This is footage of the explosion at the fertilizer factory in West, Texas. Pray for those folks.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Context is Everthing
My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband were planning a week’s vacation in Florida so she wrote a particular campground and asked for a reservation. She wanted to make sure the camp ground was fully equipped, but didn’t quite know how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just couldn’t bring herself to write the word toilet in her letter. After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old-fashioned term “bathroom commode.” But when she wrote that down she still thought she was being too forward. So she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter, and referred to the bathroom commode merely as the B.C.
“Does the campground have its own B.C.?” is what she actually wrote.
Well, the campground owner wasn’t old-fashioned at all, and when he got the letter, he just couldn’t figure out what the woman was talking about. That B.C. business really stumped him. After worrying about it for a while, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn’t figure out what the woman meant either. So the campground owner finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply.
“Dear Madam: I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250people at one time. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that right now, there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They’re going to hold it in the basement of the B.C. If you do decide to come down to our campground perhaps I could go with you the first time you go, sit with and introduce you to all the other folks. Remember this is a friendly community.”
“Does the campground have its own B.C.?” is what she actually wrote.
Well, the campground owner wasn’t old-fashioned at all, and when he got the letter, he just couldn’t figure out what the woman was talking about. That B.C. business really stumped him. After worrying about it for a while, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn’t figure out what the woman meant either. So the campground owner finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply.
“Dear Madam: I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250people at one time. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that right now, there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They’re going to hold it in the basement of the B.C. If you do decide to come down to our campground perhaps I could go with you the first time you go, sit with and introduce you to all the other folks. Remember this is a friendly community.”
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Hold Fast to What You Have
In today's study, we continue our look at the church of Thyatira in Revelation 2:21-29.
Monday, April 1, 2013
You Have an Anointing
In today's study from 1 John 2:19-27, we look at what the Bible says about those who leave the fellowship and the anointing of the Lord in our lives.
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