Childrens' Bible Stories

JESUS SAYS SO

admin0 — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 17:13:56 +0000

“JESUS SAYS SO.”

OR,

A MEMORIAL OF LITTLE SARAH G——

Sarah G—— was one of several children, living with their parents in a narrow lane in London. Early in the year 1847, Sarah’s father had met with a serious accident, and was then in the hospital, where he remained for many weeks a severe sufferer. Sarah and her brothers, deprived of the usual means of support, and their mother being in constant attendance on her husband, were consequently often left in great necessity. More than once have these little ones been known to reach the hour of four or five in the afternoon, before taking any food; but amidst all their privations, no complaint was heard from the lips of Sarah. It was not known until after her death, how silently, yet how powerfully, the Spirit of God was, even at this time, working in her heart.

There was nothing particularly attractive in her appearance; quiet and unobtrusive, she seemed to the outward observer like most other children; but “the Lord seeth not as man seeth.” The Great Shepherd of the sheep had his eye on this little lamb of the fold, and marked her for his own. At home she was gentle and affectionate, obedient to her parents, and during their absence she watched kindly over her little brothers.

Her poor family tasted largely of the cup of sorrow, but poverty and distress, instead of producing impatience and unkindness, seemed to bind each one more closely to the other. They experienced the truth of those words: “Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith,” Prov. 15:17. “Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than a house full of sacrifices with strife,” Prov. 17:1.

The death of her youngest brother appeared to make a strong impression on Sarah’s mind; she said she liked to think she had a brother in heaven. Soon after that event, she was admitted into a Sabbath school, and it was her delight in the week to prepare her lessons. “Sunday is such a happy day,” she would say; and on that morning she would rise earlier than usual to get ready for school.

A little circumstance, which occurred at this time, marked her tenderness of conscience. A new bonnet had been promised to her, but not arriving at the time she had hoped, her disappointment was so great that she shed many tears. This was mentioned to a friend, who talked to her about it. Sarah made no remark at the time, but afterwards she said to her mother, “I did not know before that it was wrong to cry when we were disappointed; I will try not to do so again:” and in the evening her father overheard her begging God to forgive her pride and fretting about the bonnet.

Another feature in Sarah’s character may be here noticed: this was her love of truth. “She has never deceived me,” was her mother’s frequent remark. “I cannot remember a single instance of untruth, even in play,” and perhaps this truthfulness of spirit enabled her the more readily to trust the word of another. “She promised me,” Sarah would say, and on the promise she would ever rest, in all the sweet dependence of a child. Surely this may speak a word to those professing to be the followers of Him who keepeth his promise for ever—the covenant-keeping God. How lightly are promises often made! how carelessly and thoughtlessly broken!

Sarah was only permitted to attend the Sabbath school for a few weeks. Her health and strength failed, and soon she was confined to her room, then to her bed, which she scarcely left for several months. But now the work of God within her became more evident. It was a pleasant service to sit by the bed of this young disciple, and read and talk with her of a Saviour’s love. She said but little, except in answer to questions, but her bright and happy countenance showed how welcome was the subject. Who that witnessed her simple, child-like faith, would not acknowledge the fruit of the Spirit’s teaching? It was the more apparent, as she had but little help from man, and few outward advantages, not even being able to read; but she treasured up in her mind all she heard, and it was as food to her soul, the joy and rejoicing of her heart.

At an early period of her illness, a violent attack of pain and palpitation of the heart made her think she was dying, and she told her mother so, adding, “But I am not afraid, I am so happy.” “What makes you so happy?” was asked. “Because I am going to heaven, and when I pray to Jesus, my heart seems lifted up.” “But, Sarah, do you think your sins forgiven?” “Yes, mother, I am sure so.” “What makes you so sure?” “Because Jesus says so.”

“Jesus says,”—this was ever the ground of her confidence, and proved to all around her the Saviour’s oft-repeated lesson,—”Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.”

Sarah lingered many weeks after this. Her mind was full of peace; as she lay on her sick bed, no shade of fear passed over her, all was sunshine within. This one happy thought filled her mind,—”Jesus loves me, I am going to heaven.”

