Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, he should do it as one speaking the very words of God. If anyone serves, he should do it with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen. --I Peter 4:10-11
You must act as if it is impossible to fail. --Ashanti ProverbNothing wrong with coloring outside the lines. You’re artists. You don’t make mistakes. You make improvements. --Veggie Tale artist showing how to draw Sheerluck HolmesWhichever way God engineers circumstances, the duty is to pray. Never allow the thought—“I’m of no use where I am”; because you certainly can be of no use where you are not. --Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, October 17, “Greater Works”Science-fiction: Any scientific acclaim that omits God. --Wiley’s Dictionary from the comic strip B.C.After the LORD had said these things to Job, he said to Eliphaz the Temanite, “I am angry with you and your two friends, because you have not spoken of me what is right, as my servant Job has.” --Job 42:7Even though you are no the right track, you will get run over if you just sit there. --Will RogersWRITE where it hurts. FIND the courage to create. --A magnet, with no attributionJesus replied, “You are in error because you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God.” --Matthew 22:29‘Twas midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight,
The sun was shining brightly for it had rained all the night.
‘Twas a summer’s day in winter, the rain was snowing fast,
As a barefoot girl with shoes on, stood sitting on the grass.
‘Twas evening and the rising sun was setting in the west;
And all the fishes in the trees were cuddled in their nests.
The rain was pouring down, the sun was shining bright,
And everything that you could see was hidden out of sight.
The organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir;
When the sexton rang the dishrag, someone set the church on fire.
“Holy smoke,” the preacher shouted, as he madly tore his hair.
Now his head resembles heaven for there is no parting there.
--1930s children’s nonsense rhyme
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