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1. - The Stranger In The Snow
2. - The New Emperor
3. - The Son
4. - The Lamb


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Stranger in the Snow

It had been snowing for several hours and as Tommy Brant looked out of the school room window he could hardly wait to get out and play. It was not just any snow, this was the first big snow of the winter and a big one it was. Several inches were already on the ground and the snow was still coming down heavily. Time ticked by slowly but at last the school bell rang and out he flew.

He was already out in the school yard playing when he remembered his mother's words that morning telling him not to play after school but to come straight home. She had told him to hurry home because weather was going to be bad and that his father would not be getting home with the car until late that evening. Since he lived only five or six blocks from school Tommy often walked home when his dad had the car and could not pick him up.

Tommy begrudgingly told his friends good bye and headed out the back gate of the school yard toward home. He was just beyond it when his friend Andy called out for him to wait. Andy ran to catch up and gasping said “I’ll walk with you”. Andy was Tommy’s neighbor and lived two houses down from Tommy. Soon the boys were throwing snow balls at each other and playfully sliding their way toward home.

As they went along Andy suddenly stopped and said “wait a second, I have a great idea. Lets cut across the woods by the old Parker farm and we can slide down the big hill on the back. Then we can go on home.” Tommy said ok but then remembered his mothers words. “ Oh wait" he said, "I promised mom I would come straight home after school so I guess I better not.”

Andy turned around and said “sure you can. It won’t take long and besides your mom will never know.” Tommy new he shouldn’t. His mother had told him to stay away from the old Parker farm because it was a dangerous place and also he had promised to go straight home. But he didn’t want his friend to think that he was a sissy or a mama’s boy so without any further argument he turned and followed his friend off the road.

Soon they were hidden from view as the snow covered scrub pines quickly closed behind them. The snow was falling very fast and quickly filled their footprints leaving no clue where they had gone. Tommy new he should have told his friend no and his conscience kept telling him to turn around. No he said to the small voice in his mind. Since I have already started, he reasoned, I might as well finish.

Mom was just finishing in the kitchen and looked worriedly out the window at the darkening sky and heavy falling snow. “Tommy should be home any minute and not any to soon” she said to herself. The temperature had been falling most of the afternoon and it was now becoming bitterly cold in spite of the snowfall. Her anxiety began to grow slowly as the minutes ticked by and Tommy did not arrive home. “Where can he be” she said to herself.

Tommy and Andy had gone straight through the woods to the old house and there they found an old piece of tin that had blown from the old farm house’s roof. “We can slide down Parker hill on this” cried Andy as he pulled it free of the snow and wiped it clear with his gloves. They hurried up a hill through the woods until at last they were at the top of a large steep hill. On a normal day they could have looked out over the valley and saw their homes not more then one half of a mile away but not today. The snow was falling heavily and it was getting dark quickly.

“Lets go” said Andy jumping on the front of the piece of tin. Tommy quickly joined him and they pushed themselves over the edge. Down the hill they flew. The wind whistled through their hair and the snow stung their faces as they squealed in glee. The world was a blur as they raced down the hill side with snow flying up is swirls behind them. They went over several humps flying into the air only to land in a cloud of snow and speed on down the slope. Finally the hill leveled off and they slowely slid to a stop.

“That was great” cried Andy. “Let’s do it again”. Tommy looked through the woods below him where he new the road was. If he had been listening to that small voice in his head he would have heard it warning him not to go back up the hill but to go home now but alas, he wasn’t listening. Instead he turned to walk up the hill with his friend.

It was after a few steps that both boys felt the ground become bouncy under their feet. “Hey, what this” said Tommy. “Do you feel the ground here”. “Yea...its bouncy” said Andy. Both boys jumped in the air together to feel the bounce.

The wooden cover had been built more then 20 years before. It had been placed over the opening of the well to prevent anyone from falling in. As the years had passed the weeds had overgrown it and dirt covered it until it had completely passed from memory and from view. Now it lay below them covered with years of debris, rot, and a heavy blanket of snow.

As they came down together they heard a muffled crack from below them. Suddenly they were falling into a blurred vision of blackness mixed with snow and rotten wood. The blackness enveloped them and then nothing.

