You Are Making A Difference
by Terry Broome
Do you ever get the feeling that you’re just not needed? Sometimes we judge ourselves so harshly that we find no “redeeming” qualities about our lives. One thing I’ve learned in life is that things may be in the “working” directly resulting from someone’s influence/ action/ choice of direction. I don’t know of anyone who has absolutely no influence on at least someone around them. Even if you happen to be the one person who has absolutely no tie with any family member, no involvement in any work that you consider essential to mankind, even you have the ability to directly affect others by choices you make.
He Paid A Debt He Did Not Owe
by Terry Broome
Stories float around through the years, and they’re often repeated as parables of modern day life with spiritual application. I don’t know who first told the following story, but I had the good fortune of hearing it many years ago.
Lessons From A Watermelon
by Terry Broom
“For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness; Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them; for God hath showed it unto them. For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:” (Romans 1:18-20).
It’s Not Too Late to Change
by Terry Broome
You might have overheard someone make a similar statement as the man in a bus terminal who was heard to say to his friend, “Been doing it for thirty years. Too late to quit now.” I have no idea what the practice was he spoke of, but in some way it appeared to be a vice that he didn’t feel capable of breaking at this later point in his life. What a defeated attitude this represents. How tragic for anyone to succumb to allowing something to gain control of his life to the point that he is helpless to deal with it.
I Can Sleep When The Wind Blows
by Terry Broome
The story is told of a young man who answered an advertisement in the local newspaper for help wanted at a nearby farm. The farmer asked the young man what his credentials were, to which came the slow reply, “Well, not much of any, but I CAN SLEEP WHEN THE WIND BLOWS.”