A friend wishing to find out on what her hopes of happiness rested, and if she had a real sense of sin, said to her, “You talk much of going to heaven, tell me, do you deserve to go there?” “Oh, no,” was her reply, “I do not deserve it.” “Why not?” In a solemn tone, she answered, “Because I have sinned.” It was remarked, “How then can you go there? Heaven is such a holy place, no sin can enter there.” With the brightest smile she quietly replied, “Ah! but Jesus says he will wash away all my sin, and make my soul quite white, and he will carry me there.”

Oh that all would learn of her thus to take Jesus at his word! What an enemy to peace is an unbelieving heart!

None spoke ill of this little girl, even those who knew her least remarked, “she was a good pleasant child,” but her grateful affection beamed strongly towards all who showed her any kindness, and one who watched her with interest throughout her illness, will not soon forget the earnest smile of welcome with which she was always greeted, when too ill to speak. Thus she told her thanks.

Once, the 103d Psalm was read to her, with some remarks on David’s causes of thankfulness. It was remarked, “You, too, Sarah, have many things to bless God for; for what do you thank him most?” She answered, “Oh, I thank him most for sending Jesus from heaven to save me.”

Many were the words of comfort she spoke to her poor sorrowing mother, whose heart at times seemed almost broken at the prospect of losing her. She said, “You will not cry, when I am in heaven, dear mother. I am only going a little while first, and you will soon follow;” and once, on an occasion of deep family distress, she pointed to the surest way for relief, saying, “Mother, why do you cry so? Does not the Bible say God cares for the sparrows, and are not you better than a sparrow? O mother, pray, do pray, and then you will be so happy.”

So calmly, so peacefully, did this young disciple enter the dark valley, that truly she might have said,

  "There's nothing terrible in death
   To those who go to heaven."

Resting in her Saviour’s love she feared no evil, his rod and his staff they comforted her; sin was her only dread. Her only fear was that of offending her heavenly Father, and on this point she often did express much anxiety, saying, “Do tell me if I have done wrong. I do not want to sin; I am so afraid of making God angry. Sometimes my sins look so black, and seem to come between me and God.” Then, as if she still felt secure in the only hiding-place for sinners, she added, “But Jesus says he will take them all away, and wash me whiter than snow.”

She delighted much in some little books suited to her age and circumstances that were read to her; one entitled, “The Infant’s Prayer,” and another, “The White Robes,” were her greatest favorites. In allusion to the last of these, she often prayed, “O Lord Jesus, hear a poor little girl, do give me that beautiful white dress, without one spot or one stain;” and once when her mother noticed a little hurt on her arm occasioned by her putting on a change of dress, she sweetly said, “Never mind that, dear mother; my next dress will not hurt me.”

It was very pleasant to see the affection manifested by her brothers towards their little sick sister, and she repaid their kindness by anxiously entreating them to care for their souls. To her father she said, “I want you to promise me one thing—to meet me in heaven. O father! do love Jesus. I love him, indeed I do; but I want you to love him too. There is only one Jesus, one Saviour; and, father, he is so holy.” Then turning to her mother, who was standing by her bed, she added, “You do love Jesus, but, O mother, pray do love him more, and more, and more;” she spoke with such energy, as if to impress her parents with her own feeling, as almost startled them.

In this state of mind Sarah drew near the end of her pilgrimage, and it was not until about three days before her death that even the shadow of a cloud seemed to darken her path. Then, for the first time, her mind was agitated with doubts as to her Saviour’s love for her, and very distressing to those around her were her anxious cries for pardon. “Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ’s sake,” was her constant petition. She was visited by a minister and by several Christian friends, who used every effort to give her relief, but for some time all in vain; she seemed unable to lay hold on any promise for her comfort. One of these friends especially felt a deep interest in the dear child, though she had not known her until now. Of her little Sarah asked most earnestly, “Do you think that Jesus loves me?” She was assured that he did. “Do you know he loves me?” she asked; and then followed the solemn inquiry, “How do you know it?” After reading and talking with her for some time, she begged her friend would “pray with her to make her a little happy?” and afterwards in her own words, she would again plead with God, “Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ’s sake, and wash me in his blood, and make me a good girl, and take me to heaven.” On one occasion she said, “I wish I could be a little happy,—I want something, I do not know what I want.” She was answered, “I think I can tell you what you want, it is peace, it is to feel that God has pardoned all your sins.” “Yes,” she replied, “I think that is it.”

At another time, when talking of the joys of heaven, “Yes,” she said, “they are singing, Glory, glory, glory,” referring to her favorite hymn, beginning,

  "Around the throne of God in heaven,
   Thousands of children stand."

