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                                      Rev. E. Anderson

A LESSON ON PRIDE

 

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF OUR Lord Jesus Christ are a standing rebuke to every form of pride to which men are liable

 

 

1.      Pride of birth and rank – ‘Is not this the carpenter’ son?’ – Matthew 13: 55

 

2.      Pride of wealth – ‘The Son of Man hath not where to lay His head’ – Luke 9: 58

 

3.      Pride of respectability – ‘Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?’ – John 1: 46

 

4.      Pride of personal appearance – ‘He hath no form or comeliness’ – Isaiah 53: 2

 

5.      Pride of reputation – ‘A friend of publicans and sinners’ – Luke 7: 34

 

6.      Pride of learning – ‘How knoweth this man letters, having never learned?’ – John 7: 15

 

7.      Pride of superiority – ‘I am among you as he that serveth’ – Luke 22: 27

 

8.      Pride of success – ‘He is despised and rejected of men’ – Isaiah 53: 5

 

9.      Pride of ability – ‘I can of mine own self do nothing’ – John 5: 30

 

10.   Pride of self-will – ‘I seek not my own will but the will of Him who sent Me’ – John 5: 30

 

11.   Pride of intellect – “As my Father hath taught me, I speak’ – John 8: 28

 

Pride has been classified into a few categories: Pride of face, pride of race, pride of place, pride of pace, pride of grace.

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Great Stories

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                                      Rev. E. Anderson

HEAVEN

 

Some time ago Charles E. Fuller announced that he would be speaking the following Sunday on ‘Heaven’. During that week a beautiful letter was received from an old man who was very ill and the following is part of his letter.

 

‘Next Sunday you are to talk about Heaven. I am interested in that land because I have held a clear title to a bit of property there for over fifty-five years. I did not buy it. It was given to me without money and without price.

But the Donor purchased it for me at tremendous sacrifice. I am not holding it for speculation since the title is not transferable.

 

It is not a vacant lot. For more than half a century I have been sending materials out of which the greatest Architect and Builder of the Universe has been building a home for me which will never need to be remodelled nor repaired because it will suit me perfectly, individually, and will never grow old.

 

Termites can never undermine its foundations for they rest on the Rock of Ages. Fire cannot destroy it. Floods cannot wash it away. No locks nor bolts will ever to placed upon its doors, for no vicious person can ever enter that land where my dwelling stands, now almost completed and almost ready for me to enter in and abide in peace eternally, without fear or being ejected.

 

‘There is a valley of dip shadow between the place where I live in California and that to which I shall Journey in a very short time. I cannot reach my home in that City of Gold without passing through this dark valley of shadows. But I am not afraid because the best Friend I ever had went through the same valley long, long ago and drove away all its gloom. He has stuck by me through thick and thin, since we first became acquainted fifty-five years ago, and I hold His promise in printed form, never to forsake me or leave me alone. He will be with me as I walk through the valley of shadows, and I shall not lose my way when He is with me.

 

‘I hope to hear your sermon on Heaven next Sunday from my home in Los Angeles California, but I have no assurance that I shall be able to do so. My ticket to Heaven has no date marked for the journey – no return coupon-and no permit for baggage. Yes, I am all ready to go and I may not be here while you are talking next Sunday evening, but I shall meet you there some day.’ messenger offence – 1 Pet. 1. 3-4; Ps. 23. 4.

 

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A Time to Laugh

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                                           Rev. E. Anderson

 

IN BAD ACCORD

 

The symphony musicians had little confidence in the person brought in to be their new conductor.

Their fears were realized at the very first rehearsal. The cymbalist, realizing that the conductor did not know what he was doing, angrily clashed his instruments together during a delicate, soft passage.

The music stopped. The conductor, highly agitated, looked angrily around the orchestra, demanding, “Who did that? Who did that?”  

IMPORTANT NOTICE

You may have noticed the increased amount of notices for you to notice. Some of our notices have not been noticed. This is very noticeable. It has been noticed that the responses to the notices have been noticeably unnoticed. This notice is to remind you to notice the notices and respond to the notices, because we do not want the notices to go unnoticed.

 

IT CAN BE DONE

 Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition.
The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. 

A big crowd gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants.
The race began but no one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would
reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: 

"Oh, WAY too difficult!!" 
"They will NEVER make it to the top." 
"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!" 
 The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one, except for those who, in a fresh tempo,
were climbing higher and higher. 
The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!" 
 More tiny frogs got tired and gave up. But one continued higher and higher and
higher. He just wouldn't give up! 
 At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny
frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top! 
 All of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do
it. A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and
reach the goal.
 It turned out that the winner was deaf. 
 today'sTHOUGHT
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door. 

