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

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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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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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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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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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