But, as her friend says, it is not possible to convey her manner, her sweet tone and look. She said, “I wish I could go to heaven now, up through this ceiling, now while I feel a little happy.” “But, my dear child, you cannot go to heaven in this way. You must die first; Jesus died; we must all die; it is God’s appointed way for us to get to heaven.” “Oh! I do not mind my sufferings, but I wish I was there now.”

Once she spoke rather impatiently, “I wish I could die, I wish I could die.” She was reminded, “Jesus says, ‘If you love me, keep my commandments;’ and though you cannot obey God’s will now in the same way as if in health, you can still suffer all he appoints.” She quickly asked, “Will Jesus be angry if I am not patient? I will try, then, and pray to him to make me patient.”

Satan for a short season seemed permitted to make trial of her faith and love, and she struggled hard against his attacks. But the dear little one was safe in the arms of her Good Shepherd, and none could pluck her out of his hand. Her anxious prayers were heard and answered, and peace was restored to her soul. Her brightened countenance required not the addition of words to assure her friends of this, and yet they rejoiced to hear her say, “I am quite happy; I know Jesus loves me, and I shall soon see him.”

On the Sabbath, her last day on earth, she was very feeble, only able to utter a single word at a time, but her heart was full of thankfulness towards all who had cared for her, and especially to those who had sought to comfort her in her last distress, begging her mother would “always love them.”

At night, as her parents were watching beside her, she suddenly raised herself, and, throwing her arms alternately round the neck of each, seemed to take a last farewell. She was unable to speak, but to her mother’s inquiry, “Tell me once again, my child, are you quite happy?” she replied by lifting up her hand, and pointing to heaven, while the brightest smile lighted up her countenance. This was her last act of consciousness. She lingered a few hours without any apparent suffering, and then her happy spirit took its flight, and joined the blissful company, that, having washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb, are ever before the throne of God, rejoicing in their Saviour’s love.

Sarah died at the age of eleven years, in August, 1848.

Dear reader, before you close this book, ask, “Am I like Sarah G——? Have I ever prayed to Jesus to wash away all my sins, and make my soul quite white in his precious blood?” And then have you begged him to take you to heaven when you die, that you may be happy with him for ever? If not, do not wait another day, but entreat him now to give you his Holy Spirit to teach you to love him. Remember, it is this kind Saviour who calls you, who says, “Suffer the little children to come to me, and forbid them not;” and who promises to gather the lambs with his arm, and to carry them in his bosom.

Worthless Words

admin0 — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:43:17 +0000

“God, I don’t think you really care for me,”

I said, as I woke up one morning after seeing a horrible dream.

I had just preached my first sermon the other day (April 1994) and was waiting expectantly for my next venture for the Lord.

Well, I don’t know just how the words came out, but I believe it must be just as Jesus said, “Out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.” (Matthew 12:34)

I didn’t think about the matter much until late that afternoon when I happened to stroll into my room and felt like picking up the Bible and reading it at random.

And the words just jumped out at me and hit me like a hammer inside.

It said “Therefore this is what the Lord says, “If you repent, I will restore you ,that you may serve me, if you utter worthy, not worthless words, you will be my spokesman.” (Jeremiah 15:19)

The words really sank in and right there made me confess my worthless words that morning.I believe God immediately forgave (as His Word says).

But it was only a long time later that I got to preach my 2nd sermon. And justly too. It was not God’s fault that I saw a horrible dream that night.

In Proverbs 29:20 we read “Do you see a man who speaks in haste? There is more hope for a fool than him.”I had spoken in haste allright and probably faced the penalty.

Moral

The Great Preacher Solomon says, “Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God.” God is in heaven and you are on earth so let your words be few. (Ecclesiastes 5:2)

A little more sleep, a little more slumber….

admin0 — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:41:44 +0000

The nights were very cold that December. It was natural, my flesh thought, to snuggle under those covers and snore away 6-7 hours.

“Hello! It’s time to pray”, the Holy Spirit would gently nudge me in the middle of the night.

Literally, I would drag myself out of bed and pray the classic 45 seconds prayer. The first 15 seconds kneeling on the ground, the next 15 seconds semi reclining and the final 15 seconds would be spent in the ongoing process of dragging me back to bed and onto delightful slumber.

