What is faith? Is faith real? What can we learn from the faith of others? How can we live a life of faith and encouragement that brings hope to others? And back to the original question, what is faith? "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." ~ Hebrews 11:1 KJV
A daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father. When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed.
"I don't believe God exists" the barber said matter of factly. It started simply enough. A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.
As a drought continued for what seemed an eternity, a small community of farmers was in a quandary as to what to do. Rain was important to keep their crops healthy and sustain the townspeople's way of life. The problems became more acute.
A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people were in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman.
Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.
My brother Kevin thinks God lives under the bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there, God?" he said.
The man whispered, "God, speak to me," and a meadowlark sang. But the man did not hear. So the man yelled, "God, speak to me!", and thunder rolled across the sky.
As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that was our life.
Not long ago I heard a story about a young man and an old preacher. The young man had lost his job and didn't know which way to turn. So he went to see the old preacher.
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy.
Some time ago, a few ladies met in a certain city to study the scriptures. While reading the third chapter of Malachi, they came upon a remarkable expression in the third verse: "And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver (Malachi 3:3)".
Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then just put it on a list and said, 'I'll pray for them later.'? Or has anyone ever called you and said "I need you to pray"?
PSALM 118 is the middle chapter of the entire Bible. And PSALM 118 is preceded by Psalm 117, the shortest chapter in the Bible.
What would you do if you found a stethoscope on the sidewalk?
You don't have to tell how you live each day, You don't have to say if you work or play, A tried, true barometer serves in the place; however you live, it will show.
There was once a bridge that spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass through freely on both sides of the bridge.
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside as well.
Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark... ONE: Don't miss the boat. TWO: Remember that . . .
Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!
There once was a man who had nothing for his family to eat. He had an old shotgun and three shells. So, he decided that he would go out and kill something for dinner.
There was an elderly lady who would come out every morning on the steps of her front porch, raise her arms to the sky, and shout, "Praise the Lord!" One day an atheist moved into the house next door.
I used to think of God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there, sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I didn't really know Him.