A Texas preacher, Bob Joyce, tells about a church split that began over an argument at a potluck supper.
The dispute started when one of the sisters brought a congealed salad made from cool whip instead of real whipping cream.
The reminds me of an old story Robert Jackson used to tell about a country church that couldn’t get along. Continue reading
This story may be a legend. I’m not sure. But it’s told that a little child in an African village wandered off into the tall jungle grass and could not be found.
Family and tribe members stomped all day through the thick grass, frantically seeking the lost boy. The end of the day, however, he was not found. The next day someone suggested every tribe member hold hands so they could comb through the grass without missing any area. Eventually they found the body of the child who had died during the cold night.
With tears of anguished the mother cried out: “If only we would have held hands sooner.” Continue reading
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