Religious stories
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December 10, 2006 at 4:02 pm
The Lord spoke to Noah and said,
“In six months I am going to make it rain until the whole world is covered with water
and all the evil things are destroyed. But, I want to save a few good people and two of every living thing on the planet. I am ordering you to build an ark.” And, in a flash of lightning, he delivered the specifications for the ark.
“OK,” Noah said, trembling with fear and fumbling with the blueprints, “I’m your man.”
Six months passed, the sky began to cloud up,and the rain began to fall in torrents.
The Lord looked down and saw Noah sitting in his yard, weeping, and there was no ark.
“Noah!” shouted the Lord, “Where is My ark?”
A lightning bolt crashed into the ground right beside Noah.
“Lord, please forgive me!” begged Noah. “I did my best, but there were some big problems. First, I had to get a building permit for the ark’s construction, but Your plans did not meet their code. So, I had to hire an engineer to redo the plans, only to get into a long argument with him about whether to include a sprinkler system.
“My neighbors objected, claiming that I was violating zoning ordinances by building the ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning board.
Then, I had a big problem getting enough wood for the ark, because there was a ban on cutting trees to save the spotted owl.I tried to convince the environmentalists and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service that I needed the wood to save the owls, but they wouldn’t let me catch them, so no owls.
“Next, I started gathering up the animals but got sued by an animal rights group that objected to me taking along only two of each kind.”Just when the suit got dismissed,
the EPA notified me that I couldn’t complete the ark without filling out an environmental impact statement on Your proposed flood. They didn’t take kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the Supreme Being.
Then, the Corps of Engineers wanted a map of the proposed flood plan. I sent them a globe! “Right now, I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commission over how many minorities I’m supposed to hire.
The IRS has seized all my assets claiming that I am trying to leave the country, and I just got a notice from the state that I owe some kind of use tax.
Really, I don’t think I can finish the ark in less than five years.”
With that, the sky cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow arched across the sky. Noah looked up and smiled.
“You mean you are not going to destroy the world?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” said the Lord. “The government already has.” -
December 10, 2006 at 4:04 pm
Heaven vs. Hell
One day, while walking down the street, a highly successful Human Resources Director was hit by a bus and she died. Her soul was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.
“Welcome to Heaven”, said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in, it seems we have a problem. You see, we’ve never had a Human Resources Director make it this far, and we’re not really sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in” said the woman.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have higher orders. What we are going to do is let you have a day in hell and a day in Heaven, and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in.”
“Actually, I think I’ve made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven,” said the woman.
“Sorry, we have rules… ” And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down to hell.
The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all friends – fellow executives that she had worked with and they were all cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf, and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kinda cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got in the elevator.
The elevator opened at the Pearly Gates and she found St. Peter waiting for her. She spent the next 24 hours lounging around on the clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had a great time and, before she knew it, her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.“So you have spent a day in hell, and a day in Heaven. Now choose your eternity” he said.
The woman replied: “Well I never thought I would say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in hell.”
So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went back to hell. When the doors opened, she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
“I don’t understand,” stammered the woman,”yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club, and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is are wastelands and garbage, and all my friends look miserable.”
The Devil looked at her and smiled. “Yesterday we were recruiting you…Today you’re staff.”
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December 10, 2006 at 4:10 pm
THIS ONE IS FABULOUS!!! It was written by an 8 year old, Danny Dutton of Chula Vista, CA,for his third grade homework assignment. The assignment was to explain God. I just wonder if any of us could do as well???
EXPLANATION OF GOD
“One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn’t have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.”
“God’s second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off.”
“God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn’t go wasting His time by going over your Mom and Dad’s head asking for something they said you couldn’t have.”
“Atheists are people who don’t believe in God. I don’t think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren’t any who come to our church.”
“Jesus is God’s Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing
miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like His Father and He told His Father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.”“His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn’t have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.”
“You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.”
“You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there’s anybody you want to make happy, it’s God. Don’t skip church or do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn’t come out at the beach until noon anyway.”
“If you don’t believe in God, besides being an atheist,you will be very lonely, because your parents can’t go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He’s around you when you’re scared in the dark or when you can’t swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.”
“But…you shouldn’t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.
And…that’s why I believe in God.”
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December 10, 2006 at 7:20 pm
Very cute, Ninus. They gave me the giggles.
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January 17, 2007 at 1:35 am
so thomas is watching the weather channel, and floods are predicted in his town. he starts praying that god help him. a few hours later, he hears a knock on the door and his neighbor in a 4-wheel drive says to him that the waters are rising and offers thomas a ride to higher ground. thomas says, no thanks, but “god will take care of me.”
a few hours later, the sheriff rows by, tells thomas, who’s now on his 2nd story porch, they’re evacuating everyone and to hop in the boat to be taken to safety. thomas turns him down, saying that god will take care of him.
at the end of the day, the waters have risen significantly, and thomas is on his roof, praying. soon thereafter, a national guard helicopter hovers over and they offer him a ride to safety, but thomas also turns them down, saying that god will take care of him.
finally, thomas drowns and when he’s at the pearly gates, he asks god, why have you forsaken me, why have you not saved me when i was in need???
god’s answer – …
you fool, what more do you want – i sent a 4 wheel drive, then a boat, and finally a helicopter, and you still did not accept my help!!!(there’s probably a much better version than my paraphrasing above, but first i heard it, i chuckled, but it also made me think a bit),
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January 17, 2007 at 8:35 am
Dart Test…
A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a
seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr.
Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they
were in for a fun day.On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many
darts.Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they
disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow
them to throw darts at the person’s picture.Sally’s friend drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend.
Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a
picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into
her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with
the overall effect she had achieved.The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students
threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping
apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with
disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the
students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how
angry she was because she didn’t have a chance to throw any darts
at her target. Dr. Smithbegan removing the target from the wall.Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the
room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes
and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.Dr. Smith said only these words… “In as much as ye have done it
unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.”
Matthew 25:40.No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the
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February 4, 2007 at 9:33 pm
Come with me to a third grade classroom…. There is a nine-year-old boy sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, “Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I’m dead meat.”
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and
inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, “Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!” Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie. She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You’ve done enough, you klutz!”
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Susie whispers back, “I wet my pants once too.”
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February 6, 2007 at 7:10 pm
I know Christmas is over, but I do like it.
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable; and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two kids. She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of the year – overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, getting that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, making sure we don’t forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Finally the elevator doors opened, and there was already a crowd in the car. She pushed her way into the car and dragged her two kids in with her and all the bags of stuff. When the doors closed, she couldn’t take it anymore and she stated, “Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]From the back of the car, everyone heard a quiet, calm voice respond, “Don’t worry, we already crucified Him.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]For the rest of the trip down in the elevator, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. This year, don’t forget to keep “the One who started this whole Christmas thing” in your every thought, deed, purchase and words. If we all did it, just think of how different this whole world would be. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[I][I][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]”For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16 kjv)[/SIZE][/FONT][/I][/I]
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February 7, 2007 at 11:42 am
[B]God’s Coffee[/B]
A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.
While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups… And then you began eyeing each other’s cups.
Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has
provided us”
God brews the coffee, not the cups………. Enjoy your coffee!“The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.”
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March 6, 2007 at 10:38 pm
WHY GO TO CHURCH?
A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of the newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. I’ve gone for 30 years now, he wrote, and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So I think I’m wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.
This started a real controversy in the Letters to the Editor column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:
I’ve been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this: They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!
REMEMBER; FAITH MAKES THINGS POSSIBLE, NOT EASY!!!!!
When you are DOWN to nothing…. God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible!
Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!
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March 9, 2007 at 9:06 pm
[B]The Quilt[/B]
As I faced my Maker at the last Judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives, like the squares of a quilt, in many piles. An angel sat before each of us sewing quilt squares together into tapestries that represented our lives. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I had endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. No one else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty. Finally, the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light. . . the scrutiny of truth. The others arose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been!
My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to arise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly fortunes. I had had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness and death, and false accusations that took from me my world as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I had spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully; each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the critical gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it had been.
I arose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with eyes wide. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image. The face of Christ.
Our Lord then stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, “Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.
Author Unknown
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May 15, 2007 at 7:30 am
A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn’t shaved in a while.
His shirt was kind of shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed, the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister’s suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him, “What are you doing here?”The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.“I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, This is kind a what I say:“I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.”The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytimeTime to go, Jim smiled, said “Thanks.”
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he’d never done it before.His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim’s prayer:“I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.”Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn’t come.
As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he’d given them a thrill.The week that Jim was with them, Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn’t understand why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse’s concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;
“the nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know,
that he’s in here all the whileEveryday at noon He’s here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:“I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN. ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.”Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart!
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May 22, 2007 at 12:29 pm
[LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was “too crowded.” [/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]”I can’t go to Sunday School,” she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.[/FONT][/B][/COLOR]
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[/FONT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus [/B][/COLOR][/FONT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff]
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.[/B][/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][/COLOR][/FONT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.[/B][/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: “This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.”[/B][/COLOR][/FONT]
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[/COLOR][/FONT][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]For two years she had saved for this offering of love[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]
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[/COLOR][/FONT][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]But the story does not end there…[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]
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[/COLOR][/FONT][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Church members made large donations Checks came from far and wide.[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/LEFT]
[COLOR=#0000ff][LEFT][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Within five years the little girl’s gift had increased to $250,000.00–a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends. [/FONT][/B][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][B][COLOR=#0000ff][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University , where thousands of students are educated.[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][B][COLOR=#0000ff][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time. [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/LEFT]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=#0000ff][B]In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, “Acres of Diamonds”. [/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]
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[/COLOR][/FONT][LEFT][COLOR=#0000ff][B][FONT=Comic Sans MS]This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/LEFT]
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May 23, 2007 at 1:04 am
Such a good story of faith. Thank you Ali.
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