Just Checking in"

JUST CHECKING IN"



A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn't shaved in a while. His shirt was kinda shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
'What are you doing here?'

The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

'I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU
TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT
YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'

The minister feeling foolish,
Told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime

Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim's prayer:

'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU
TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK
ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.'

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Jim was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
That he's in here all the while

Everyday at noon He's here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK
AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of
your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart

May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you.
Thank you , Brother Mike Wells for this Story .It blessed my heart .

Come To Jesus

Come To Jesus
When life becomes so weary
Every day brings new despair
And you’ve lost your love for living
To a life of barren fare ;
When you’ve nothing left to live for-
And no more tears to cry ;
Come to Jesus , with burdens ,
For a love He won’t deny .

He is waiting to embrace you-
Just a simple prayer away –
And to fill your heart with gladness
To endear your night and day .

For He knows of all you’ve suffered ,
In your journeys through the years ,
And He know of faiths you’ve vanished
To your struggles and your tears .

Come to Jesus and His comforts –
Within calling of your cry ;
Let Him grant new loves ,for sharing ,
And new faiths to journey by ;
Let Him give your life new meaning
And uplift you from despair .
Come to Him –who waits to help you –
At the moment of your prayer .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Please remember , to pray for our shut in and Sarah Gary who was stung 12 times by bees

A Home in Heaven

A Home in Heaven

A round me many are building homes of beauty and wealth
But what of a home in heaven
Where will you live after death:
Are you building a home in heaven
To live in when this life is o’er
Will you move to that beautiful city
And live with Christ ever more.
Long is the road that leads you
To that beautiful home up there
Is work on your home completed
Death may be lingering near.
Are you ready for his coming
Have you been true all a long
Have you finished your building in glory
Will you move to this heavenly home.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

Christian Character

Christian Character

One ship sails east and another sails west ,
By the very same wind that blows;
It’s the set of a sail and not the gale ,
Which determines the way a ship goes .

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate ,
As we sail along through life ;
It’s the set of a soul that determines its goal ,
Not human stress and strife .

If the ship of your soul is out on life’s sea,
Tossed by the storms and distressed;
Set your sail for the harbor, whenever you be ,
And drop anchor in the Haven of Rest .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
Christian Character { Stability , Faithfulness , Persverance