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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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December 17, 2017, 9:00 AM

What Each One Did

In the rude stable cold,
The friendly beasts their stories told:
"I," said the dondey, shaggy and brown,

"Carried His mother up hill and down,
Carried her safely to Bethlehem town."
"I," said the cow all white and red,
"Gave Him my manger for His bed,
Gave Him my hay to pillow His head."

"I," said the sheep, with the curly horn,
"Gave Him my wool for His blanket warm,
He wore my coat on Christmas Morn."
"I," said the camel, all yelow and black,
"Over the desert, upon my back,
Brought Him a gift in the Wise Men's pack."
"I," said the dove, "from the rafter high,
Cooed Him to sleep, that he should not cry,
We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I."
In the stable darkness, was able to tell
Of the gift he gave to Emmanuel.

                      Robert Davis

December 10, 2017, 9:00 AM

Why He Was Laid in a Manger

   Thank God, none are too bad or too low-down to take Jesus Christ into their hearts. There was once a drunkard who wakened one morning in a strange kind of bed, feeling something near him warm and soft. Finally it dawned on him that he was in a stable close beside a cow. He laughed grimly as he thought of breakfast. In his mind he went over those who might be persuaded to help him with a meal. "No, I can't ask any of them, they would say I have fallen too low." Then he heard the bells ringing and began to realize it was Christmas Day. "What was that story about shepherds - the angels - and a manger?" Well, he wasn't the first one who had slept in a stable. He thought, "Maybe the reason He slept in a manger was so He could help a fellow like me - a fellow too low for anyone to help." There and then the poor outcast knelt and prayed the prayer of the publican, "God, be merciful to me a sinner."

December 3, 2017, 9:00 AM

It Goes Deeper Than The Hands

This is a story of a colored man who came to a watchmaker and gave him the hands of a clock, saying, "I want yer to fix up dese hans. Dey jes' doan' keep no mo' kerrec' time mo den six monfs." "Where is the clock?" answered the watchmaker. "Out at de house on Injun Creek." "But I must have the clock." "Didn't I tell yer dar's nuffin' de matter wid de clock 'ceptin' de hans? And I done brought em' to you. You jes want the clock so you can tinker with it and charge me a big price. Gimme back dem hans." And so saying, he went off to find some reasonable watchmaker. Foolish as he was, his caution is very like that of those who try to regulate their lives without being made right on the inside. And their reason for not putting themselves into the hands of the Lord is very similar to the reason the colored man gave.They are afraid the price will be too great. They say, "We only wish to avoid this or that habit." But the Master Workman says, "I can't regulate the hands unless I have the heart."

November 26, 2017, 9:00 AM

What Would He Say?

If He should come to-day
 And find my hands so full
  Of future plans, however fair,
   In which my Savior has no share.
What would He say?

If He should come to-day, 
 And find my love so cold,
  My faith so very weak and dim
   I had not even looked for Him.
What would He say?

If He should come to-day
 And find that I had not told
  One soul about my Heavenly Friend
   Whose blessings all my way attend.
What would He say?

If He should come to-day
 Would I be glad, quite glad?
  Remembering that He died for all
   And none through me had heard His call,


November 18, 2017, 1:41 PM


We plow the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in the winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft, refreshing rain.

He only is the Master
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The wind and waves obey Him;
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children,
He gives our daily bread.

We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
Accept the gifts we offer,
For all Thy love imparts,
And, what Thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
                       Matthias Claudius


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