Mother was now pacing back and forth. “That boy better have a good excuse” she said as she looked out the window. It was beginning to get dark and still Tommy had not arrived. “I wish his father was here” she said hoping her husband would arrive home from work early.

Tommy suddenly awoke and opened his eyes. He was disoriented for a moment but then the memory of the fall flooded back into his mind. He became aware of his head and shoulder hurting as he sat up. It was very dark but he could make out a gray light from far above him. In the dim light he could see that he was sitting in a pile of old rotten wood and dirty snow. He was in a round shaft about 4 feet across and about 20 feet deep with sides that went straight up to the surface. The floor was dry and earthy. He stood up rubbing his head. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt to bad.

Then he heard the moan come from the floor beside him and remembered his friend Andy. It was very dark but as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, he could just make out his friend laying on the floor beside him. “Are you OK” he said as he tried to help Andy sit up. “No” cried Andy suddenly. "My leg hurts real bad." Tommy look down at his friends leg and could see it turned at a strange angle just below the knee. Andy was crying and shivering as he held his leg.. Snow was falling through the opening above them and settling on the boys . “Hold on” said Tommy, “Ill get help.”

It was at that point when reality finally struck him. As he looked up toward the top he could see nothing to hold on to. No hand holds of any kind he could use to climb out. There was nothing hanging down he could grab hold of and the hole was way to deep to jump up and grab the sides. The snow was quickly covering any traces or evidence of where they had been. No one would know where they were. He began to yell for help as he panicked. He yelled and yelled but there wasn’t any one to hear and the snow quickly absorbed his calls for help. His voice sounded muffled and hollow. Tommy was in big trouble and he new it.

Mother was getting really worried. It wasn’t like Tommy not to obey. “I’ll just have to go and get him and boy is he in trouble” she said. But inside she feared something far worse was wrong. She quickly put on her coat, hat, gloves, and boots. Out the door she hurried, past the driveway and onto the sidewalk. She quickly walked the 6 blocks to the school listening for the voice of Tommy playing with his friends but heard and saw nothing.

The school yard was empty when she arrived. There was no sign of anyone. She was just turning to head back up the road when she heard a voice say “hullo Mrs. Brant”. She turned to see Johnny Smith, another friend of Tommy’s, standing behind her. “Hello Johnny” she said, “have you seen Tommy?” “Not since school” he said, “he left early with Andy” Tommy’s mom said thank you and turned quickly back toward home. She walked right past the place where the two boys had left the sidewalk but the snow had already covered any tracks they had left. She quickly continued home and immediately called Andy’s mother.

“Hello, this is Mrs. Brant. Have you seen Tommy? He was supposed to come right home after school and never arrived. One of his friends said he left right after school with Andy and I was hoping he was there.” “No” said Andy’s mother, “Andy never made it home either. I thought he was probably there playing with Andy. We will start looking too.” Tommy’s mother thanked her and hung up.

She was just deciding what to do next when she heard a car drive up. Looking out the window she saw that father had arrived home early. As father came through the door he saw the worried look on his wife’s face. “What is the matter” he asked as he hugged her.

Tommy had given up calling and yelling. He head and shoulder were aching and he was tired and hungry. No one could hear them anyway. He was sitting on the floor next to Andy. Even though the hole kept the wind from blowing on them. It was still very cold and the snow was beginning to stick to their clothing. Andy was not crying any more but was shivering roughly. It was getting so dark in the hole that he could not see much but new that Andy needed help badly.

Tommy was starting to think about his choices that day. “If only I had said no” he said to himself. “I should have obeyed my mother.” He also wished he had listened to God’s voice in his conscience when God had told him no on the sidewalk and to go home at the bottom of the hill. Now its too late. What could he do? It was at that moment when he heard his conscience tell him to pray. But what would his friend think. It would be embarrassing to pray. So for the moment he did nothing.

Father was now worried to. “I’ll go search for him around the neighborhood in the car” he said. “ I bet he is playing with one of his friends”.

