Just in Time<\/b><\/p>\n
When Corrie Ten Boom of The Hiding Place fame was a little girl in Holland, her first realization of death came after a visit to the home of a neighbor who had died. It impressed her that some day her parents would also die. Corrie\u2019s father comforted her with words of wisdom.<\/p>\n
\u201cCorrie, when you and I go to Amsterdam, when do I give you your ticket?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy, just before we get on the train,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly,\u201d her father said, \u201cand our wise Father in heaven knows when we\u2019re going to need things too. Don\u2019t run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need\u2014just in time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Today in the Word, MBI, October, 1991, p. 30<\/p>\n
A Gracious God<\/b><\/p>\n
An atheist said, \u201cIf there is a God, may he prove himself by striking me dead right now.\u201d Nothing happened. \u201cYou see, there is not God.\u201d Another responded, \u201cYou\u2019ve only proved that He is a gracious God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Source unknown<\/p>\n
Runaway Daughter<\/b><\/p>\n
Longing to leave her poor Brazilian neighborhood, Christina wanted to see the world. Discontent with a home having only a pallet on the floor, a washbasin, and a wood-burning stove, she dreamed of a better life in the city. One morning she slipped away, breaking her mother\u2019s heart. Knowing what life on the streets would be like for her young, attractive daughter, Maria hurriedly packed to go find her. On her way to the bus stop she entered a drugstore to get one last thing. Pictures. She sat in the photograph booth, closed the curtain, and spent all she could on pictures of herself. With her purse full of small black-and-white photos, she boarded the next bus to Rio de Janiero. Maria knew Christina had no way of earning money. She also knew that her daughter was too stubborn to give up. When pride meets hunger, a human will do things that were before unthinkable. Knowing this, Maria began her search. Bars, hotels, nightclubs, any place with the reputation for street walkers or prostitutes. She went to them all. And at each place she left her picture\u2014taped on a bathroom mirror, tacked to a hotel bulletin board, fastened to a corner phone booth. And on the back of each photo she wrote a note.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t too long before both the money and the pictures ran out, and Maria had to go home. The weary mother wept as the bus began its long journey back to her small village. It was a few weeks later that young Christina descended the hotel stairs. Her young face was tired. Her brown eyes no longer danced with youth but spoke of pain and fear. Her laughter was broken. Her dream had become a nightmare. A thousand times over she had longed to trade these countless beds for her secure pallet. Yet the little village was, in too many ways, too far away. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes noticed a familiar face. She looked again, and there on the lobby mirror was a small picture of her mother. Christina\u2019s eyes burned and her throat tightened as she walked across the room and removed the small photo. Written on the back was this compelling invitation. \u201cWhatever you have done, whatever you have become, it doesn\u2019t matter. Please come home.\u201d She did.<\/p>\n
Max Lucado, No Wonder They Call Him the Savior, Multnomah Press, 1986, pp. 158-9.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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