One half of the world doesn’t understand the other half, and it doesn’t matter which half you’re in.

 

Just a Thought by the late Rev. A. Linford

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GOD IS NOT DEAD

 

“For l know their sorrows”- Exodus 3:7

 

Israel groaned under the afflictions of Egypt. The faint glimmer of hope as Moses made an abortive attempt to relieve them was snuffed out: they suffered in turgid darkness. Full forty years their agony was extended. while Moses pined in Midian. Had God forgotten them? Worse still, had he forsaken them? They must have felt abandoned.

 

But God’s delays are not denials. The time was not ripe for their release. They had still more to learn in the school of adversity. Their schoolmaster may have been sorrow, but heir curriculum was ordered by God. When the time was ripe their faith would procure their graduation, they would receive their degree in the art of living.

 

God’s silence does not mean that He is insolvent, that He has lost to power to save. Not only was He preparing their deliverance. He was also perfecting their deliverer – Moses. In the silences of shepherd-life, God was bringing to moral and spiritual maturity the one who was to lead the flock of God from the prison of Egypt to the Paradise of Canaan.

 

God was not dead, though to suffering saints He may seem dormant. “I know their sorrows”, He said ”and I am come down to deliver them”. The redemptive event was to become an epoch. Their woes were swallowed up in a wonderful salvation.

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News and Views

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                                     Rev. E. Anderson

ONLINE BIBLE SALES SOAR

 

TROUBLED BRITS are turning to Holy Scripture to solve their financial sorrows, statistics indicate.

 

Online bookseller Amazon has recorded a 25 per cent increase in the last few months.

 

Amazon’s keenest Bible buyers live in the north (20 percent) closely followed by London (19 per cent), and then Wales (five percent).

 

“The Bible has probably been the most positive area of growth in the past twelve months,” says Stuart Martin, of Wesley Owen, the largest chain of bookstores in the UK.

 

GROWTH

 

Elsewhere in the world, the Bible’s popularity is also on the increase. A total of 27 million Bibles were sold and distributed by the United Bible Societies in 2007, compared to 5.5million in 2006.

 

One of the areas of largest growth is America where 11 million Bibles were distributed last year.

 

Brazil is one of the largest consumers – and printers – of Bibles, and the Bible Society in Brazil distributes an average of five million every year.

 

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Children’s Page

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                                   Rev. E. Anderson

THE MONKEY’S MIRROR

Rev. Ivor Powell

 

The monkey house in Bellevue Gardens, Manchester was a place of sleepy indolence. The afternoon was hot and sultry and even the visitors seemed tired and dreary. Then a young lady opened her handbag, took out a small mirror, and ostentatiously pushed it into the cage. An old monkey inclined his head to look at the shining object, and within a few seconds came swinging down to the floor. The girl and I watched as he lifted the glass, and we smiled at his comical expression when he saw another monkey returning his stare. Immediately he began to chatter excitedly, and people ran from all directions to seek the cause of the disturbance. Soon we were part of a great crowd watching the irate monkey as he turned a sultry scene into one of fascinating entertainment.

 

Gazing intently at his own reflection, the monkey became increasingly incensed by the fact that the other animal seemed a persistent mimic. As his anger mounted, it became obvious that he was determined to punish the enemy in the mirror. Holding the glass in his left hand he suddenly lashed out with his right hand only to find that his clutching fingers merely grasped thin air behind the mirror. He appeared to be nonplussed; the other monkey had vanished, yet all the while his cheeky face was still there.

 

Again and again the indignant animal tried to catch the elusive quarry, but each attempt failed. We laughed when he slowly turned the mirror so that he could see both into it and behind it at the same moment. He was obviously puzzled when he discovered that his tormentor was only in the glass. This necessitated fresh investigations, and he proceeded to tear the coverings from the back of the mirror. It appeared that he expected to and his enemy secreted within the mysterious wrappings which he ruthlessly removed. With meticulous care he completed the task, and stared again into the glass. When he saw the other monkey he became infuriated, and scrambling to the top of the cage he growled angrily, and flinging the annoying glass to the poor, smashed it to pieces. We were sorry that the show had terminated, but it had been grand entertainment. The object of its desire was always before the monkey, yet all the time was just out of reach.

