Just One Drop ~by Linda
Kling
Just one drop of poison in a vast reservoir wouldn’t do any harm, the
death merchant reasoned. For $50, would you throw it in? I laughed at him. I didn’t want
to risk polluting the water we all must drink from. How about $500? I wondered, was this guy serious?
Even though such a tiny bit of the noxious fluid couldn’t really hurt,
it was sort of a ridiculous thing to suggest. What would it take to persuade you? $5,000? $25,000? He pressed on.
$100,000 a year plus paid vacations?
Think of all the people you could help with that kind of money. Now, he was starting to make more sense. Could it perhaps, be worth a minor compromise, a small
infraction, to be able to be in the position to give aid to many? Weren’t there cases when the end did justify
the means? Besides, it was just one drop
of poison---easily diluted by such a vast reservoir. But it was only after I had succumbed to his abundant persuasion that I
noticed all the other people walking away from the water banks, with empty
vials of poison and pockets full of the wages of sin. |
Let Us Negotiate A hunter raised
his rifle and took careful aim at a large bear. When about to pull the trigger, the bear spoke in a soft soothing
voice, “Isn’t it better to talk than to shoot?
What do you want? Let us
negotiate the matter.” Lowering his rifle, the hunter replied, “I
want a fur coat.” “Good,” said the
bear, “that is a negotiable question. I
only want a full stomach, so let us negotiate a compromise.” They sat down to
negotiate, and after a time the bear walked away alone. The negotiations had been successful. The bear had a full stomach, and the hunter
had his fur coat. Satan says to you, “Let us negotiate.” But there are some things that cannot be negotiable. We cannot compromise the church with the world. Christ and His church deserve our very best and utmost loyalty. |
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A Lion Met A Tiger A lion met a tiger As they drew beside a pool, Said the tiger, “Tell me why You are roaring like a fool.” “That’s not foolish”, said the lion With a twinkle in his eyes “They call me king of beasts Because I advertise.” A rabbit heard them talking And ran home like a streak; He thought he’d try the lion’s plan But his roar was just a squeak A fox came to investigate—
Had luncheon in the woods So when you advertise, my friend, Be sure you’ve got the goods. |