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Take Time
Submitted by Margo Bentzler

Take time to work…it is the price of success.
Take time to think…it is the source of power.
Take time to play…it is the secret of perpetual youth.
Take time to read…it is the fountain of wisdom.
Take time to worship…it is the highway to reverence.
Take time to be friendly…it is the road to happiness.
Take time to laugh…it is the music of the soul.
Take time to dream…it is hitching your wagon to a star.
Take time to LIVE!.

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Under His Wings
Submitted by Floyd Bills

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God's wings... After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree.

Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.

She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast.

Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live...

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge;..." (Psalm 91:4)

Being loved this much should make a difference in your life.
Remember the One who loves you and then, be different because of it.

Palm Monday
Submitted by Julia Townsend

The donkey awakened, his mind still savoring the afterglow of the most exciting day of his life. Never before had he felt such a rush of pleasure and pride. He walked into town and found a group of people by the well. "I'll show myself to them," he thought. But they didn't notice him. They went on drawing their water and paid him no mind.

"Throw your garments down," he said crossly. "Don't you know who I am?"

They just looked at him in amazement. Someone slapped him across the tail and ordered him to move.

"Miserable heathens!" he muttered to himself. "I'll just go to the market where the good people are. They will remember me."

But the same thing happened. No one paid any attention to the donkey as he strutted down the main street in front of the marketplace.

"The palm branches! Where are the palm branches!" he shouted. "Yesterday, you threw palm branches!"

Hurt and confused, the donkey returned home to his mother.

"Foolish child," she said gently. "Don't you realize that without Him, you are just an ordinary donkey?"

Just like the donkey who carried Jesus in Jerusalem, we are most fulfilled when we are in the service of Jesus Christ. Without Him, all our best efforts are like "filthy rags" (Isaiah 64:6) and amount to nothing. When we lift up Christ, however, we are no longer ordinary people but key players in God's plan to redeem the world.

Edited from Hot Illustrations for Youth Talks by Wayne Rice.
Copyright1994 by Youth Specialties, Inc.

Original Poetry by By MakeUs1 (Susan)

The Tree

In the quietness of this hour
As I come before You now
I come into Your presence
And to You I humbly bow.

I try to imagine
Why You would do what You did for me
When You took it upon Yourself
To be placed upon that tree.

Did you hear me as I called
Lord, No!, don't do this for me.
Did you hear me as I cried
Lord I will find another to set us free.

But then, a man came up to me and said,
"Then will you take His place?
Will you die to save me and
The whole human race?"

So I, in all my shame
Took the hammer and the nail.
I began my pounds and beatings
As I watched You grow so pale.

Not one of us stepped forward
Nor paid the price that was due,
When all You did was love us
And say, "They know not what they do".

So Jesus as you hung there
Did you hear me call Your name?
Did You really look past all my sins
And not see all my shame?

The saddest part of all Lord
Is the fact that still some don't see,
That when You died, You died for them
The day You died upon that tree.

~ Susan ~

**My prayer is that you all realize the reason we celebrate Easter.

You Still Embraced Me

Lord, when I couldn't walk,
You allowed me to crawl;
Crawl into Your loving arms
And You Embraced me.

Lord, when I failed You,
and my faith was altered,
You allowed me to come to Your still
And You embraced me.

I am the one who moved; not You.
But because of the mercy of Your Son,
You picked me up where I was,
And You embraced me.

You rush through this temple ~
This one that You have formed.
You saw all my sins BUT
You STILL embraced me.
*Susan*
3-18-99

~Because~

I was lost,
but You found me.
Because You could see tomorrow.

It was dark,
but You shined in the light.
Because You know my heart.

I was falling,
but You picked me up.
Because You saw the hope.

I was broken,
but You had the glue.
Because You held the future.

Now I'm here,
high on this mountain,
Because You rescued me.

Now it's light,
I have a vision,
Because You see me.

I am running
into Your mercy,
Because You love me.

So I will praise You
til I am breathless.
Because You are life.

*Susan*
3-18-99

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