The new president of the
Southern Baptist Convention (SBC)
says he is disturbed that many students
in both public and private schools --
even Christian private schools -- are
leaving the church once they graduate.
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The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale
of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week
from now, a month from now, a year from
now.
A frail old man went to live with his
son, daughter-in-law,and four-year old
grandson. The old man's hands trembled,
his eyesight was blurred, and his step
faltered. The family ate together at the
table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky
hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon
onto the floor. When he grasped the
glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became
irritated with the mess. "We must do
something about father," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk,
noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small
table in the corner.There,Grandfather
ate alone while the rest of the family
enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had
broken a dish or two, his food was
served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's
direction, sometime he had a tear in his
eye as he sat alone. Still, the only
words the couple had for him were sharp
admonitions when he dropped a fork or
spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in
silence.
One evening before
supper, the father noticed his son
playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, "What are
you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy
responded, "Oh, I am making a little
bowl for you and Mama to eat your food
in when I grow up." The four-year-old
smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that
they were speechless. Then tears started
to stream down their cheeks. Though no
word was spoken, both knew what must be
done.
That evening the husband took
Grandfather's hand and gently led him
back to the family table. For the
remainder of his days he ate every meal
with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care
any longer when a fork was dropped, milk
spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that,
no matter what happens, how bad it seems
today, life does go on, and it will be
better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot
about a person by the way he/she
handles three things: a rainy day, lost
luggage, and tangled Christmas tree
lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your
relationship with your parents, you'll
miss them when they're gone from your
life.
I've learned that making
a "living" is not the same thing as
making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives
you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go
through life with a catcher's mitt on
both hands. You need to be able to throw
something back.
I've learned that if you pursue
happiness, it will elude you. But, if
you focus on your family, your friends,
the needs of others, your work and doing
the very best you can, happiness will
find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide
something with an open heart, I usually
make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have
pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every
day, you should reach out and touch
someone.
People love that human
touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or
just a friendly pat on the back.
FROM WND'S
JERUSALEM BUREAU Al Aqsa
official: Jewish temples existedSays proof
passed down over the centuries by mosque
custodians
JERUSALEM – Contradicting most of his
colleagues, a former senior leader of
the Waqf, the Islamic custodians of the
Temple Mount, told WorldNetDaily in an
exclusive interview he has come to
believe the first and second Jewish
Temples existed and stood at the current
location of the Al Aqsa Mosque.
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Titus 1:10 For there are many unruly and
vain talkers and deceivers, especially
they of the circumcision:
Titus
1:11 Whose mouths must be stopped, who
subvert whole houses, teaching things
which they ought not, for filthy lucre's
sake.