After dad left, mother began calling all of Tommy’s friends. No one had seen him. Andy had not yet arrived home either. Father returned thirty minutes later. He had not found them. They called the police who said that if the boys did not turn up in a couple more hours to call them back. They said that the boys where probably playing in the snow and would probably show up when it got dark. It happens a lot the police told them. Mother was almost in tears now. What can we do she cried. Lets Pray said father. God knows where those boys are. With that they knelt down and prayed.

They had finished praying and were just getting up when father said, “I think I’ll drive around the neighborhood one more time. I know that I have already looked but I have a feeling I need to look one more time.“ Mother agreed. “I’ll stay here by the telephone in case someone finds them and calls. You go ahead.”

Father was driving slowly toward the school wondering why he was out there again when he suddenly saw an old homeless man, wrapped in an old dark ragged coat, sitting on a park bench. It was strange that he had not noticed him earlier. He almost didn’t stop because he was afraid the old man would try to beg and he didn’t have time tonight. But the old man looked so cold, tired and hungry that he pull the car to the side of the road and walked up to the man.

“Hello old timer” he said. “It is awful cold out here. Have you been here long?” The old man gave him a curious look and said “All day”. Father continued “Why don’t you come to my home for a warm meal and warm up by the fire.” The old man then smiled and said “Thank you. I would really appreciate that”

As mother heard him drive up she quickly ran to the door and opened it. But instead of Tommy walking in with her husband there was a dirty old man in tattered clothing standing at the door. “ I have invited this man to come over for a warm meal and to warm by the fire” said father. The Old man smiled questioningly at her.

Normally she would not have minded but why had her husband done this tonight of all nights. She was tempted to be irritated but she new what Jesus would want her to do. She smiled warmly and invited the man in and sat him by the fire.

“I am sorry if I hesitated for a moment” she said. My son Tommy is missing and I had hoped my husband had found him. He and his friend never made it home from school today. Welcome though and here, warm yourself by the fire. What is your name?” “Thank you” he said as he sat down. “My name is Gabe. You say your boy is missing. That’s strange. I remember seeing two boys head up toward the hill behind the old Parker farm earlier this afternoon.”

Mom stopped in her tracks. “Do you remember what time it was” she asked? “Right after school let out” said the old man quietly. Mother quickly called her husband. Forgetting their guest in their excitement they were in their coats, gloves, and hats in an instant. Father grabbed a flashlight and soon the two were walking through the woods toward the hill behind the Parker farm.

As time passed Tommy finally new he had to do something. He asked Andy how he was doing and Andy told him that he could not feel his leg and that his hands were numb. Tommy's conscience again told him to pray. This time he listened. Lets pray he told Andy. He got on his knees and poured out his heart to God. He asked God to forgive him for disobeying his mother and also for being ashamed to pray. He then asked God to help someone to find them.

Moments later he thought he saw a flash of light on the opening above. Then he saw it again. He began to call for help and a few moments later he heard his fathers voice calling down the well. “Tommy, are you in there?” “Yes“ cried Tommy. “We are down here and Andy’s leg is hurt real bad. It may be broke.” Dad shined the light down the hole and looked at the two boys. “I’ll Get some help” he said.

Mom stayed at the opening comforting the boys while father rushed back home and called the rescue squad. Soon there were emergency crews at the top of the well. One was let down into the well to splint Andy’s leg and then both boys were pulled to safety. Andy was taken to the hospital where he would stay for a couple of days. He had a broken his leg and had hypothermia.

As Tommy’s mother hugged him he looked up and said “I am so sorry I disobeyed you today. How did you find us?” As they began to walk back toward home his father then told Tommy about the old man on the park bench that had seen them head toward the old Parker farm hill.

Tommy thought for a minute and then said, “I don’t remember seeing anyone there and I don’t even remember there being a bench on the walk home.” Then mother said, “I walked to the school looking for Tommy before you got home and I never saw the man sitting on a bench either.”

They arrived home and Tommy’s mother took him in by the fire to meet the old man who had saved them. But when they got in the room, the old man was no where to be seen. They searched the whole house but there was no evidence that Gabe had ever been there. Father decided to drive back out to the bench where he had found him but when he got there, there was no sign of the man or the bench that he had been sitting on.

