Category: Short stories

Isaac

Isaac was born to his parents at a very old age, hence he was beloved to his parents. Yet he submitted himself to his dad’s wish to sacrifice him. This is a pre-mark of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. Although he lived in a culture where men married many women, he married one woman and lived a disciplined life.

Strengths:

He was very much obedient to his father that he was ready to sacrifice his life.

First man in the Bible who meditated.

Lived with one wife.

He was a God-fearing and faithful man. He prayed for his wife.

He made peace with his enemies.

Since his focus was on heaven, he did not build a house or city in Canaan. 

Weaknesses:

Feared for his life and lied that his wife is his sister.

Other references:

Places lived: Canaan

Parents: Abraham, Sarah

Wife: Rebecca

Sons: Esau, Jacob

Bible references: Genesis 17:15-18:15; 21:1-28:9; Romans 9:7-13; Galatians 4:21-31; Hebrews 11:17-20; James 2:21-24 and some more.

Note: Every Sunday a character from the Bible will be analyzed and shared in this space. Make use of it to strengthen your Bible knowledge.

Where miracles happen

Beth and Margie, two teenage sisters, had enjoyed shopping in the large enclosed shopping mall. But by the time they were ready to leave, it was dark. Standing at the mall exit, they could hardly see the outline of the car, the only one left in that section of the dimly lit parking lot.

The girls were nervous as they waited, hoping a few customers would come along so they could all walk out together. They remembered their father’s warning, “Don’t be late!”

Margie shifted her packages, pushed open the door, and walked as fast as she could. Beth followed glancing from side to side. They made it! Beth shoved the key into the car lock, got in, and reached across to open Margie’s door. Just then the girls heard the sound of the running feet behind them. When Margie looked around, two ominous-looking men were running towards them.

“You’re not going anywhere!” one shouted. Margie screamed. Terrified, she scrambled inside and locked the doors just in time.

With shaking fingers, Beth turned the ignition and nothing happened. She did it again and nothing happened. The only sound they heard was the key clicking in silence.

“Beth, try again!” Margie was frantic. The men were pulling the door handles, pushing at the windows.

“It won’t start!” Beth cried.

The girls knew they only had seconds of safety remaining. Quickly, they joined hands in prayer. “Dear God, “Margie pleaded, “give us a miracle, in the name of Jesus!”

Once more Beth turned the key. This time the engine roared to life. She shifted into gear and raced out of the parking lot, leaving the men behind.

The girls wept all the way home, shocked and relieved at the same time. They screeched down the driveway to the garage, stumbled into the safety of their house, and told their father what had happened. He held them both close.

“You’re safe and that’s the main thing,” he soothed them. “It’s strange though. The car has never failed to start before. I’ll check it in & out tomorrow. 

Early the next morning, he raised the car’s hood to look at the starter. And in one stunned glance, he realized Who had brought his daughters safely home the previous night.
For there was no battery in the car.

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him, and He delivers them. Psalm 34:7.

“Where Miracles Happen” by Joan Wester Anderson.

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon! Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

Decision of character

Source: Signs of the Times

Copyright © July 1908

A clock in an Edinburgh church steeple was striking nine when three young men passed on their way to a place of sin. Suddenly one of them stopped  and said, “I can not go with you.” And when they pressed him for a reason, he said, “When I left my home in the hill country, my old mother said, ‘My son, you are going into a wicked city, but your old father and I will pray for you every night, and at nine o’clock we will be on our knees.’ They are praying for me now and I can not go.”

He turned about, sought his room, cried out to God for mercy, and was saved. He is today one of the leading merchants in Edinburgh. The decision of character was the means of his salvation.

By Dr. Chapman.

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon! Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

“No thanks…”

The rain was falling and the water level was rising. As the water level rose higher and higher, forcing the man onto the roof of his house, alone comes a rowboat with an offer to take him to safer ground. “No, thanks” the man replied “The Lord will provide.”

As the water got higher, alone comes someone in a motorboat with another offer to tahe the manto safer ground. “No, thanks, the Lord will supply.”

