Quotes & Short Stories
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The man whose religion costs him nothing pays for all he gets.
The Laodicean’s Lament
My hope is built on nothing less,
Than my dear Church, and it’s success!
No Matter what my Church may do,
It cannot fall—its going through!
My hope is built on nothing more,
For me its heaven’s open door.
So I rejoice—let others wail;
It’s going through—it cannot fail!
I do not need to watch and wait;
To me it stands as heaven’s gate;
So I’ll support her, come what may—
She’ll see me through on that glad day!
O Could it be—and to my shame—
God’s church and mine are not the same?
God’s church fulfill His sacred plan;
My Church reveals the stamp of man!
My Church slept on—that day at last
Did come, and so the harvest passed.
I stuck with her at any cost—
God’s church went through, but left me lost!
True Self Help Program!
I have read of a man who, journeying on a winter’s day through the deep, drifted snow, became benumbed by the cold, which was almost imperceptibly stealing away his vital powers. And as he was nearly chilled to death by the embrace of the frost king, and about to give up the struggle for life, he heard the moans of a brother traveler, who was perishing with cold, as he was about to perish. His sympathy was aroused, and he determined to rescue him. He chafed the ice-clad limbs of the unfortunate man, and after considerable effort, raised him to his feet; and as he could not stand, he bore him in sympathizing arms through the very drifts he had thought he could never succeed in getting through alone. And when he had borne his fellow-traveler to a place of safety, the truth flashed home to him that in saving his neighbor he had saved himself also. His earnest efforts to save another quickened the blood which was freezing in his own veins, and created a healthful warmth in the extremities of his body.
These lessons must be urged upon young believers continually, not only by precept, but by example, that in their Christian experience they may realize similar results. Let the desponding ones, those disposed to think the way to life is very trying and difficult, go to work and seek to help others. In such efforts, mingled with prayer for divine light, their own hearts will throb with the quickening influence of the grace of God; their own affections will glow with more divine fervor, and their whole Christian life will be more of a reality, more earnest, more prayerful. 1892 Gospel Workers p. 46
Twas a Sheep — Not a Lamb
In the parable Jesus told:
A grown-up sheep that had gone astray
From the ninety and nine in the fold.
Out in the meadows, out in the cold,
‘Twas a sheep the Good Shepherd brought.
Why, for the sheep, should we earnestly long
And so earnestly hope and pray,
Because there is danger, if they go wrong,
They will lead the young lambs astray.
Wherever the sheep may stray:
If the sheep go wrong, it will not be long
Till the lambs are as wrong as they.
So, with the sheep, we earnestly plead
For the safety of the lambs, If the lambs are lost,
what a terrible cost Some sheep may have to pay.
It’s a grand thing to preach the Gospel, but a grander thing to live it.
Popery is the perversion of Church authority into mental tyranny.
The Doctor’s Story
“Wife is a- going to die,” said he.
“Doctors great and doctors small
Haven’t improved her any at all.
Physics and blisters, powder and pills,
And nothing sure but the doctors’ bills!
Twenty women, with remedies new,
Bother my wife the whole day through.
Sweet as honey, or bitter as gall,
Poor old woman, she takes ‘ em all;
Sour or sweet, whatever they choose,
Poor old woman, she daren’t refuse.
So she pleases whoever may call,
And death is suited the best of all.
Physic and blister, powder and pill—
Bound to conquer, and sure to kill!”
Mrs. Rogers lay in her bed,
Bandaged and blistered from foot to head.
Blistered and bandaged from head to toe,
Mrs. Rogers was very low.
Bottle and saucer, spoon and cup,
On the table stood bravely up,
Physics of high and low degree;
Calomel, catnip, boneset tea,—-
Everything a body could bear,
I opened the blinds; the day was bright,
And God gave Mrs. Rogers some light.
I opened the windows! the day was fair,
And God gave Mrs. Rogers some air.
Bottles and blisters, powders and pills,
Catnip, boneset, sirups and squills,
Drugs and medicines, high and low,
I threw them as far as I could throw.
“What are you doing?” my patient cried;
“Frightening Death,” I coolly replied.
Deacon Rogers, he came to me;
“Wife is a- gettin’ her health,” said he.
