This was an ink drawing published in the 1881 book Real Pen Work / Self Instructor in Penmanship (Knowles and Maxim, Pittsfield, Mass.). Why the copyright date on the print is 1884, we can’t explain. According to one source, the artist was “expert penman” and co-publisher Alden Knowles. Some doubt …Read More »
— by Margaret Wideyke As pale streaks of coral openThe closed, dark, nighttime skies,Two women trudge the dusty roadThat leads to the place where He lies. Bring burial spices, they enter,Subdued by all that happened before.As they near the tomb they rememberThe rock that blocks the door. But when they …Read More »
It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly two thousand years since the birth of His Son and turning to His youngest angel, the Lord said: “Go down to the earth and bring back to me the one thing …Read More »
Author Unknown A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had spoken about “listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice.” The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?” After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie …Read More »
I had on new clothez,
New kickz upon my feet.
I was there for class on time,
Went to the back and took my seat.
By Erma Bombeck Dear Mother, When the Good Lord was creating mothers He was into His 6th day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” And the Lord said, “Have you read the specification on this order?” “She has …Read More »
There was this preacher who was an avid golfer. Every chance he could get, he could be found on the golf course swinging away. It was an obsession.
One Sunday was a picture perfect day for golfing. The sun was shining, no clouds in the sky, and the temperature was just right. The preacher was in a quandary as to what to do. Play golf or give the Sunday service.
Years ago, near Athens, Georgia, a woman was killed in an automobile accident. She was very well liked. The school where she worked shut down for her funeral and, on the day the teachers came back to work, they found this poem in their email that the deceased woman sent on Friday before she left school.
By David M. Romano - Copyright, December 1993
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.