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.”
What Will You Do With Jesus
by Terry Broome
The greatest person of history is Jesus Of Nazareth. His life has attracted more attention, raised more questions, and given more hope and consolation to mankind than that of anyone else who ever walked the earth. He revealed marvelous things concerning himself. Note what He had to say as to who He was:
Prayer in Christian Worship
by Terry Broome
For too many people, prayer is saved primarily for use as one of the “acts” of worship and for special offerings before eating our food. Some fail to do either. For too long skepticism has clouded our faith in prayer. To the Christian, prayer must become far more a “way of life” than merely a step in satisfying a requirement of Christian worship.
Hope
by Terry Broome
It’s a simple word but a very encompassing thought arrives from it. “Hope.” Years ago, I learned that a big difference exists between “just wishing” and “real hope.” As a child I used to wish I would get all sorts of expensive things for Christmas, but I knew there wasn’t much reason to hope for those things as they were out of my family’s financial reach. Kids still do that, don’t they? In spite of our spending more on Christmas than we ever imagined we would, we still can’t produce everything on their “wish list.” Hope gets us down to reality – to where we have some strong and reasonable expectation of receiving a thing. Where there is reasonable expectation, we can hope for these things.
What A Fellowship. . .
by Terrt Broome
These are the first words of an old hymn that we don’t sing so much anymore, but one which portrays the great joy a Christian can have when in a rightful relationship with the Lord. I remember them well from when I was a child singing to the top of my lungs:“What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;