Praise the Lord. It is raining torrentially. It reminds me
of the unceasing blessings that the Lord, from whom all blessings flow,
lavishes upon us all the days of our lives. We will gather for our Wednesday
evening study and fellowship this evening at 6 PM. Praise the Lord for the way
He makes us the receivers of His blessings and, at the same time, He makes us
the dispensers of His blessings.
A minister took his daughter with him one night to a small
church where he had been invited to preach. At the entrance of the church
building, they passed a little table with a box on it and a sign which read
"Alms Box." Reaching into his pocket, the preacher took out $10 and dropped it
in. When the service was over, one of the deacons approached. "Preacher," he
said, "we have a custom in this church of paying our evening minister the
contents of the alms box." Whereupon he removed the lid, poured the money into
the preacher’s hand, and you guessed it! There lay one lone $10 bill.
As they made their way to the car, his daughter turned to his father and said, "Hey, dad, I just thought of something. If you'd put more in, you’d have got more out."
There is an ancient Scottish legend - a shepherd boy tending a small flock of sheep on the side of a mountain. One day as he cared for his sheep he saw at his feet a beautiful flower, more beautiful than any he had ever seen in his life. He knelt down upon his knees and scooped the flower in his hands and held it close to his eyes. As he held the flower close to his face, suddenly he heard a noise and looked up. There he saw a great stone mountain opening up right before his eyes. There inside the mountain, he saw a sprinkling of the beautiful gems and precious metals that it contained.
As they made their way to the car, his daughter turned to his father and said, "Hey, dad, I just thought of something. If you'd put more in, you’d have got more out."
There is an ancient Scottish legend - a shepherd boy tending a small flock of sheep on the side of a mountain. One day as he cared for his sheep he saw at his feet a beautiful flower, more beautiful than any he had ever seen in his life. He knelt down upon his knees and scooped the flower in his hands and held it close to his eyes. As he held the flower close to his face, suddenly he heard a noise and looked up. There he saw a great stone mountain opening up right before his eyes. There inside the mountain, he saw a sprinkling of the beautiful gems and precious metals that it contained.
With the flower in his hands, he walked inside. He laid the
flower down, & began to gather all the gold and silver and precious gems he
could in his arms. Finally with all that his arms could carry, he turned and
began to walk out of that great cavern, and suddenly a voice said to him, "Don’t
forget the best."
Thinking that perhaps he had overlooked some choice piece of treasure, he turned around – put down a few of the gems - and picked up other pieces of treasure that caught his eye. Then, with his arms literally overflowing with wealth, he turned to walk back out of the great mountainous vault. Again the voice said, "Don’t forget the best."
Thinking that perhaps he had overlooked some choice piece of treasure, he turned around – put down a few of the gems - and picked up other pieces of treasure that caught his eye. Then, with his arms literally overflowing with wealth, he turned to walk back out of the great mountainous vault. Again the voice said, "Don’t forget the best."
By that time his arms were filled and he walked on outside, and
all of a sudden he heard a great noise. He looked around in time to see the
great stone mountain closing its doors again. A third time he heard the voice,
and this time the voice said, "You forgot the best. For the flower was the key
to the vault of the Mountain."
When Jesus comes into our lives, when we decide to give Him all
of life, He becomes the best gift to us. All the rest is a
bonus.
Blessed be His Name.
In Him,
Brown
Now why would we settle for raindrops, when God
has promised to shower us with blessings?
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