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"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,
"I'll open up your heart..."
"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed.
"I'll cut your heart open," he continued,
"to see how much damage has been done..."
But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there."
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly.
When I see how much damage has been done,
I'll sew your heart and chest back up
and I'll plan what to do next." "But you'll find Jesus in my heart.
The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there.
You'll find Him in my heart. "The surgeon had had enough.
"I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle,
low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."
 "You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there. "The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in his office,
recording his notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein,
widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant; no hope for cure.
Therapy: painkillers and bed rest.
Prognosis:  here he paused, "death within one year."
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said.
"Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did You do this?
You've put him here; You've put him in this pain;
and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"
The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb,
was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be.
Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain,
and will be comforted as you cannot imagine.
His parents will one day join him here,
and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow."
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter.
"You created that boy, and You created that heart.
He'll be dead in months. Why?"
The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb,
shall return to My flock, for he has done his duty:
I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him,
but to retrieve another lost lamb." The surgeon wept.
The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him.
The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"
"Yes," said the surgeon. "What did you find?" asked the boy.
"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.
                                    Author Unknown

APPEARANCES

               It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People were filling the church to its fullest capacity!
               As they entered, each were given a bulletin filled with announcements, topic of today's
               sermon, what songs they would sing and who to pray for.

               At the end of the line stood an older man. His clothes were filthy and you could tell that
               he had not bathed in days. His face was covered in whiskers where he had not shaved for
               a very long time. When he reached the usher, he removed his tattered old brown hat in
               respect. His hair was a long, dirty, tangled mess. He had no shoes on his feet, and wore
               only soiled, black socks.

               The usher put his fingers to his nose and glared at the old man and said, "Ooh, I'm sorry sir,
               but I'm afraid we can't let you in. You will distract the congregation and we don't allow
               anyone to disrupt our service. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."

               The old man looked down at himself and with a puzzled look on his face, he placed his old
               brown hat back upon his head and turned to leave. He was sad as he loved to hear the
               choir sing praises to the Lord. He loved to watch the little children get up in front of the
               church to sing their little songs.

               He carried in his pocket a small worn out Bible and loved to see if the minister preached a
               passage from the Bible that the old man had underlined.

               He was respectful enough and didn't want to cause any commotion, so he hung down his
               head and walked back down the steps of the big brick church.  He sat down on the brick
               wall near the edge of the church yard and strained to listen through closed doors and
               windows to the singing going on in the church. Oh how he wished he could be inside with
               all the others.

               A few minutes had passed by when all of a sudden a younger man came up behind him
               and sat down near him. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

               He answered, "I was going to go to church today, but they didn't want me there. I guess
               they thought I was filthy and my clothes are old and worn, and because of that they were
               afraid I would disrupt their service. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is
               George."

               The two gentlemen shook hands and George couldn't help but notice that this man had
               long hair like his. He wore a piece of cloth draped over his body tied with a deep purple
               sash. He had sandals upon his feet, now covered with dust and dirt.

               The stranger reached out to touch George's shoulder and said, "Hello, George, don't feel
               bad because they won't let you in. My name is Jesus, and I've been trying to get into this
               same church for years, and they won't let me in either."

               Author unknown

NO MATTER WHAT!

          This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC. There was a
               professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for
               one required class was to spend the entire semester attempting to prove that God couldn't
               exist. His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic.

               For twenty years he had taught this class, and no one had ever had the courage to go
               against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever 'really gone
               against him' (you'll see what I mean later).

               Nobody would go against him because he had a reputation. At the end of every semester,
               on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who
               still believes in God, stand up!"

               In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He
               would say, "...because anyone who does believe in God is a fool, if God existed, he could
               stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to
               prove that he is God, and yet he can't do it."

               And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the lecture hall and it would
               shatter into a hundred pieces.

               All of the students could do nothing but stop and stare. Most of the students were
               convinced that God couldn't exist.

               Certainly, there must have been a number of Christians who had slipped through, but for
               20 years, they went unnoticed and the professor went unchallenged.

               Well, a few years ago, there was a freshman, a Christian, who had to take the class because
               it was one of the required classes for his major. He was well aware of the professors
               reputation and he was apprehensive. He decided that nothing said or done could ever
               shatter his faith, so for 3 months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would
               have the courage to stand up, no matter what the professor said or what the class thought.

               Finally the day came. The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in
               God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300 looked in utter amazement as the
               young man stood up at the back of the lecture hall.

               The professor grinned and shouted shouted, "You FOOL!! If God existed, he could keep
               this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!" He proceeded to drop the
               chalk; but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleats of his
               pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away, unbroken.

               The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man,
               eyes meeting eyes, and then ran out of the lecture hall.

               The young man who had stood up then walked to the front of the room, and shared his
               faith for the next half hour.

               Three hundred students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of his
               power through Jesus.

               "A fool has said in his heart, 'There is no God'." (Psalm 14:1)

               First came faith, then came grace 'the hour you first believed'. With that is prayer to
               maintain that faith, to grow faith, to learn to stand on the Word of God for victory. To be
               able to do 'all things through Christ which strengthens you', including meeting the enemy's
               gaze without a flich. Let the power of God move through you as it moved through this
               young man.

          source unknown

THE FIRE

 Leslie B. Flynn told a story that illustrates a great truth. An orphaned boy was
   living with his grandmother when their house caught fire.  The grandmother, trying to get
     upstairs to rescue the boy, perished in the flames.  The boy's cries for help were finally
  answered by a man who climbed an iron drain pipe and came back down with the boy hanging
        tightly to his neck.  Several weeks later, a public hearing was held to determine who would
         receive custody of the child.   A farmer, a teacher, and the town's wealthiest citizen all
        gave the reasons they felt they should be chosen to give the boy a home.  But as they
       talked, the lad's eyes remained focused on the floor.  Then a stranger walked to the front
         and slowly took his hand from his pockets, revealing severe scars on them.  As the crowd
         gasped, the boy cried out in recognition.  This was the man who had saved his life.  His
   hands had been burned when he climbed the hot pipe.  With a leap the boy threw his arms
  around the man's neck and held on for dear life.  The other men silently walked away,
 leaving the boy and his rescuer alone.  Those marred hands had settled the issue. And so it
  is with Jesus.  His nail-pierced hands remind us that he has rescued us from sin and its
  deadly consequences.
    "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ
 liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the
      faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me."
 Galatians 2:20
- source unknown

DON'T QUIT

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.

Author unknown

Money

Money will buy:
     A bed, but not sleep.
     Books, but not brains.
     Food, but not appetite.
     A house, but not a home.
     Medicine, but not health.
     Amusement, but not happiness.
     Finery, but not beauty.
     A crucifix, but not a Savior.

Author unknown

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