New Stories

Hey guys! I will have some new stories in April, so hang in there!

The Desperate Man

The man was sitting in his office when he received the phone call. His wife had just passed out and was rushed to the hospital. The man of course became instantly worried, and left his office right away. When he got there, his wife was still unconscious. He pulled up a chair beside her and held her hand. The doctor came in and asked for him to sign some papers and to ask if he wanted tests for her. He said yes and he signed the papers. He sat down beside her and eventually fell asleep. When he awoke the next day, she was awake. She said that the testing was done. The man remained silent, waiting for her to tell the answer. She had leukemia, of all things. The man started to cry then. How was he going to tell his kids? His friends? His wife just held him, and he held her. The man looked up, with a look of desperation in his eyes. She knew what he was about to say. He would say that she needed to pray. But sadly, she didn't believe in God. She knew this was what he was going to say, and she immediately turned away. Later that day, he left the hospital, feeling defeated. Over the next weeks, he prayed hard. His wife was going under treatment, and she hurt so bad when she returned to her room, she couldn't speak. He held her hand, and held her, and prayed for her. She still wouldn't pray herself though. She told him she wouldn't. Then, a week later, the doctor came and told them the treatments were not working. She had a week, maybe two, and she would be done. They both cried then. The man asked her, one last time. And she did. She prayed her heart out. The next week, she died. The husband was lost in grief. But he knew that he had reached her heart. He knew, that one day, he would see her again.

Sorry for the delay

Hey guys. Sorry I haven't had any stories lately. My computer has been jacked up

The Wrinkled Old Shirt Part 2

I sat down beside him and listened to him. He said that the reason he had made my soul look like a shirt, so I would feel more comfortable. And man, was it wrinkled. He asked me to go get the iron and ironing board from the closet. I did so without hesitation. Then, when I got back, he explained the wrinkles. "See, the wrinkles represent your flaws and problems. So, I'm going to straighten them a little." He saw the puzzled look on my face when I heard him say "a little." "Well, I'll tell you why I'm only going to straighten them out a little," he said while he ironed. Every time he brought the iron over the shirt, I got a tingely sensation. "If I just make everything about you perfect, take out all of these flaws and problems, why would you worship me? People would worship you and you wouldn't trust in me, but in yourself." As he ironed he named off all the things he was touching up. Anger, Malice, Impatience, Greed, Dishonesty, and he went on and on. I finally realized that I wasn't as perfect as I thought. He finished ironing and stood up. He carefully lifted the shirt and rolled it up. He got one end and put it back in my ear. "A good way to fix a problem is to have help, but another way to fix it is to take control and learn from your mistakes." He smiled, gave me a hug, thanked me for my time. He waved good bye and walked back down the road. I always made sure my shirts were ironed. And that I worked on my problems. I know I'm not perfect, but I can battle my problems and strive to be.

The Wrinkeled Old Shirt

One day, a man was sitting at a table, feeling defeated. He prayed to God that he would tell him exactly what was wrong with him, so that he could work on his problems. And as soon as he said amen, the doorbell rang. He opened the door, and his jaw dropped. What looked like Joe Dirt had rang his doorbell, and with an equal accent, he said, "Hey man. I'm God." The man just kind of stood there in disbelief for a moment. "Um, aren't you going to let me in?" The man took him to the table, and went to get him some coffee. "So you want to know why I look like Mr. Joe Dirt here? Well, its because you wanted me to help you with your problems. And one of those little problems, is that you are prejudiced. Like, really prejudiced. And don't look at me like that, I saw the way your jaw dropped." Alright, so now I was convinced, cause he read me like a book. And then he got up and put a hand on my ear. There was a feeling of air being blown out of my head and then a whooshing sensation, and then boom. He was holding my STONES SHIRT?? He put his hand up to silence me. He laid it on the table and it looked horrible. It was over 40 years old. And it WAS in a box in the attic. But it was horrible. It was so wrinkled. "That's your soul." Of course, I was flabbergasted. "Sit down and let me talk about it." And, so, I did. And you can see the next part of this post tomorrow, because I am watching a movie :)