Tommy’s father returned home and told his family about the man and the bench being no where around. “There is no way he could have seen us at the hill today” said Tommy. “It was snowing to hard.” They were quiet for a few moments. “It had to have been angel” father finally said as he remembered the strange way the man had looked at him. “What if I hadn’t stopped”. Then the three of them knelt and thanked God for sending his angel to help them and answering their prayers. Tommy also promised God that from now on he would always listen to God’s still small voice.

Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. (KJV)



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The New Emperor

Once there was an emperor in the Far East who was growing old and knew it was coming time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or one of his own children, he decided to do something different.

He called all the young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It has come time for me to step down and to choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you." The kids were shocked!

But the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One seed. It is a very special seed. I want you to go home, plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring to me, and the one I choose will be the next emperor of the kingdom!"

There was one boy named Ling who was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the whole story. She helped him get a pot and some planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown.

After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their Seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Ling kept going home and checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by. Still nothing.

By now others were talking about their plants but Ling didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by, still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she encouraged him to go, and to take his pot, and to be honest about what happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace.

When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by all the other youths. They were beautiful, in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kids laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey, nice try."

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor. "Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"

All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!"

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!"

Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the Emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow.

All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life" John 12:24-5.

This scripture reminds us that the person who is willing to take less now will receive more later. By "dying" to ourselves now, we live forever.

Jesus said, "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven" (Matthew 7:21). It's not enough to just look like a Christian on the outside. Jesus wants us to be genuine.

Author Unknown



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The Son

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others adorned the walls of the family estate.

The widowed elder man looked on with satisfaction, as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.

As winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again.

Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic.

Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Easter holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season, a season that he and his son had so looked forward to, would visit his house no longer. On Easter morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man.

As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hand. He introduced himself to the man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you."

As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his father's love of fine art. "I'm an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the picture above the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task.

True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars of paintings. And then the man sat in his chair and spent Easter gazing at the gift he had been given. During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that even though his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart.

As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the grief. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received. The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation.

With the collector's passing, and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on Easter day, the day he had received his greatest gift.

The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim "I have the greatest collection." The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum's list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid. The room was silent. "Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked. Minutes passed. No one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son.

Let's forget it and go on to the good stuff." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one first," replied the auctioneer.

"Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke.

"Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That's all I have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it." "I have ten dollars. Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice. Gone." The gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it and we can bid on these treasures!" The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced the auction was over.

Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son. What about all of these paintings? There are millions of dollars of art here! I demand that you explain what's going on here!" The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son . . . gets it all!"

Just as those art collectors discovered on that Easter day, the message is still the same - the love of a Father - a Father whose greatest joy came from His Son who went away and gave his life rescuing others. And because of that Father's love...whoever takes the Son gets it all.

Author Unknown



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The Lamb

The Story Of A Straying Lamb
The Shepherd loved His little lamb, And gave it His tender care...
And followed it with His loving eyes as it wandered here and there.
And as He sat by His grazing flock who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb as again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart, and adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way as lambs will so often do.
With His gentle voice the Shepherd called, to His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget and unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did, from the Shepherd's side would stray.
Until one day, the Shepherd kind took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel that the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow down the rod so swiftly came,
That it broke the leg of the little lamb and left it crippled, and lame.
Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain, Fell down upon his knees...
And looked up at His Shepherd as though to say, "Won't you explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes as the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone, and bound it back in it's place.
Now he was utterly helpless, he could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely to His Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed, from the flock he was kept apart...
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms, and cradled near to His heart.
And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words into his now listening ear...
Thus he heard sweet words of love that the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms and the beat of His faithful heart...
Until it came a blessing to seem, by his weakness to be set apart.
Every need of the little lamb by His Shepherd so fully was met,
That through his brokenness he learned what he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed and once more became whole and strong...
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead, the lamb would follow along.
Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked so closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg it will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so in its hour of weakness and need...
That it had no desire to wander away, when once again it was freed.
Could it be you are broken today and you cannot understand
the painful blow of the Shepherd's rod nor believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing, for a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in His loving arms, and draw you near to His heart.
So look into your Shepherd's eyes, and earnestly seek His face...
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need the sufficiency of His grace.

or as you are borne in His loving arms ,and carried there, day by day...
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love, That never again will you stray!

Author Unknown


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