This went on, I guess, for quite a few days and then the Holy Spirit thought it wise to instruct me a bit more firmly than the usual nudge at night.

I woke up one morning seeing an unusual dream. In the dream, I saw myself hugging a dog and holding my face against one side of its velvety body. I seemed to be enjoying this when suddenly; the other side of the dog came into vision. This side was rotten, covered with wounds and stinking.Instantly; I backed off, pushing the dog away.

I realized the Holy Spirit was speaking to me regarding my fondness for sleep. He seemed to be saying,” One side of sleep is good. It gives rest to your tired body and mind. But sleep has another stinking, rotten side which must be kept away from by the believer. It takes away valuable time of prayer and fellowship with the Lord and the results can be disastrous.

Moral

The great preacher Solomon says,” A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest and poverty will come on you like a bandit and scarcity like an armed man.”(Proverbs 6:10, 11)

And how true. Many invaluable blessings maybe lost in that extra nap that we often tend to take.

Camouflaged Christians

admin0 — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:27:01 +0000

by Nora Penia

Hunters and soldiers often use camouflage to remain unseen and hidden. They go to great effort to conceal their appearance: special clothes, face paint, painted vehicles and tools. Often their lives depend on their ability to remain invisible.

It is often easy for a Christian to slip unconsciously into camouflage, taking on the traits of those around her, absorbing the atmosphere and responding in like manner. Making one’s Christian state known can be awkward, sometimes resulting in becoming the target of mean spirited joking, put downs or outright antagonism.

Unlike soldiers who wear clothing which mimic the surrounding terrain, Christians change their behavior to blend in. They may use bad language or laugh at dirty jokes, or at most, simply shake their heads in mock disapproval. The prevailing customs in dress, or lack thereof, may be adopted just because ‘everyone’ is doing it. Or, they may decide to look the other way when those around them behave immorally or illegally.

Closer to home, they may ignore laws such as traffic laws or stretch the limit on their tax deductions. Perhaps a Christian will adopt some of the worldly attitudes about personal moral conduct - watching ’soft’ porn on the cable, or flirting with infidelity.

At work one may go along with the crowd. and remain silent on moral issues -padding expense accounts, exaggerating product claims, lying about overdue work, etc.

I’m not suggesting Christians should attack others who believe differently, or force their beliefs on others. But, it should be possible to take a stand for Biblical truths quietly, politely, but firmly.

“But as for me and my house we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:15

Most Christians, if put to a test and forced to decide between their faith and their lives, probably believe they would stand firm. Maybe they would; maybe they would not. Most of us will never have to make that decision. We will be tested in the small everyday decisions we make, in little things we hardly notice.

“You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16

Everyday, whether we realize it or not, we are presented with one opportunity after another to shine for the Lord. In the check out line, where everyone is rushed and taciturn. Smile or grumble? In heavy traffic on the way home after a long day. Let others in or ignore them?

There is a wonderful movement among young people called What Would Jesus Do? You may have seen bumper stickers or key chains with the initials WWJD on them. It’s a new idea, but an old one too. Jesus spent several years teaching his followers to follow in His steps.

This ‘new’ movement is based on a book written in 1896 by Charles Sheldon by the name of In His Steps in which a whole community decided to live their lives everyday as they thought Jesus would. Charles Sheldon’s great-grandson revived and retold the story recently, giving birth to this new generation of WWJD’ers.

Our modern lives are so complicated, making it easy to forget our mission on earth. Earning a living, shopping, raising kids, doing housework and yard work, attending social functions, maintaining a church life, working on personal growth, exercising, preparing meals, doing the laundry — all can overshadow our spiritual witness.

Studies on human behavior have revealed that individuals usually follow the lead of the first two or three people to speak out in any group. After that, peer pressure starts to build, and the longer one remains silent, the harder it is to speak against the group. This is true even when the person KNOWS he is right. The pressure from other people can be intense, but most adults believe they are not influenced by others.

Perhaps Christians should practice speaking up right away and making their position on any controversial issue known. Not in a belligerent way. Just a simple: ‘In my opinion, this is wrong,’ or ‘I can not go along with this’. Nothing judgmental. No high and mighty self righteousness. It is possible other timid souls will be encouraged to speak up.

And, after all, people who are not Christians do not hesitate to express their views on any subject. Why not be the candle which lights the path, even if no one else follows?

