Three guys were given government trials.
Two guys had fair trials.
One guy didn't.
Three guys were whipped and beaten.
Two guys had it coming.
One guy didn't.
Three guys were given crosses to carry.
Two guys earned their crosses.
One guy didn't.
Three guys were mocked and spit at along the way.
Two guys cursed and spit back.
One guy didn't.
Three guys were nailed to crosses.
Two guys deserved it.
One guy didn't.
Three guys agonized over their abandonment.
Two guys had reason to be abandoned.
One guy didn't.
Three guys talked while hanging on their crosses.
Two guys argued.
One guy didn't.
Three guys knew death was coming.
Two guys resisted.
One guy didn't.
One.
Two.
Three guys died on three crosses.
Three days later.
Two guys remained in their graves.
One guy didn't.
Remember The Duck
There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.
And he was given a slingshot to play without in the woods.
He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target.
Getting a little discouraged; he headed back to dinner.
As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of
impulse, he let fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it.
He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in
the woodpile, only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen
it all, but she said nothing.
After lunch that day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."
But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the
kitchen today, didn't you Johnny?" And then she whispered to him,
"Remember, the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes. Later Grandpa
asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said,
"I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." But Sally smiled
and said, "Well, that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted
to help." And she whispered again, "Remember, the duck?" So Sally
went fishing and Johnny stayed. After several days of Johnny doing
both his chores and Sally's, he finally couldn't stand it any
longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he killed the duck.
She knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know.
You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing.
But because I love you, I forgave you. But I was just wondering
how long would you let Sally make a slave of you."
I don't know what's in your past. I don't know what one sin the
enemy keeps throwing up in your face. But whatever it is, I want
you to know something. Jesus Christ was standing at the window.
And He saw the whole thing. But because He loves you, He has
forgiven you. Perhaps He's wondering how long you'll let the
enemy make a slave out of you. The great thing about God is that
He not only forgives, but He forgets!
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