Standing on the very top of his chimney with a helicopter hovering overhead offering to take him to safer ground, he yells out, “Thanks, but no thanks. The Lord will provide.”

The rapidly rising water finally sweeps the man off the top of his house, taking him downstream toward destruction. While being swept alone in the rapids, he cries out, “Lord, why didn;t you help me? You know I was trusting in You.” He hears a voice say, “I sent you a row boat, a motor boat, and a helicopter. What more did you want me to do?”

Isn’t this just like most of us? God sends the help we are praying for, but all too often we refuse to recognize the help He sends. When things over our heads and we are out of control, we blame Him for ignoring us.

‘Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.’ Jeremiah 33:3

– Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon! Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

Shake it off and step up

A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule ‘braying’ or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened… and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.

Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmers and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back…a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned in him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back…HE SHOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow.

“Shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up!” he repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or distressing the situation seemed the old mule fought “panic” and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!

It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, STEPPED TRIUMPHANTLY OVER THE WALL OF THAT WELL! What seemed like it would bury him, actually blessed him… all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity. 
THAT’S LIFE!

If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity… THE ADVERSITIES THAT COME ALONG TO BURY US USUALLY HAVE WITHIN THEM THE POTENTIAL TO BENEFIT AND BLESS US! Remember that FORGIVENESS-FAITH-PRAYER-PRAISE and HOPE…all are excellent ways to “SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP” out of the wells in which we find ourselves.

Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial because when he has stood the
test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him. James 1:12

– Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you… Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon! Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

The bridge

There was once a bridge, which spanned a large river. During most of the day, the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass through freely on both sides of the bridge. But at a certain time each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.

A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come; he looked off into the distance through the dimming twilight and caught sight of the train lights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work.

If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the bridge, turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man’s strength.

Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. “Daddy, where are you?” His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, “Run! Run!” But the train was too close; the tiny leg would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him safely. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make his decision.

The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. 

They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died. Now if you comprehend the emotions which went through this man’s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life.

Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along through life without giving a thought to what was done for us through Jesus Christ? When was the last time we thanked Him for the sacrifice of His Son?

He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all– how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?
Romans 8:32

– Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…

Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon!

Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

A Special Invitation

Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ

Date: Every day. He’s always around, so the date is flexible.

Time: Whenever you’re ready, (please don’t be late, though; or you’ll miss out on all the fun).

Place: In our heart… He’ll meet you there (you’ll hear Him knock)

Attire: Come as you are… grubbies are okay. He’ll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.

Tickets: Admission is free. He has already paid for everyone. (He says we would not have been able to afford it… it has cost Him everything He had!!!)

Refreshments: Bread and a far-out drink He calls “living water…” followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!!!

Gift Suggestions: Your heart. (He’s the one who already has everything else. He’s very generous in return though… just wait until you see what He has for you.)

Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power, and Eternity in Paradise, and much more! (All rated 5-star, so bring your family and friends.)

R.S.V.P. Very Important!

He must know ahead, so He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He’s keeping a list of His friends for future reference – (He calls it the “Lamb’s Book of Life”)! Party being given by His kids (That’s us). Hope To See You There!

Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…

Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon!

Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

Faith can move mountains

A small congregation in the foothills of the Great Smokies built a new sanctuary on a piece of land willed to them by a church member. Ten days before the new church was to open, the local building inspector informed the pastor that the parking lot was inadequate for the size of the building. Until the church doubled the size of the parking lot, they would not be able to use the new sanctuary. Unfortunately, the church with its undersized lot had used every inch of their land except for the mountain against which it had been built. In order to build more parking spaces, they would have to move the mountain out of the back yard. Undaunted, the pastor announced the next Sunday morning that he would meet that evening with all members who had “mountain moving faith.” They would hold a prayer session asking God to remove the mountain from the backyard and to somehow provide enough money to have it paved and painted before the scheduled opening dedication service the following week.

