Monday, January 16, 2017

Tell Me A True Story Blog Party - week of 01/16/17



Reading True Stories in Holland
 
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Poor Preach - - Poor Pay 

Some people have strange ways of expressing themselves.  Dr. Kenneth Hagin was one of those.  One of his favorite expressions to demonstrate how some ministers show their ignorance was, “…like a donkey braying in a tin barn at midnight.”  He would also tell us to, “Eat the Hay and spit out the Sticks.”  Yet another, piece of wisdom was, “Poor Preach, Poor Pay.” 

Being new to Tulsa, Oklahoma area, we wanted to find a church home.  Initially, we visited the Sheridan Assemblies of God and liked it very much.  It was the church that Dr. Hagin attended when he was not traveling for his seminars.  

For the most part we made Sheridan our church home, enjoying the fellowship and the ministry there.  Wednesday evenings before the service, potluck dinners were sponsored by the members, and it was a great way to get acquainted with the people. 

We were curious though.  Since we knew that we had lots of time to select a church, our decision was to visit several churches and see how they treated visitors.  We dressed in the school code, which was suit and tie for the men and dresses or skirts and blouses for the ladies.  At most of the churches, the people stared at us as if we were from a strange country.  

Staring is a bit rude, but how do you treat new visitors to your church? 

On another occasion, there was a tiny church that sounded interesting, so we decided to visit.  Small children were playing out front as we approached.  Suddenly as they saw us, they turned and ran inside, loudly shouting,  

“Here comes a preacher.”   

The minister of the church was a lady, who warmly welcomed us.  She approached my husband and asked if he would be willing to preach next Sunday, and he affirmed that it would be his pleasure.  That Sunday, we brought with us some other students and they sang specials, gave testimonies, and my husband preached a wonderful message. 

What happened next was a surprise to all!  The lady minister came to the pulpit and announced that this was the final service for this church and that the church was closing. 

WOW!  We had shut the church down!  We hoped this was not a sign from the Lord! 

The offering was not large, and the lady offered my husband a dollar bill, but he gently refused and told her that it was his gift to be able to preach for her. 

Later when ever we heard Rev. Hagin say those words, “Poor Preach, Poor Pay,” we would be reminded of this little church and smile.
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Monday, January 9, 2017

TELL ME A TRUE STORY BLOG PARTY Week of 01/09/17


Dad Reads a True Story to his Son
 
 
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CARROT CAKE
 
The year was 1949, and being newly engaged to Robert, my intended was anxious for me to meet his Uncle Andrew, Aunt Virginia and their four children.  He took me out to their ranch in the country for this informal occasion. 

When Robert found it necessary to leave home in his teen years, he had spent several years at their ranch, helping with the farm and with the animals for his keep. 

Virginia was an excellent hostess and she served us her favorite Carrot Cake, and I must declare here that it was the most delicious cake I had ever had the pleasure to devour!! 

Of course I asked her for the recipe and she willingly shared it with me.  It must be a vintage recipe, for I have never found another recipe to compare it to. 

Here I share it with you.  It is a keeper for certain !! 

CARROT CAKE

Simmer for 5 minutes.  Cover and let rest for 12 hours

1 1/3 cups sugar                                  2 large carrots grated

1 1/3 cups water                                  1 tsp cinnamon

1 T butter                                            1 tsp nutmeg (optional) 

After 12 hours mix together and add to the above.

2 1/2  cups sifted flour
1 tsp soda
1 tsp baking powder                          
½ tsp salt
1 cup chopped nuts
 

Mix well.  Bake in a tube pan, or in 2 oiled loaf pans at 275 degrees for 2 hours.
Cool and enjoy.  We choose not to frost, but if desired you may frost your cake with . . .

CREAM CHEESE FROSTING:

1 lb. confectioners' sugar, sifted
1/4 lb. butter, softened
1 8-oz. pkg. cream cheese, softened
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 cup chopped pecans
 

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Monday, January 2, 2017

Tell Me a True Story - Week of 01/02/17


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Look at me!  I need to be recognized!! 

