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Rev. E. Anderson

NEWSNIGHT

by Manuel Almada

He knows his clients only by voice.

Every day at 6 p.m. Raymond Flagg picks up the newspaper and wheels himself over to the telephone.

‘Hello, Mrs Flower,’ he says, ‘are you ready for today’s report? Well, first, there’s the death of Hal Thompson, aged seventy-three, of New Bedford. He was a lawyer. Did you know him? Oh, I’m so sorry.’

‘There’s a happy item about Mrs John Owens. She had a baby boy.’

And so it goes. Ray Flagg is a news broadcaster with a unique audience, and one of the most appreciative: one blind person at a time. Each evening until late, Flagg is busy telephoning his blind clients to read them items from the local newspaper, the New

Bedford Standard Times.

He knows his clients only by voice: their ages range from fifty-eight to seventy-eight. There is no charge for Flagg’s services. He feels that what he does is its own reward.

This helps and cheers me as I hope it helps and cheers them, too. What would I do if I were all alone?’

There was a time when he was. When his wife died in March 1965, the world became an empty place for Raymond Flagg. Overnight, the modest first-floor apartment where the couple had lived for twenty-six years became a painfully lonely place.

Flagg, now sixty-five, had no alternative but to stay in the NEWSNIGHT apartment. He is confined to a wheelchair: when he was a child, infantile paralysis crippled his body but not his spirit.

One day, something a friend said gave Flagg the idea that has helped fill the aching void left by his wife.

‘Blind people like to know what is in the daily newspaper but have no one to read it to them,’ the friend had remarked.

Ever since, Flagg has been reading the papers to his blind friends: bringing the world closer to them and to himself.

Flagg is self-sufficient. He cooks his own meals and does his own housekeeping. A tiny pension supplies his needs. He is most grateful fat that independence. ‘I don’t need help. Thank God for that.’

The man who is grateful to God for not needing help from others is equally grateful for the privilege of being able to help others.

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Rev. E. Anderson

BUILD ARIGHT

November 25, 1895, a cornerstone of ice was laid in Leadville, Colorado—the beginning of the largest ice palace ever built in America. In an effort to bolster the town’s sagging economy, the citizens staged a winter carnival. On New Year’s Day of 1896, the town turned out for the grand opening.

The immense palace measured 450 x 320 feet. The towers that flanked the entrance were 90 feet high. Inside was a 16,000-square-foot skating rink. But by the end of March, the palace was melting away, along with the hopes of Leadville. You see, the tens of thousands of visitors who were anticipated to come did not, and those who did come spent very little, leaving the town’s economy in shambles.

Many people today also build their own “ice palaces” that eventually melt away. Perhaps they’ve trusted in money for their security. Maybe they’ve become co-dependent with another person to the point where they trust in them for everything. Or, it’s possible they’ve allowed their possessions—their home, their car, or their “toys”—to become their idols.

Each of these things will melt away when summer comes. Money won’t last forever;  people will let you down; and your possessions won’t follow you to heaven! So instead of building castles of ice, build your life on the rock of Jesus Christ so that when summer comes, you’ll be standing strong!

 Ask God to reveal to you things you’ve built your life on that have no eternal significance and make sure you build with and on Christ.

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LAWNMOWER FUNNY

A couple’s lawn mower was broken, and the wife kept hinting to her husband that he should get it repaired. But the message never sunk in. She finally thought of a way to make her point.

One day the husband arrived home to find her seated in the grass busily snipping away with a pair of scissors. He watched silently for a short time, and then went into the house.

He returned a few moments later, handed her a toothbrush and said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the sidewalk.”

The doctors say he should be able to walk again, but always have the limp. 

BILLY GRAHAM FUNNY

Billy Graham was returning to Charlotte after a speaking engagement and when his plane arrived there was a limousine there to transport him to his home.

As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the driver. “You know,” he said, “I’m 87 years old and I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?”

The driver said, “No problem. Have at it.”

Billy gets into the driver’s seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap. The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone. The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo. He then got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure.

The young trooper walked up to the driver’s door and when the glass was rolled down. He was surprised to see who was driving. He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor.

“I know we are supposed to enforce the law…but I also know that important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person.”

The supervisor asked, “Is it the governor?”

The young trooper said, “No, he’s more important than that.”

The supervisor said, “Oh, so it’s the president.”

The young trooper said, “No, he’s even more important than that.”

After a moment, the supervisor finally asked, “Well then, who is it?”

The young trooper said, “I think it’s Jesus, because he’s got Billy Graham for a chauffeur!”

A CHILD FUNNY

5-year-old Johnny was in the kitchen as his mother made supper one evening. So she asked him to go into the pantry and get her a can of tomato soup. But he didn’t want to go in alone. “It’s dark in there and I’m scared,” he told her.

S0 she asked again and he persisted. Finally she said, “It’s okay—Jesus will be in there with you.” Johnny walked hesitantly to the door and slowly opened it. He peeked inside, saw it was dark, and started to leave when all at once an idea came. So he said, “Jesus, if you’re in there, would you hand me that can of tomato soup?”

TODAY’S THOT

My wife turned the dishwasher into a snow shovelling device…she handed me a shovel

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