 

The monkey’s failure reminds us of our own efforts. Sometimes happiness appears to be beyond our reach. We see it before our eyes, and yet each time we try to capture it, the treasure vanishes. We grow increasingly desperate, and desire to grasp the elusive something. We pull things to bits; explore every channel; become irritated by our sense of frustration and failure, and all the while a mocking face seems to laugh at our feeble endeavours. We grow restless and angry; we are determined to succeed; and yet continue to fail. We are driven to desperate expedients, and are prepared to smash and ruin everything. Peace of mind seems to be the most elusive element in the world, when and many give up in despair, preferring die than to live in misery.

 

Poor man! – so easily thwarted, so quickly upset, so frequently disconsolate and defeated. If he paused awhile he would discover that the horrible specters which torture him have no foundation in fact. What seems to threaten does not really exist at all. The face in the mirror of life is but the reflection of something intensely personal. Life, is indeed a mirror – smile into it, and a smile will come back to you. Scowl at it, and a hideous countenance will arise to mock you: Guard it carefully as a priceless treasure, and it will provide endless enjoyment. Treat it ‘roughly, smash it, and its broken fragments will cut and hurt the hand which does the damage. God has given to us a mirror; our happiness may depend on how we use it.

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Christian Testimony

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JADE’S MUM FINDS COMFORT

IN BIBLE

 

JADE GOODY’S mother has turned to the Bibe for comfort during her daughter’s death.

 

Jackie Budden has been drawing strength from the holy text and has been spotted alone beside the grave, reading passages aloud.

 

An onlooker at the churchyard near jade’s home in Upshire, Essex, said, “She looked visibly upset but she managed to hold back the tears. She read from the Bible for quite some time and every now and then read parts of it aloud. She looked like she felt content sitting there”.

 

DECLARATION

 

Meanwhile the vicar who baptised the Reality TV star and her two boys, Bobby and Freddie, has spoken about what her faith meant to her.

 

The Rev. Corinne Brixton, associate minister at St. John the Baptist Church, Buckhurst Hill, Essex, said:”The Christian baptism that jade and the  boys received is a declaration that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that he died and rose again, not just for the whole world but for each one of us personally, so that we can be forgiven and receive new life.

 

“Jade wanted her sons to know Jesus for themselves, and we certainly hope and pray that not only the boys, but all who are grieving the loss of jade will find comfort in Jesus and His words to us.  “Jade’s step of being baptised prompts us to see God’s amazing love for each one of us. It is never too late for anyone to turn to Jesus, and to reach out to Him as the one who is able to save us”.

 

Visitors to the church have been leaving messages in the book of remembrance, taking the opportunity for quiet reflection and prayer, lighting candles, and leaving floral tributes.

 

They were also offered a copy of Infinite Hope, a book by Christian author and speaker Jeff Lucas, about the life and death of fellow cancer sufferer Hope Hermann.

 

The Rev. Brixton added: “We wanted to give something that offers help and hope to those who are affected by Jade’s death, many of whom have had their own experience of illness and loss too”.

 

Jade’s publicist Max Clifford speaking to reporters from Portugal, also revealed the depth of Jade’s faith.

 

BRAVE

 

He said: “Jade set out to do in the last few weeks of her life the things that were most important to her.

 

“She got married and she had the boys christened because she wanted them to know Jesus, because ‘mum’s’ going to be in heaven’. She has provided for her boys’ futures, to secure their future and education. She was a very brave girl, a devoted mum and someone I was very happy to have worked with”.

 

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Dave’s Snippets

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  Jade Goody                  Dr. David Allen

THE SAD CASE OF AN ESSEX GIRL

 

Jade Goody, only 27 years of age, died recently of cervical cancer. These are the bald facts of a much-publicised short life and a painful death. Jade’s lasting legacy – because of her short life as a celebrity- is that her two small sons are financially secure, but the wider result is that already many young women are now taking the so-called smear-test. Eventually, as a result, many lives could be saved from this form of awful cancer.

 

All we can say of Jade is that she was a “celebrity”; and someone has described the term as “someone with no talent, but who is paid a lot without doing anything useful.” It is somewhat cynical, but fairly close to the mark!

 

Despite Jade’s celebrity status, and bearing in mind that definition, it is surprising that both the Prime Minister and the Archbishop  of Canterbury  headed the many list of tributes. Surely she faced imminent death with great fortitude. But, that said, it cannot end there.    

 

Now there was a time when only heroes, famous writers and sporting “greats” received such an accolade. However, such is the dumbing – down our society has undergone, extravagant praise is accorded to all and sundry without regard to their achievement or their status as a worthy rôle-model. 

