Posted: under "A Slice Of Life".
Tags: ability, anxiety, bat, bird, color, depression, flight, gold, habit, jail, life, light, man, Mathematics, nature, others, prayer, reason, space, stress, test, woman
by Unknown
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If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
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The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
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A Bumblebee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the
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Aug 17 2008
Posted: under Inspirationals.
Tags: angels, belief, cemetery, control, crucifixion, devil, Easter, faith, garden, ghost, God, hand, Heaven, home, hope, House, inspiration, Jesus, language, letter, life, love, Mathematics, rose, satan, scripture, sin, space, spirit, victory, voice, words
Conquered Foes
A story is told about Sin and Death. On the Friday night after Jesus was crucified, Sin came running into the garden where the body of Jesus had been laid in the tomb. Sin cried out, “Death, do you really have Him?”
Death called back from within the tomb, “Yes, Sin, I really have Him. I’ve got my hand on Him. My shroud is around His body.” Sin left.
On Saturday night, Sin went back to the garden and called out to Death inside the tomb, “Do you still have Him? The word is out that He’s going to rise again after three days.” Death replied, “Go home. I’ve got it under control. My hands are on Him, and the stone’s in place. He’s not going anywhere!”
Sin left, but the next day he was back. He found the stone rolled away and Death sitting in the tomb, his head in his hands. “What happened?” Sin asked. “Where is He?” Death said, “Something began to move around in that tomb. Suddenly that stone catapulted from the door, the angels of God filled the space, and Jesus shook me off and rose up out of that shroud, whole, well, and alive!”
“Did He say anything?” Sin asked.
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Jul 21 2008