours. Brother Christianson taught Seminary at this particular
school. He had an open-door policy and would take in any student that
had been thrown out of another class as long as more
. . .
"Come
in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?" "If you
have
the time," I said. God smiled and said: "My time is eternity
and
is enough to do everything; what questions do you have more
. . .
A rat
looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife
opening a package. What food might it contain? He was aghast to
discover that more
. . .
And
more of "Change
the World"
They
walked in tandem, each of the ninety-three students filing into the
already crowded auditorium. With rich maroon gowns flowing and the
traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. Dads
swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and moms freely more
. . .
When I
was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our
neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the
wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little
to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when more
. . .
One
evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that was going
on inside himself. He said, "My son, it is between 2 wolves.
One is evil: more
. . .
Blessed
are the husband and wife who continue to be affectionate, considerate,
and loving after the wedding bells have ceased ringing.
Blessed are more
. . .
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