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Each week Bro. Dennis Ingle has a short message in the Sunday Bulletin. This “Blog” is made from these bulletin entries and also messages he posts on Facebook.

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April 15, 2018, 9:00 AM

Only Three Minutes!

I went to see a young man who was near his end. Seeing the time was short, I came at once to the all-important subject:  "Friend, I see that you are very ill, are you prepared for what is before you?" "Wish I only were," he replied, giving me a look of dispair. "If I could but be spared for two or three weeks I believe I might be prepared, but the doctor tells me I cannot live but for only a few hours probably." "Three weeks,"I said, "why do you want three weeks?" Then he went on to give me his idea of preparation and conversion, and added, "All of which must occupy some weeks." "What!" I exclaimed. "Three weeks in order to be saved? Let me tell you that you may be saved, yes, in three minutes," and so saying I opened the Word of God and read, "As many as received him to them he gave the power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name." Inviting Jesus into his heart, he was saved instantly! Shortly, he went into eternity thanking and praising the Lord for saving him!




April 8, 2018, 9:00 AM

The Right Side

The self same net, and the self same lake,
And it seemed there was nothing left to take;
But the Master said, "Let down your net!"
What happened the world can never forget
Ah, the story thrills us even yet!
So many the fish, yet the net did not break.

Thus spake the Master, "The right side try,"
And the men who had watched the night go by
With never a fish for their patient quest,
With never an hour for needed rest,
Gave heed at once to their Lord's behest,
And the miracle saw the great supply!

When blessings seem scarce, and growing less,
And our trying results in fruitlessness,
A right side still is surely at hand,
I f the heart, attent for the Lord's command,
But follow the course that He has planned,
Ah, then shall we see how His hand can bless.
                                                             Wm. M. Runyan

 




April 1, 2018, 8:00 AM

I Feel It In the Air!

I know it's Easter time again,
I feel it in the air.
The breath of spring with woodsy tang,
And new life everywhere.
And spring glides on with magic touch
O'er mountain side and glen;
And wakens all sleeping plants
For Easter time again.

The brooklets leap from rock to rock,
As if in joyful play;
The flowers peep from darkened tombs
To welcome Easter Day.
The birds are swinging on the boughs,
And trill in ecstasy;
They seem to show the world's great joy
Of Easter mystery.

Why should we dread the thing called death?
It's just an open door,
Where all within is love and peace
And joy forever more.
"Because I live, you shall live,"
We hear the Savior say.
Let's consecrate our lives anew,
On this glad Easter Day.
                                                          Edna Reed




March 25, 2018, 9:00 AM

Beside The Cross

Opress'd with noonday's scorching heat,
To yonder Cross I flee;
Beneath its shelter take my seat;
No shade like this for me!

Beneath that Cross clear waters burst,
A fountain sparkling, free;
And there I quench my desert thirst;
No spring like this for me!

A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent;
No Home like this for me!

For burdened ones a resting-place
Beside that Cross I see;
Here I cast off my weariness;
No rest like this for me!
                                    Horatius Bonar


 




March 4, 2018, 9:00 AM

Glorying in the Cross

   All who have heard the sacred hymn, "In the Cross of Christ I Glory," love it; and it adds to its beauty to learn about how it was written. Sir John Bowring, the noted naturalist, linguist, statesman, financier, was the author. This gifted man was at once the governor of Hong Kong. It was he who invented the florin, and two-shilling piece greatly used in England. He could write in thirteen different languages and dialects. His education was of the right sort, for it led him to a deeper worship of the Crucified Christ.
   One time when he was in the Orient, he was gazing at a tract of land which had been devastated by an earthquake. He noticed the tower of a church standing among the ruins. and on top of the tower a cross. The sight of this prompted him to write the great hymn.
   In the misted of disasters one only needs to look at One who died on the cross, for He holds all power and deserves all the glory.


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