Sin comes to us, taps us on the shoulder or tugs at our shirttail and whispers in our ear: “You deserve better than what God has provided. He’s holding out on you. You deserve to feel good about yourself. I’ll affirm you in a way no one else can. Why live in misery any longer? Come to me. I’ll give you a sense of power you’ve never known before. I’ll expand your influence. I’ll fill your heart with a sense of accomplishment. I’ll nourish your soul. You’ve never had a physical rush like the one I’ve got in store for you. Obeying God is boring. It’s a pain. He’s always telling you to do stuff that’s difficult and burdensome and inconvenient or ordering you to forsake the few things that really bring you happiness. Come on. You’ve only got one life. Obedience is ugly. My way is fun. My way feels good.”
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#1 · March 31, 2006, 7:03 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"Church Upon a Hill"
 
His old and shabby clothing
Revealed a strong determined will
With shaky legs and tattered Bible
He’d go to the church upon the hill.
 
T’was just a crooked little building
In a state of needed repair
But, it didn’t really matter much
Come Sunday, he’d be there.
 
Taking his place at the broken down pulpit
He preached about heaven and hell
Thumbing through the yellowing pages
Of the book he knew so well.
 
Looking over the empty wooden pews
Each Sunday would bring more pain
He’d pray for a congregation
But, nobody ever came.
 
He knew his days were numbered
One day he felt gravely ill
But, he took his Bible with faltering steps
To the church upon the hill.
 
Perhaps, just this one Sunday
They would come to hear him speak
But, with tear filled eyes, he realized
With them he’d never meet.
 
He preached a wonderful sermon
To a room so empty and still
Then, he died there at the altar
In the church upon the hill.
 
A simple funeral was provided
Yet, nobody even came
To pay regards or last respects
To the preacher with no name.
 
***epilogue***
 
But, little did the people know
The end of time was near
When Jesus came on judgment day
They ran around in fear.
 
“Oh Jesus, you must save us
Our hearts have been sincere”
But, Jesus turned away from them
Their cries, he did not hear.
 
He knew their tongues were full of lies
Their souls, he could not heal
For, he was the man who preached and died
In the church upon the hill.
 
Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson
 
 
"In The Valley I Grow"
 
 
Sometimes life seems hard to bear
Full of sorrow, trouble, and woe,
It's then I have to remember
that it's in the valleys I grow.
 
If I always stayed on the mountain top
..and never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.
 
I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.
 
I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through
 
My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.
 
Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow
 
Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.
 
Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow.
Jane Eggleston
 
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
 
 
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