 

Though I was  genuinely sad  that a young woman should die in such terrible circumstances, what worries me above all is  that what came over in the  tributes – including  the clergy – was that Jade was “at peace”. Such sentiments are understandable; but that view completely ignores the fact that “peace with God” entirely depends on a person’s response to the Gospel.  The sort of easy, cheap and popular universalism does nobody any good, and in the mouth of the clergy, is a travesty of the Gospel and unworthy of someone who claims to be a servant of God. Having said that, I hope that Jade in her last hours, had put her trust in Jesus, as did the penitent thief on Good Friday. 

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Illustrations that Light up Life

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                                       Rev. E. Anderson

KINGDOM SEEN THROUGH A CHILD

 

In ‘Mark Rutherford’s Deliverance’ the

Author tells a story of a stepchild, Masie, aged ten, whom he tried to like but of whom he could make nothing. “I was ago irritated at her slowness in learning,” he says. “It was, in fact, painful to be obliged to teach her. She was more or less of a locked cabinet to me”.

 

“I tried her with the two or three keys which I had but finding that none of them fitted, I took no more pains about her”.

 

On one occasion they determined upon a holiday, which was a great adventure to them, as their means were small. They to Hastings with an excursion train.  The day was fine; they had brought their food with them, and sat on the sand enjoying the freshness and beauty of the sea. In the afternoon, however, the weather changed, a thunderstorm came on, and in the drenching rain husband and wife and Masie got drenched.

 

When they reached home the mother was feverish, the following day was worse, ands a short time the doctor pronounced that she was suffering from a serious attack of typhoid fever. Rutherford was helpless, but, aided by a neighbour, he understood to nurse his invalid wife. Then came the revelation: the dull useless unresponsive child suddenly disappeared. “What a change came over that child. I was amazed at her. All at once she seemed to have found what she was born to do. Although she was so little she became a perfect nurse. Her levity disappeared; she was as grave is a matron; moved about as if shod in felt, never forgot a single a direction and gave proper and womanly answers to all who called. Never did she relax during the whole of that dreadful time, or show the slightest sign of discontent. . . .

 

“I remember once going up to her cot in the night as she lay asleep, and almost breaking my heart over her with remorse and thankfulness – remorse that I,  with blundering stupidity, had judged her so superficially; and thankfulness that it had pleased God present to me so much of  His divinest grace. I never should have believed, had it not been for Masie, that any grown-up man could so love a child . . . My love to Masie was the love of God himself as He is. I may appear extravagant, but I can only put down what I felt and still feel. I appeal, moreover, to Jesus himself for justification. I have seen the kingdom of God through a little child”.

 

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Leadership Factors

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                                      Rev. E. Anderson

SUNDAY COMPOSERS
By Dr. Michael A. Halleen

“We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. . . . (Let us) use it in proportion to (our) faith.” – Romans 12:6.

Alexander Borodin was a nineteenth century Russian composer, a member of “The Mighty Handful,” a group of that nation’s five leading composers dedicated to producing a distinctly Russian music. His opera, Prince Igor, is thought by some to have been his most significant work.

Borodin, however, always considered himself no more than a part-time musician-a “Sunday composer,” as he called himself. His training and professional career were in organic chemistry. He worked as a researcher in that field, writing scholarly articles and delivering lectures in Russian universities and throughout Western Europe. But on weekends, as a hobby, he wrote string quartets and symphonic poems-and Prince Igor. It’s that music that became his legacy to the world. Likewise . . .

– Socrates was a stonemason who made a good honest, living. But he was a curious man, and in his off hours he asked questions and challenged people to think. Today he’s remembered as the founder of Western philosophical thought.

– Alexander Graham Bell was a teacher whose wife was nearly deaf, and at least in part as an effort to assist her to hear better, he invented the telephone. What started as weekend tinkering to solve a domestic communication problem revolutionized communication for all.

– The Wright brothers built bicycles in Ohio, but when business was slow they fiddled around with the idea of flying. It was just a sideline. Then came that December day in Kitty Hawk, and the Wrights would forever be associated with flight.

– Jimmy Carter was, in many ways, an undistinguished, garden-variety U.S. president. Since leaving office, however, he has achieved greatness in still another career as an international diplomat and humanitarian.
 
The gifts that lie within many are too great to be confined to a single avenue of expression. The interests that drive some spirits are too varied and rich to be satisfied with punching the same clock for forty years. And, for a certainty, the needs of the world go well beyond the contribution any of us can make to meet them in a mere eight hours per day. We need more “Sunday composers.”

Are there dreams still hidden in you? What are you doing next weekend?

 

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