It is a mystery to me, but as was the usual case, when our children were small, and the telephone rang, it seemed to always be a signal for my children to act up.   

Thus ensued the resulting arguments, and word fights, (they were not allowed the hitting kind of fights.)
 
Most of the time, the telephone conversation was cut short in-order to bring peace back into our household. 

Were my children making a demand for attention?  Was it something that happens in other households?   I never actually discovered the answer but could only surmise. 

“Look at me, Look at me,” called our young children when they accomplished a task or an achievement that was significant in their immature life.  To ignore them was unthinkable and they needed this reassurance that they were doing well and learning at best. 

Today our children are no longer under our roof, and most of them including our grandchildren have their own smart phones with their own agenda.  They are busy with their multi-tasking work, school and play. 

Back to our house hold today, it does not take the telephone to ring.  We have two dogs who equally demand attention.  If one gets scratched behind the ears and spoken to, quickly rushes the other one pushing their way to get in between and to be number one. 

There seems to be a driven force within mankind and even animals to be recognized.  To be seen, appreciated, understand and accepted. 

I am reminded where Jesus instructed us about our good works, that they are to be done in secret and not competing for recognition.  
 
Jesus must have been referring to the mature believer. Because there are times when it is necessary and important to give honor where honor is due.
 
It is not only new believers who need encouragement that they are doing a good work as they serve the Lord, but workers in your church, including your Pastor.  A word spoken in earnest kindness does lift the spirits.   

Good words spoken are like jewels gifted.  Have you given any good words lately?

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Monday, December 26, 2016

Tell Me a True Story - Week of 12/26/16


Reading a True Story to Sister
 
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Can You Tell me Who ??
 
 
Can You Tell Me Who? - - -  (My True Story)

As a young mother, I was surprised when my telephone rang and a radio station identified themselves as a quiz program; explained what the call was about, asked my name and requested for me to hold for a moment.   

The Master of Ceremonies was chipper as he came on and told me that there was a nice prize available if I could correctly answer the question - - he paused then asked. 

Who was Abraham Lincoln’s Secretary of War? 
 
History was something I studied for the test, and then promptly forgot about it.  Had I been a current school girl with studies about the Government, I probably would have remembered the name, but instead I mumbled, I am sorry but I don’t know the answer.  

The MC acknowledged his sorrow, but said that as an alternative for the nice prize, the advertiser was sending me some free samples of their product in the mail.   

If only I had thought to give my maiden name, I would have won the grand prize.  The answer was Edwin Stanton.  That name Stanton had actually crossed my mind, but I considered it not a good answer, brushed it off and lost by not paying attention to recall and the inward voice of the Holy Spirit. 

Often a hunch will give good direction when you listen to it.  Actually I prefer not to call it a hunch or a premonition, but I believe God speaks to us in that still small voice giving insight when we will stop and tune in. 

Actually the prize I might have won was not that great!   
 
Can you remember being disappointed at the prize in the Cracker Jack box? 
 

Paul reminded us to strive for the grand prize of heaven which will be presented to all who finish their race.  We will NOT be disappointed with our reward.
 

2 Timothy 4:8  Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.
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Monday, December 19, 2016

TELL ME A TRUE STORY BLOG PARTY Week of 12/19/16


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My True Story  - -  Growing up in the Big City
 


 
Most of my childhood was in the big city of Oakland, California, but the city was divided into smaller districts.  Each district had their own "coffee shop" with the regulars, a bank, a post office, a movie house, a drug store, a couple of named grocery stores, a bakery, a chiropractor, and some business shops such as an insurance agent, and a shoe repair shop.   

These districts existed like a small town and were an island to many.  Every thing near our home was within walking distance including two Mom and Pop small stores close by.   At the coffee shop we could order a fountain coke and ask for vanilla or other flavors.  Our fast food restaurant was a Casper’s Hot Dog place.   A public library was also near by. 

We also had a cow boy of sorts.  He was a young man who always wore a cowboy hat while he rode his bicycle.  I think he was what you might call a bit "slow."  Not retarded, just a bit slow.  Each neighbor hood had their characters too, and our cow boy was one of them. 

