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THEY DIED FROM THE COLD WITHINSix humans trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold;
Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story told. Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back, For on the faces around the fire, he noticed one was black. The next man looking across the way, saw one not of his church; And couldn’t bring himself to give, the first -- his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch. Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat and thought of the wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned from the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man’s face bespoke revenge, as the fire passed from his sight, For all he saw in his stick of wood, was a chance to spite the white. The last man of this forlorn group, did naught except for gain. Giving only to those who gave, was how he played the game. Their logs held tight in death’s still hand, was proof of human sin. They didn’t die from the cold without, they died from the cold within. Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant. I Corinthians 13:4 |
God's Complete Control
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Quiet our hearts, dear Father, and in so doing, remind us that You are sovereign—not almost sovereign but altogether sovereign. Nothing occurs in our lives that has not been masterfully planned and put together by You, our eternal God. Help us to enter into the truth of Psalm 46:10 personally and consistently. May that result in being still, enabling us to discover that You are God. As we cast our cares upon You, knowing You care for us, release our stress.
We entrust our concerns to You today . . . large and small, new and nagging. We long to experience peace-filled living by stepping off this treadmill called pressurized living. We pray that Your mighty presence would take the place of the stress, the demands, the struggles, the mess we've created. We ask that You would give us Your shalom--Your peace—like we've never known it before. We deliberately choose to trust You and to rest in You. In the name of Jesus. Amen. See also Psalm 34:4; Proverbs 16:3; Jeremiah 17:7; Philippians 4:19 |