The Mini Golf Course

So I was at Ridgeland yesterday, and I was thinking. What should I do for my blog next. Beside me, some of my friends were talking about mini golf. And my mind went to work. Who dosen't like mini golf? How every hole was different. Sometimes its a waterfall. Sometimes its a mountain. Heck, sometimes its a dragon setting a castle on fire. And I thought, isn't that life? Think about it. Sometimes its a smooth and easy putt. Like, when you first get to the course. Sometimes it kind of toppsy-turvy like the fourth or fifth putt. But sometimes its just crazy. I have a friend who is adopted. He said that he dosen't understand why his parents didn't want him, and that he deals with this struggle daily. I have a friend who's parents got into a fight and one of them was killed. She was constantly thrown around between her family members. She didn't know what to do. We could go on and on about how our lives could be crazy, but that wouldn't make the hole, would it? In mini golf, when you miss this hole, even by an inch, its dissapointing. But, you move on, pick up your ball, and go to the next challenge. You know who that reminds me of? Job. How his family, his land, his livestock, his life was taken away from him. But he never gave up, he never stopped trusting in God. We could be that way, we could be like Job, and always trust in God. We just need to get our ball and club, and try as hard as we can.

Ridgeland

Hey guys. The New Hope High School Band is going to Ridgeland tomorrow so pray for us! And hope we get a 1!

The House

I saw a house once. Now, I know that y'all are thinking, "Well, duh." but let me explain. This house was no ordinary house. This was a church. It was a large church. In fact, its my church. Its your church. Its OUR church. Can you see it? Nope. Can you join it? Of course. But, it takes commitment. And you are a representation of the church, as well as being a part of the church family. Every time you curse, every time you back stab someone, that casts a negative outlook on the church. And of course sometimes we slip. We are only humans. Which obviously means that we make mistakes. But that does not mean we can't try. Jesus spent all his time to make his church, his kingdom, his children, into something greater. Now, will we sit back and watch everyone live their life, or will we actually do something to further God's kingdom? I know that we can't do everything. And sometimes, we will lose. But what dosen't kill us, makes us stronger. And the perfect example of that is Jesus Christ.

The Simple Man

The simple man. He goes to church on Sundays and Wednesdays and then presses the "REPEAT" button. He never professes his faith. He never asks people if their spiritual life is ok. He never prays, unless he is at church. He never talks to people about God or Jesus. He blends back into society like he never went to church. Like he never was a Christian. It's like he puts on a Halloween costume when he leaves church. Are we like that sometimes? Wait, let me rephrase that. We ARE like that sometimes. All of us have done this, don't feel ashamed. Now, this dosen't justify it, but we do it. Does that mean we can't change? Um, no. We can always change, we just have to try and make our efforts worthwhile. Does this mean we might have to make drastic changes? Maybe. Does this mean we might lose some friends? If you can't get some of your friends to listen to why you are changing, quite possibly. But wouldn't it be worth it? Think about it. To not have to worry about lieing to all your friends at church and otherwise. I was like that once, but I changed, and yes it was VERY hard. But it was so tottaly worth it. So, what will you do? Will you try to change, or be satisfyed with being a tottaly different person on Sundays and Wednesday nights? The choice, of course, is yours.