Our city had an excellent bus system with a transfer method that allowed you to change to another bus without paying extra.   

There is safety in numbers and as children we did all our bus riding with my brother my sister and usually a couple of other friends. 

We learned to navigate through our metropolis to down town shopping, to Lake Merritt to the museum, to go ice skating, or go to the Hayward plunge swimming pool.  The ride to the pool required an extra fare when we reached a point where different cities met. 

The streets were laid out in neat blocks, and at times we just took long walks.  Mother would go with us when we hiked to Mill’s College, and to the hills behind it.   

Our earthly city was a wonderful place to grow up, and to later find work there.  A place to attend church, meet friends, to eventually marry and raise our own family within its borders.  

I was thinking about the lay out of heaven today, and remembering that the Bible tells us that the streets are of purest gold, and as you look through the gold you can see the foundation which is made of precious jewels.  The gates are made of pearls, and there is a tree of life that all those in heaven may partake of. 

The plain truth is that no city on earth regardless of its beauty or charm can compare with the magnificence of heaven.  

I do hope you have made your reservation early, so that Heaven will be your final home.   

You do understand that the decision must be made while here on earth, because if you wait too long, it will be too late.
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Monday, December 12, 2016

TELL ME A TRUE STORY BLOG PARTY Week of 12/12/16


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My True Story About the Burnt Beans  

One Sunday at my church I shared the story about me burning the beans, and how sweet my husband was to me because last time it was he who burned the beans. 

I was also thinking about how Jesus told stories.  He spoke often in parables.  His disciples would sometimes ask him to speak more plainly. 

He did speak plainly at times and they usually did not understand plain talk either. 

Jesus sometimes would tell a story and say it is likened unto - - - and the people usually could relate. 

Other times Jesus would just tell them to "GO FIGURE."  To think about it and figure out what he meant.

The bean story is about not judging when you may be guilty of the same or similar things.  It is also about holding your words and not speaking too quickly.  It is also about releasing a loved one to fail at times and love them anyway.  Just in the same way God loves YOU. 

So in case you are wondering about some of my stories - - -   Go Figure !!
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Monday, December 5, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - week of 12/05/16


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Roofing the Office Supply
(A True Story from my Book "Rescue the Stories Book Two)
 

Neatly stacked in the corner of our kitchen sit our extra chairs waiting until they were needed again for company. 

My thoughts went back to when we obtained these chairs and also twenty nice metal folding chairs.

Years ago we were contacted by an Office Supply company requesting that we make a deal with them. 

They offered chairs, folding tables and enough office supplies in exchange for a new roof. 

Robert told them he would consider it and get back to them.  We talked it over and then contacted our Pastor.  
 

Our church was using some old fashioned double wooden folding chairs in our fellowship hall and in the Sunday School rooms, so new single metal folding chairs and new folding tables would be wonderful.   

We offered to make a donation to the church of a certain number of chairs and tables to fill their need and the over flow of twenty chairs and the stacking chairs would be ours to keep. 

We contacted the Office Supply and agreed to accept their offer.  The exchange was a good one. 

During the years we have used our single folding chairs in the yard for a barbecue, loaned them to a new church just starting up and also our neighbor has benefited when he has a large gathering over to his place. 

The stacking chairs are kept in our kitchen and are so comfortable and handy when needed. 

The Church old wooden chairs were taken to the dump, but had we known about E-bay or Craig’s List they could have been sold as antiques for big bucks.   

Sometimes what you don’t know can cost you plenty.   

It is sad to realize that many children and adults today do not know the real meaning of Christmas and the story of Jesus birth, his life, death and resurrection.  It only takes a few years when the Bible and Jesus are erased from our schools to create a generation of uninformed persons about Jesus and the salvation He offers to all who will receive.

I am happy for Child Evangelism, Release time Christian Education and the Good News clubs that are making a mark in the lives of many children.  Often their parents are reached also. 

I have some friends who do church in the Park when the weather is good.  They play music and sing to attract a crowd. 
 

We must use any means we can to reach the lost, or it will cost them and us dearly.
 

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