“I really think she will worry through;
She scolds me just as she used to do.
All the people have poohed and slurred—
All the neighbors have had their word;
‘Twere better to perish,’ some of ’em say,
‘Than be cured in such an irregular way.’”
“Your wife,” said I, ” had God’s good care,
And His remedies— light and water and air.
All of the doctors, beyond a doubt,
Couldn’t have cured Mrs. Rogers without.”
The deacon smiled, and bowed his head;
“Then your bill is nothing,” he said.
— Will Carleton.
Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
Are You Ready?
O MY brethren, are you ready for the coming of the Lord ?
Are you ready for the Master, with his swift-descending sword ?
Are you ready now, this moment, if the King of kings should come
From his Father’s home in glory ? Would the, victory be won ?
Do you see the great precursors, as they circle all the earth,
Solemn signs and omens promised to precede a second birth ?
Do you hear the trumpet sounding now so loud, so clear, and strong’,
“Leave the world and false professors; only to the Lord belong” ?
Nations wane, though proud and haughty, for their kings have had their day;
Soon the Master comes in glory, and like chaff they pass away;
They have lived in great rebellion, they have fought no fight of faith;
Now like felons from his presence they are banished in disgrace.
Loud the trumpet call is sounding, “Now prepare the King to meet; “
For he’ll sift the hearts of mortals, as the sifter sifts his wheat;
He will gather all his jewels, all that shine with heavenly light,
And will take them to his mansions, clad, in linen pure and white.
Do you hear the groan of nations and the mighty cry of war ?
Do you hear the sound of earthquakes with their deep, sepulchral roar ?
Do you hear the floods that bury fruitful field and busy town,
And the roar of unchained cyclones, as they sweep their victims down ?
Do you hear the evil servant say His coming is delayed ?
Do you see the proud and haughty who in balance will be weighed ?
Do you hear the last-day scoffers loudly scoffing in their pride ?
Do yon hear unholy mockers, Jesus’ coming loud deride ?
Do you see the weary traveler pressing forward to his rest,
As he walks a way-worn pilgrim in his heavenly garments dressed ?
Do yon hear the dirge-like music of the holy angel band ?
Do yon hear the welcome greetings of that fair, immortal land ?
Evil men and base seducers now are waxing worse and worse,
And we know it will continue till God’s judgments on them burst,
Like as in the days of Noah, when the Lord so long did wait,
When their cup was full of evil, and repentance came too late.
Yes, the latter rain is coming, now its drops begin to fall;
Now remove from feet the sandals, now be holy, one and all.
May the heavens grow brighter o’er us, as we near our happy home;
May we shine as stars forever, in that bright, immortal dome.
Zion’s King all clad with glory, soon will come to save his own;
He will take them to his mansion — to a rich and heavenly home,
Where the pearly gates will open, and the holy enter in,
“Where the tree of life is blooming’ where there is no taint of sin.
Gird up, then, your loins, my brethren; let your lights be burning bright;
For your King comes clad in glory, with all power and heavenly might.
You may clasp the hands of others who have gone long years before,
You may live with them forever on that bright, immortal shore.
Truth is what God says about a thing.
The Church and the World… Deceived
The Church and the world once walked apart
On the changing shores of time.
For according to God’s Holy Bible,
The Church and the world don’t rhyme.
How can two walk together,
Unless they be agreed?
How can a Christian love the world,—
Unless he be DECEIVED?
The Bible says love not the world,
Neither the things therein.
Altho’ some try to walk with God,
While they still live in sin.
Unequally yoked they walk on,
Hand in Hand agreed,
The Church and the world, the best of friends,
DECEIVING and being DECEIVED.
Many are called, but few are chosen
To walk Salvation’s Trail
Tho’ multitudes have filled the pews,
They’re just dressed up for Hell!
They tickle their ears and scratch their backs,
Before they have believe.
And add them to the Church of God.
How sad, so many DECEIVED!
They build their empires to the sky
To show the works of man.
They brag and hammer with the world,
Tho’ they build on sinking sand.
Their vast domains will tumble down,
Tho’ now they can’t conceive
That eternity will soon reveal
That the so—called church was DECEIVED!