The Doors

One day, a man came to me at lunch. He said that he had this weird dream, and that he would like my opinion on it. I told him that I would be more than happy to. So, he sat down beside me and started. He began with the setting. A huge, white Void. In the Void, there was a single door. Nothing fancy, just a plain old door. So, I walked up to it, and opened it. I walked through and went to what seemed like a theater booth. There were two seats, but one was occupied. The man that sat in it looked as if he was from the middle east. He had long brown hair and a brown beard. Then I realized. This man, was Jesus. I sat down beside him and looked out at the view in front of me. There was a man that was weeping. He sat on this bench and just cried. A woman walked up to him, and hugged him. "That's his wife you know," Jesus said. I just looked at him puzzled. "Their child just died. He was a cancer patient. And now, they are wondering what to do next. Why don't you go tell them," he said. I said I would try so I got up and went to them. They just sat there in their grief, and I felt a little out of place. I told them hi and sat beside them. They cleaned up a little and greeted me back. I asked them if they could use some help. They said that they were fine. I asked them where they went to church. They said they didn't. Oh, I thought. THAT'S what he was talking about. I asked them if they would come to my church on Sunday. They said that they would, and would like to sit with me. I told them that would be great and then, I left. I went back to my seat, and asked Jesus to please explain what was going on. He simply replied,"There are many different doors, you just chose this one." He then explained that this dream was an example to show me that these little situations, all lead up to opening another door to another situation, and that it just kept happening like that. And, finally, my eyes were opened both figuratively and physically. "So," he asked, "I believe that there are many doors, we just have to have the courage to open them."

The Tree

Have you ever come across a really tall tree? Now, let me ask you this. Have you ever seen a really tall tree in a storm? Say you have a very large maple. The sky is dark with thunder clouds. The rain begins to pour, the lightning begins to crash, and the thunder starts to boom. Under the shelter of the branches and leaves, you find yourself protected and dry. But then, you gaze up at the top of the tree. It's being thrashed around by the wind, being beat upon by the rain. But it never gives way. Have you guessed what that is like? Jesus, guys (and girls). Jesus. You see Jesus was in a storm. In fact, it was probably more like a hurricane. But, he was in a bad one. He saw the storm coming long before it happened. He decided that he would take the fall, he would take the downpour of our sins, our uncleanness, and shelter us and keep us safe before, towards, and afterwards. Jesus is very much like that tree we hid under when we were vulnerable to the storm. The storm,of course, represents Satan. He constantly sends hard times and temptations at us, much like a storm sends rain and lightning at us. So, the moral is this. The storm is long and hard, but with proper help and courage, you can brave it.

Unified

Unified practice tomorrow! Come check it out at Columbus Church of Christ!

The Message in a Bottle

So I heard the song by The Police called, " Message in a Bottle." I thought how that could be us and our Christianity. Think about it. The message is the word of God. And we are the bottle. But, the sea we float in is quite different. We float in a sea of lies and deceit. Of pain and desire. Of guilt and greed. Those things, we don't need. How we try and try to brave the sea of sin, only to be drowned by our own weakness. And when we pray, it should be with our hearts, not our sadness or grief, or that little thing we needed just then. And when we face the sea, we should never do it alone. The sea is large, and you are small. But with help, you stand a better chance of spreading God's word. And the sea is one thing. The storms are another. Think about those times you have been beaten and scarred and thrown aside like you don't matter. DO NOT GIVE IN. Think about the times Jesus could have given up. But he didn't. And he prevailed. So, don't face the sea alone. It's a dangerous thing. But with preparation, and friends to help, it can be a heck of a lot easier.

The Homeless Man

So one day i was walking down the street when I saw a homeless man on the street, sleeping. Now, I had seen this man before, but this is the first time I had actually investigated him. I was going to keep walking, but then realized that I had nothing important to do that day. So, I went to wake him up. He seemed dazed and asked what was going on. I asked him if he would like to have some cofee and a biscuit at Hardee's. He jokingly said for me to wait to get his keys. When we got there, he said that he was Jesus and ,of course, I was confused. I asked him what was the big deal. He said that he watched me from the day I was born. He said, that he waited to reveal his true identity at the last second. I told him to prove it. And then, he did the most amazing thing. He told me my LIFE. Everything I ever did, I everything I ever saw, he told me. He then told me why our little breakfast meeting was so important. He explained that my little act of kindness could encourage another person that witnessed this to do something kind for someone else. I thanked him for his time and asked him if he needed somewhere to stay. He said that there was no need for that, but he could use some more cofee. I laughed and grabbed his cup to go fill it up. When I came back to the table he was gone. But he always stayed in my heart. And I was momentarily unsettled, but then I realized that I wasn't the only one who needed a facelift