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One Tiny Foot
THE FRIEND
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Things About Men
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| "One" One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream, One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, Ond handclasp lifts a soul, One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam light a room, One candle wipes out darkness, One laugh will conquer gloom. One step must start each journey, One word must start each prayer, One hope will raise our spirits, One touch can show you care. One voice can speak with wisdom, One heart can know it's true, One life can make the difference, You see....it's up to you. "The Ember" A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his pastor's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a big chair near the fireplace and waited. The pastor made himself comfortable but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the play of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet fascination. As the one lone ember's flame diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and "dead as a doornail." Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. Just before the pastor was ready to leave, he picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the pastor reached the door to leave, his host said, "Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I shall be back in church next Sunday." |
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