There are many religions, but only one Christ.
It is human to stand with the crowd; it is divine to stand alone.
It is man-like to follow the people,to drift with the tide; it is God-like to follow a principle, to stem the tide.
It is natural to compromise conscience and follow the social and religious fashions for the sake of gain or pleasure; it is divine to sacrifice both on the altar of truth and duty.
“No man stood with me, but all men forsook me,” wrote the battle-scarred Apostle in describing his first appearance before Nero to answer for his life for believing and teaching contrary to the accepted views of the Roman world.
Noah Built the voyaged Alone. His neighbors laughed at his strangeness
and perished in style.
Abraham wandered and worshiped alone. The Sodomites smiled at the simple shepherd, followed the fashion, and fed the flames.
Daniel dined and prayed alone. Elijah sacrificed and witnessed alone. Jeremiah prophesied and wept alone. Jesus lived and died alone. And of the lonely way His disciples should walk, He said: “Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.”
Of their treatment by the many who walk in the broad way, He said: “If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hatter you.”
Wanted today, men and women, young and old, who will obey their convictions (not preference) of truth and duty at the cost of fortune and friends and life itself. Dare to stand alone!
When you can’t see in any other direction, look up.
Just A Minute
I have only just a minute-
Only sixty seconds in it,
Forced upon me – Can’t refuse it.
Didn’t seek it – didn’t choose it.
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute –
But eternity is in it!
The sincerity of a person does not make false doctrine right just because he believes it.
One reason why people backslide is
because there are so many of the Lord’s sheep that have been raised on goat’s milk.
“It is nothing with thee to help, whether with many of with them that have no power help us O Lord our god; for we rest on thee, and in thy Name we go against this multitude, O Lord, Thou art our God; let not man prevail against Thee.” 2Chronicles 14:11
Pray as if everything depended upon God and work as if everything depended upon man.
A Roman Miracle!
A pretty maid, a Protestant, was to a Catholic wed;
To love all Bible truths and tales, quite early she’d been bred,
It sorely grieved her husband’s heart that she would not comply,
And join the Mother Church of Rome and heretics deny.
So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good
Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood.
The Mass, the host, the miracles, were made but to deceive;
And transubstantiation, too, she’d never dare believe.
He went to see his clergyman and told him his sad tale.
“My wife is an unbeliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail;
For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion,
To really work a miracle may lead her to conversion.”
The priest went with the gentleman — he thought to gain a prize.
He said “I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes.”
So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried,
“The priest has come to dine with us!” “He’s welcome” she replied.
And when, at last, the meal was o’er, the priest at once began,
To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man:
The greatness of our Saviour’s love, which Christians can’t deny.
To give Himself a sacrifice and for our sins to die.
“I will return tomorrow, lass, prepare some bread and wine;
The sacramental miracle will stop your soul’s decline.”
“I’ll bake the bread, ” the lady said. “You may” he did reply.
“And when you’ve seen this miracle, convinced you’ll be, say I.”
The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless.
The lady asked, “Sir, is it changed?” The priest answered, “Yes”.
It’s changed from common bread and wine to truly flesh and blood;
Begorra, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!”
So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare.
The lady said unto the priest, “I warn you to take care”,
For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter,
But since you have its nature changed, it cannot really matter.”
The priest was struck real dumb — he looked as pale as death.
The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath.
“Bring me my horse!” the priest cried. “This is a cursed home!”
The lady replied, “Begone: t’is you who shares the curse of Rome.”
The husband, too, he sat surprised, and not a word did say.
At length he spoke, “My dear, ” said he, “the priest has run away;
To gulp such mummery and tripe, I’m not for sure, quite able;
I’ll go with you and we’ll renounce this Roman Catholic fable.”
Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
THE worst anarchist is the man who, under the
forms of civil law, overrides the principles of justice.
The Sentinel of Liberty Aug. 16, 1900
THE voice of the people is not the voice of God,
therefore a government of the people cannot be a
government of God.
The Sentinel of Liberty Aug. 16, 1900
TRUTH can protect itself against error without
the aid of civil government. Hence a religion ask-
ing for state aid thereby acknowledges itself to be
false and spurious.
