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Just because you’re getting older doesn’t mean you’re getting better. People get set in their ways and become inflexible.Too often, bitterness seems to go along with growing old. Such people aren’t enjoyable to be around.

The fellow said to the older lady, as they met in the grocery store, “It’s sure a nice day, isn’t it?” Her quick reply was, “Yes. But it’s probably raining somewhere!”

You get the point, right? Be the kind of a person others like to be around!

 

Pastor Bill

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Christ is our pattern for loving; unconditionally and forgiving.

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Learn to trust God today, and you can face the world tomorrow!

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Whatever comes out of your mouth will mark whether or not you’re a Christian. A “slip” now and then, followed by a request for forgiveness, is one thing. A regular pattern of speech is something else.

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Twelve words that will save a marriage:

“I was wrong.”

“I am sorry.”

“Please forgive me.”

“I love you.”

Pastor Bill

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NO PAIN, NO GAIN

I don’t recall that we spent more than a few minutes at the sawmill before we headed back to town. It was a beautiful day and I was really enjoying the ride that my brother was giving me on the Whizzer. But I was beginning to have a problem. You may recall that Stan had me sitting atop the gas tank on the Whizzer, which seemed like a fine idea to me. I mean, there was only one seat on this machine and it held only the driver. It was not built to haul passengers. None. But a small guy like me could perch atop the gas tanks and Stan’s big, long arms were on each side of me as he held onto the handle grips. I hung tightly to the same handlebars, but in the middle where they crossed in front of the gas tank.

But, like I mentioned, I was beginning to realize I had a problem. You see, the filler cap for the gas tank was like on most motorcycles. It was at the top of the tank, near the front. My perch was just behind that gas cap. I had begun to realize, even before we had arrived at the sawmill, that something was amiss. The gas cap was leaking. Not a lot, but it was leaking. The gasoline that steadily seeped out from beneath the cap was draining backwards—towards me! And my pants were soon soaked with gas.

Now I suspect that having gasoline soak into my britches was bad enough, but you must remember that there was a good deal of bounce to this ride. We were on dirt and gravel roads with ruts, potholes and the like. It was nothing close to a paved and smooth roadway. So I was bouncing around and up and down—a lot! That caused my gasoline soaked pants to begin rubbing away at my hide, in a most uncomfortable location on my body!

I don’t remember that it took all that long to get back to town, but by the time we arrived I was ready to get off that infernal machine, let me tell you! Raw hide, being worn away at by gasoline soaked pants, brings with it a good measure of pain I soon learned. When Stan pulled up in front of our place and lifted me off the tank and set me on the ground, I was one hurting young man. The details of the minutes that followed are pretty hazy, but I remember my mother had to clean me up and do some serious medicating on me! I was more than just a little uncomfortable from it all! And as I recall, my mother placed all the blame for my misfortune on Stan, would you believe!

Now, there are times when a young boy might enjoy watching one of their siblings getting in hot water with their mother, but Stan wasn’t really at fault in all of this. He was just trying to be my buddy and give me a dandy ride! He did, and I am not sure my mother really appreciated that, and she was not quick to let him forget it. Oh, well. Mother’s don’t always understand such things, I guess. I had enjoyed a real adventure, even though it brought some pain with it that lasted for several days. But, like my wife says, "No pain, no gain!"

This past weekend I was sharing a story with a group who are residents in a local home for military veterans. I shared with them a verse from Proverbs 18:23, that says: There are “friends” who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother.

As a young boy, I may have experienced some “pain” as a result of the ride on the Whizzer, but what has remained burned into my memory for all these years was that my big brother had given me a ride that was a real adventure. I loved it! And my brother held a new place of respect in my eyes from then on. If a real friend sticks closer than a brother, then a brother must be a pretty good thing for a young boy to have around. I’m glad I have such memories.

I am also struck with the reality, as I look at the verse from Proverbs, that everyone of us can know the joy and the pleasure of having a “real friend,” Jesus, who will walk this journey of life with us and will simply be the best friend—ever!

Prayer: Father, thank You for blessing many of us with a big brother, or big sister, and sometimes both. Thank you for our families and the privilege that so many of us have enjoyed of growing up with siblings around us. Thank you for their positive influence in so many of our lives. But, most of all, thank You for being our constant friend and companion! In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen.

Pastor Bill

 

 

Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright 1996, 2004. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Wheaton, Illinois 60189. All rights reserved.

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Obedience is a “must,” as we journey through this life with God. It is not a “maybe,” or “if it seems best.” It is absolutely necessary.

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