At the appointed time, 24 of the congregation’s 300 members assembled for prayer. They prayed for nearly three hours. At ten o’clock the pastor said the final “Amen.” “We’ll open the next Sunday as scheduled,” he assured everyone. “God has never let us down before, and I believe He will be faithful this time too.”

The next morning, as he was working in his study there, came a loud knock at his door. When he called “come in,” a rough-looking construction foreman appeared, removing his hard hat as he entered. “Excuse me, Reverend. I’m from Acme Construction Company over the next county. We’re building a huge new shopping mall over there and we need some fill dirt. Would you be willing to sell us a chunk of that mountain behind the church? We’ll pay you for the dirt we remove and pave all the exposed area free of charge if we can have it right away. We can’t do anything else until we get the dirt in and allow it to settle properly.”

The little church was dedicated the next Sunday as originally planned and there were far more members with “mountain moving faith” on opening Sunday than there had been the previous week!

Would you have shown up for the prayer meeting? Some people say faith comes from miracles. But others know: MIRACLES COME FROM FAITH!

He replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, “Move from here to there” and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.
Matthew 17:20.

– Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…

Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon!

Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

This is good!

The story is told about a king in Africa who has a close friend he grew up with. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred n his life (positive or negative) and remarking, “This is good!”

One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “This is good!” to which the king replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and proceeded to send his friend to jail.

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took them to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake, and bound him to take the stake.

As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than a whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way. As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.

“You were right,” he said, “it was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”

“No,” his friend replied. “This is good!”

“What do you mean, “this is good!” How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?”

“If I had not been in jail, I would have been with you!”

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28

– Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…

Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon!

Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!

Letting go of resentments

A story tells of a merchant in a small town who had identical twin sons. The boys worked for their father in the department store he owned, and when he died, they took over the store.

Everything went well until the day a dollar bill disappeared. One of the brothers had left the bill on the cash register and walked outside with a customer. When he returned, the money was gone.

He asked his brother, “Did you see that dollar bill on the register?” His brother replied that he had not. But the young man kept probing and questioning. He would not let it alone. “Dollar bills just don’t get up and walk away! Surely you must have seen it!” There was a subtle accusation in his voice. Tempers began to rise. Resentment set in. Before long, a deep and bitter chasm divided the young men. They refused to speak. They finally decided they could no longer work together and a dividing wall was built down the center of the store. For twenty years hostility and bitterness grew, spreading to their families and to the community.

Then one day a man in an automobile licensed in another state stopped in front of the store. He walked in and asked the clerk, “How long have you been here?”

The clerk replied that he’d been there all his life. The customer said, “I must share something with you. Twenty years ago I was “riding the rails” and came into this town in a boxcar. I hadn’t eaten for three days. I came into this store from the back door and saw a dollar bill on the cash register. I put it in my pocket and walked out. All these years I haven’t been able to forget that. I know it wasn’t much money, but I had to come back and ask your forgiveness.”

The stranger was amazed to see tears well up in the eyes of this middle-aged man. “Would you please go next door and tell that same story to the man in the store?” he said. Then the man was even more amazed to see two middle-aged men, who looked very much alike, embracing each other and weeping together in the front of the store.

After twenty years, the brokenness was mended. The wall of resentment that divided came down.

It is so often the little things that finally divide people – words spoken in haste, criticisms, accusations, resentments. And once divided, they never come together again.

The solution, of course, is to let it go. There is really nothing particularly profound about learning to let go of little resentments. But for fulfilling and lasting relationships, letting them go is a must. Refuse to carry around bitterness and you may be surprised at how much energy you have left for bonds with those who love you.

– Author Unknown

Short stories are posted on our blog every Saturday. They may be parables or tales that I heard in my childhood or stories from the ancient past or from the contemporary milieu. I am sure you will find this space a treasure trove of wisdom and inspiration. There will not be a single story, which doesn’t have something distinctive to offer to you…

Food for thought, Points to ponder, Values to cherish, Truths to reflect upon!

Above all faith, hope, and inspiration to sustain you through all the vicissitudes of life!