The Sentinel of Liberty Sept. 13, 1900
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
Something to Ponder
Apostate Protestantism Definition: “The Truth is where the Church is.”
True Protestant Definition: “The Church is where the Truth is.”
The Question that Changed My Life
A number of years ago, I had the privilege of teaching at a school of ministry. My students were hungry for God, and I was constantly searching for ways to challenge them to fall more in love with Jesus and to become voices for revival in the Church. I came across a quote attributed most often to Rev. Sam Pascoe. It is a short version of the history of Christianity, and it goes like this:
Christianity started in Palestine as a fellowship; it moved to Greece and became a philosophy; it moved to Italy and became an institution; it moved to Europe and became a culture; it came to America and became an enterprise.
Some of the students were only 18 or 19 years old–barely out of diapers–and I wanted them to understand and appreciate the import of the last line, so I clarified it by adding, “An enterprise. That’s a business.” After a few moments Martha, the youngest student in the class, raised her hand. I could not imagine what her question might be. I thought the little vignette was self-explanatory, and that I had performed it brilliantly. Nevertheless, I acknowledged Martha’s raised hand, “Yes, Martha.” She asked such a simple question, “A business? But isn’t it supposed to be a body?” I could not envision where this line of questioning was going, and the only response I could think of was, “Yes.” She continued, “But when a body becomes a business, isn’t that a prostitute?”
The room went dead silent. For several seconds no one moved or spoke. We were stunned, afraid to make a sound because the presence of God had flooded into the room, and we knew we were on holy ground. All I could think in those sacred moments was, “Wow, I wish I’d thought of that.” I didn’t dare express that thought aloud. God had taken over the class.
Martha’s question changed my life. For six months, I thought about her question at least once every day. “When a body becomes a business, isn’t that a prostitute?” There is only one answer to her question. The answer is “Yes.” The American Church, tragically, is heavily populated by people who do not love God. How can we love Him? We don’t even know Him; and I mean really know Him.
… I stand by my statement that most American Christians do not know God–much less love Him. The root of this condition originates in how we came to God. Most of us came to Him because of what we were told He would do for us. We were promised that He would bless us in life and take us to heaven after death. We married Him for His money, and we don’t care if He lives or dies as long as we can get His stuff. We have made the Kingdom of God into a business, merchandising His anointing. This should not be. We are commanded to love God, and are called to be the Bride of Christ–that’s pretty intimate stuff. We are supposed to be His lovers. How can we love someone we don’t even know? And even if we do know someone, is that a guarantee that we truly love them? Are we lovers or prostitutes?
I was pondering Martha’s question again one day, and considered the question, “What’s the difference between a lover and a prostitute?” I realized that both do many of the same things, but a lover does what she does because she loves. A prostitute pretends to love, but only as long as you pay. Then I asked the question, “What would happen if God stopped paying me?”
For the next several months, I allowed God to search me to uncover my motives for loving and serving Him. Was I really a true lover of God? What would happen if He stopped blessing me? What if He never did another thing for me? Would I still love Him? Please understand, I believe in the promises and blessings of God. The issue here is not whether God blesses His children; the issue is the condition of my heart. Why do I serve Him? Are His blessings in my life the gifts of a loving Father, or are they a wage that I have earned or a bribe/payment to love Him? Do I love God without any conditions? It took several months to work through these questions. Even now I wonder if my desire to love God is always matched by my attitude and behavior. I still catch myself being disappointed with God and angry that He has not met some perceived need in my life. I suspect this is something which is never fully resolved, but I want more than anything else to be a true lover of God.
So what is it going to be? Which are we, lover or prostitute? There are no prostitutes in heaven, or in the Kingdom of God for that matter, but there are plenty of former prostitutes in both places. Take it from a recovering prostitute when I say there is no substitute for unconditional, intimate relationship with God. And I mean there is no palatable substitute available to us (take another look at Matthew 7:21-23 sometime). We must choose.
THOUGHTS BECOME DESTINY
Watch your thoughts for they become your words,
Choose your words for they become your actions,
Understand your actions for they become your habits,
Study your habits for they will become your character,
Develop your character for it will become your DESTINY
“Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;” 2Cor. 10:5
I won’t take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.