by Julia Sickler
The morning sun was growing warmer, and from his rocky vantage point, the old man could see the waves gradually subsiding, their quiet washing starkly different from the wild tumult of only moments before. Gone was the long night of chaos: the sea torn in two by the blast of the Almighty, the rushing cliffs of water that hovered for hours above them as the multitude poured through to safety, the roaring column of fire that separated them from their pursuers and lit their way through the gleaming walls.
Now all was still.
by Todd Arnold
Does leadership training have a place in the church? Some embrace it; others have legitimate concerns. Illustrations from the life of Solomon, Zerubbabel, John the Baptist, and Jesus provide insight to answer this question.
Aug. 13: Attended Beavertown for a Youth Missions update from Denver, Honduras and Romania. God used the groups in a powerful way to advance his kingdom. Souls were saved and others encouraged to keep following God.
Aug. 15: Enjoyed the PVBI Auction meal with Bro. & Sis Zechman, Bro. & Sis Raub and Bro. & Sis Shuey. Rhoda did a great job preparing the meal. The fellowship with our friends was special as always.
by Robert Booth
I once visited a gentleman who had been attending the Gospel Center for over thirty years. As we talked, our conversation turned towards the many physical problems that he had encountered over the years. Near the end of our conversation, he said these words: “I am so glad that there won’t be any hospitals in heaven."
by Kent Engle
You don't have to be Daniel Boone to experience some very strong emotions while engaged in the pursuit of the elusive whitetail giant.
When I took the SD card out of my Moultrie game camera, I hardly expected to see more than a bunch of worthless squirrel shots — and if I was lucky, a doe or two. The monster 10-point swaggering through the 10-second video seemed like a surreal dream! I couldn't believe this guy was actually in Pennsylvania, much less on my camera!
by Barry Arnold
I have precious memories of several different paths that I have trod in my childhood. Some strike fear, some laughter and others real delight. In the area where I grew up, there was a small picnic grove where we enjoyed family fun. This grove, of course, had no faucets or plumbing. But how well I remember, what seemed as a boy, such a long path through the woods to the mountain spring.
by Fred Bennett
Ashley arrives home from school. As she comes in the back door after skipping through the neighbor’s yard, she shouts, “Is there anything to eat?” From deep in the apartment comes a voice saying, “You are just like your father. Always looking for handouts.” Ashley shrugs and, without saying a word, turns and wanders toward the street with her head down. It’s one of those days. She puts in her earbuds and walks down the street.
by Timothy Cooley, Sr.
Gideon fluffed the grain lightly and a tiny cloud of chaff flitted along the ground. He glanced around cautiously. Gone were the days when he could gather the whole family together with all the farm hands at threshing time for the work party that was always topped off with a joyous feast. Gone was the joy of harvest time when a man could throw a shovel full of grain high into the breeze and the whole party would erupt with raucous cheers.
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