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Nora Penia is an educator and writer. She has written one novel, as yet unpublished, and for over two years has written for her own online magazine entitled At the Fence, Relationships and Parenting. Visit her site: http://www.atthefence.com

Exactly what is it that Jesus requires from us

admin0 — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:25:18 +0000

by Gary Droit

Are you annoyed by the ritualistic feel of most churches today?

Are you tired of people who insinuate that if you’re not perfect, then you aren’t a good Christian?

Doesn’t it annoy you when people equate drinking and smoking with sin?

Yes, you know that the Bible does not command people to not drink. You know that Jesus changed the water into wine. You know that Christians are not perfect, they’re just forgiven. Nowhere does Jesus tell people they should try to stay healthy and take care of their body. In fact, He says the opposite, that you should not worry about such things. When people try to say that cigarette smoking defiles the temple of the Holy Ghost, you know that Jesus said it is not what goes in by the mouth that defiles a person.

Odd, isn’t it, how some people try to make their prejudices into commandments from God? Especially when Jesus complained about the Pharisees “teaching as commandment the doctrines of men.” But this seems to be the habit of those who wish to control others.

A “divining rod,” or “rule of thumb,” if you wish, for determining whether something is good or bad is the Love commandments. When asked which was the most important commandment, Jesus replied, “Love God with all your hearts… and the second most important is similar to it, love your neighbor as yourself.” Later on, Jesus gave as a “new” commandment: “Love one another.” When taken together with His assertion to “Love your enemies,” it can be seen that, by “one another,” He meant everyone, not just fellow Christians. Thus, as Paul said in Romans, “The law and the prophets are summed up in the one commandment, to love one another.” Unconditional altruistic love is how Jesus wants us to treat each other. Can love be faulted? It cannot. Anything done out of love is good. Understand that, by “love,” we are not talking about infatuation or sexual attraction. Those are different things altogether.

What is meant by “altruistic love” is caring about the feelings and well-being of the one loved. Jesus gave us an example when He said, “Greater love has no man than… to lay down his life for someone else.” Then He put his life on the block as a sacrifice for our sins. He paid it all, folks, paid for everyone, everywhere, once, for all time.

Why was His sacrifice able to wipe out the sin of all people? He was the only perfect person ever to live upon the earth. As a perfect person, His sacrifice was the perfect sacrifice. He had no sin that needed paying for, thus giving up His life was an act of purest love, utmost unselfishness. It was the perfect sacrifice, the only thing which could cleanse all sin forever.

It is not by our “being good” that we are saved from punishment. It is simply not possible for us to be that good, that we would not suffer punishment. Every human being save the Savior has been selfish at some time in their life. When you play a sport and attempt to win, you are being selfish. I’m sorry, but it’s true. When you have food and eat it, knowing there are people in the world who have no food, you are being selfish. It is sad, I know. How, then, can anyone be saved? Jesus said, “Believe on me, and ye shall be saved.” What does this mean? Simply that if you believe that Jesus is the Son of God, who gave His life to save us from punishment, that is faith, and that is all that is required.

Knowing that someone gave up their life to save yours, doesn’t this make you care about the one who gave up their life? Jesus said, “If you love me, then obey me.” What does He want us to obey? He gave us a “new” commandment, (meaning it replaces all the old ones) to “Love one another.” He cares about each and every one of us, and He wants us to care about each other in the same way. No parent wants their children hurting each other.

Love does not envy; love does not desire to control; love gives all it has, even gives up its life for the sake of the one loved; love is patient; love is kind; love is not proud; love does not punish, love praises; love is happy when it sees happiness, sad when it sees sadness; love nourishes; love encourages; love builds the other up; love desires to be always with the one loved; love heals; love does not destroy; love is not selfish; love does not ignore the one loved, but waits on them “hand and foot.”

That can be a tall order, folks. But love also gives strength to the one who loves.

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Gary Droit is a (mainly) self-educated “Renaissance Man”, being interested in science, art, anthropology, literature, Christianity, and most all things. He has been supporting himself and his family by repairing business machines (NCR corporation 1966-1990) and computers, building computers, installing and maintaining networks, and doing web design and graphics. He is presently interested in being a freelance writer. Email ObieWanKnobe@Earthling.net

Three Wisemen

admin0 — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 14:55:05 +0000

Three Wisemen

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