Being a Pumpkin…

“Being a Pumpkin”

We are taught by the media and even our inner desires to think of ourselves as good people. To say otherwise is to be viewed as a pessimistic, discouraging and just plain a bad person. But how does God view what we perceive as our goodness!

Isaiah 64:6 “But we are all like an unclean thing, and all of our righteousness are like filthy rags, we all fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.”

Romans 3:10 “For there are none good, no, not one.”

Romans 3:23 “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”

Being a Pumpkin

After being ‘born again’ a lady had recently been baptized. One of her coworkers asked her what it was like to be a Christian. She was caught off guard and didn’t know how to answer; but when she looked up, she saw a jack-o’-lantern on the desk and answered:

“It’s like being a pumpkin.” The coworker asked her to explain that one.

“Well, when we allow Him to then God picks you from the patch and brings you in and washes of all the dirt on the outside that you got from being around all the other pumpkins.

Then he cuts off the top and takes all the yucky stuff out from inside. He removes all those seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then he carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all to see.

“It is our choice to either stay outside and rot on the vine or come inside and be something new and bright.”

The cleaning of the Pumpkin

Eph 2:8, 9 “For by grace are you saved through faith, and that not of yourself, it is the gift of God, not of works lest anyone would boast.”

II Cor 5:17 “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”

I feel very fortunate this morning. I am a clean Pumpkin. But that is not because of me but it is because of Jesus!!!!

II Cor 5:21 “For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”

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Your Life can have an Impact….

Mat 7:1, 2 “Judge not that you be not judged…

Your Life can have an Impact!

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the
very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like
most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them
all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was
impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the
third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he
didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkempt
and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant.

It got to the point during the first few months that she would
actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen,
making bold X’s and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest
of all.

Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy
him, either. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required
to review each child’s records and put Teddy’s off until last.

When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His
first-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a
ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy
to be around.”

His second-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student
well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has
a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”

His third-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy continues to work hard but his
mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his
father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect
him if some steps aren’t taken.”

Teddy’s fourth-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t
show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes
sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem.”

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming
fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.

Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright
paper, except for Teddy’s, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown
paper of a scissored grocery bag.  Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in
the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh
when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and
a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne.

She stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson,
today you smelled just like my mom used to.”

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching, reading, and writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children.

Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called
“Teddy.” As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more
she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days there would be an
important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of
the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and…well,
he had also become the “pet” of the teacher who had once vowed to love all
of her children exactly the same.

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her
that of all the teachers he’d had in elementary school, she was his favorite.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his
favorite teacher of all time.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things
had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would
graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson
she was still his favorite teacher.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he
explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little
further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher but
that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed,
Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that
spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was to be married. He explained that
his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering…well, if
Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother
of the groom.  And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several
rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled
just like…  well, just like way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on
their last Christmas together.

THE MORAL:  You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another’s life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture through life. Time is of little essence, when Life continues on.

Yesterday is History
Tomorrow is a Mystery
Today is a Gift
That’s why they call it the PRESENT

Proverbs 18:24 “A man that hath friends must show himself friendly:
and there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.”

Teaching Evolution….

Rom 1:20a “For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal
power and diving nature, have been clearly seen…”

Teaching Evolution

One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom.

The teacher was going to explain evolution to the
children. The teacher asked a little boy:

Tommy do you see the tree outside?

TOMMY: Yes.

TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?

TOMMY: Yes.

TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.

TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.

TEACHER: Did you see God?

TOMMY: No.

TEACHER: That’s my point. We can’t see God because he isn’t there.
He doesn’t exist.

The little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.
The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:

Tommy, do you see the tree outside?

TOMMY: Yes.

LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?

TOMMY: Yessssss (getting tired of the questions by this time).

LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?

TOMMY: Yessssss

LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?

TOMMY: Yes

LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?

TOMMY: No

LITTLE GIRL: Then ………………………

While we snicker and say ‘gotcha’, it is sad that many believe this way. If it can’t be explained or seen then it must not be true. God’s teachings tell us we are saved by faith in the unseen and also we must live by faith.

II Cor 4:7“For we walk by faith, and not by sight”

Also the creation around us proclaims the glory of its Creator. If we will not acknowledge God then His creation will!

Rom 1:20 “For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and diving nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse.”

 

Genesis 1:1 “In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.”

Surviving the Storms of Life….

2 Chron 7:14a “If my people will humble themselves and seek my face…”

SURVIVING THE STORMS OF LIFE

I did not know His love before,
the way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
my pride would not allow.

I had it all, without a care,
the “Self-sufficient” lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
and not a cloud was in my sky.

I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I’d seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I’d found my place.

But then the way grew rough and dark,
the storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
my anchor would not hold.

The ship that I had built myself
was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
with nowhere else to hide.

I had no strength or faith to face
the trials that lay ahead,
and so I simply prayed to Him
and bowed my weary head.

His loving arms enveloped me,
and then He helped me stand.
He said, “You still must face this storm,

but I will hold your hand.”

So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
or when the storm might wane.

Yet through the aches and endless tears,

My faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
but my light began to glow.

I saw God’s love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
could Jesus’ love shine through.

It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered, “Why?”
At times I thought, “I can’t go on.”
I’d hurt, and doubt, and cry.

But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife,
through fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.

And now I see as never before
how great His love can be.
How in my weakness He is strong,
how Jesus cares for me!

He worked it all out for my good,
although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
and then He cried, “Enough!”

He raised His hand and said, “Be still!”
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
and flooded me with peace.

I saw His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong,
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.

Now I know more storms will come,
but only for my good,
For pain and tears have helped me grow
as naught else ever could.

I still have so much more to learn
as Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I’ll love Him more,
that’s where I want to be!

2 Chron. 7:14 “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have life everlasting.”