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It Takes Faith
Abel and Maggie were enjoying a weekend at their grandparents' cabin. While
Grandma went to make hot chocolate, the twins sat with Grandpa in front of the fire and popped popcorn in an old-fashioned, long-handled basket.
"In our class at church today, Peter said his dad doesn't believe you need to have faith in Jesus to be saved and go to heaven. Peter told us his dad says there's no point in having faith in anything."
"And what did your teacher say?" Grandpa asked.
"Miss Wilson said almost everything we do takes faith," Maggie replied. "She told us if we can have faith in people and things, we certainly can have faith in Jesus."
Abel frowned. "I don't know what she means--I'm not even quite sure what faith is. But Miss Wilson didn't have time to explain before the class ended." Abel took the popcorn popper and shook it over the hot coals.
"Why are you holding that over the fire?" asked Grandpa. "And why shake it?"
Abel looked at him in surprise. "It has to get good and hot to make the kernels pop," he said, sitting down on a stool. "I shake it to keep the kernels from staying in one spot and burning."
"Why are you sitting on that stool?" asked Grandpa. "Aren't you afraid it will collapse?"
"Grandpa!" said Abel. "Of course not!"
"So, you have faith that the heat will change the kernels," said Grandpa. "You have faith that shaking them will keep them from burning. And you have faith that the stool will hold you. I'm sure you can think of other things you have faith in too."
Maggie laughed at the astonished expression on her brother's face. "Yeah, Abel. I guess you agree with Miss Wilson after all."
Abel laughed too. "I guess I do."
Grandpa nodded. "Very simply, faith is just believing. Faith in Jesus is believing that what He says is true--even though we may not understand it. It's trusting Him to do what He says He'll do--forgive our sins and give us eternal life."
Abel looked at the popped corn. "If we can have faith in heat and stools, we can definitely have faith in Jesus!"
Erin and her friend Charlotte stopped to look at the window display in a clothing store. Erin turned to her mom, who had come to the mall with them. "Mom, look! That outfit is so cute! Can I get it for my birthday? All the girls wear shirts like that one."
"I like those jeans too," said Charlotte.
"Yeah!" Erin looked hopefully at her mother. "Can I get those, Mom?"
"I don't know," Mom answered. "Things in this store are pretty expensive. I've seen jeans at the discount store that look just as nice. I don't think anyone would know the difference if you had them instead of these."
"Yes, they would!" said Erin. "Everybody is wearing this brand. They'd know if it wasn't the real thing." Charlotte nodded in agreement.
"Well," said Mom, "stores are closing, so we won't be getting anything today." The girls reluctantly turned away from the window.
On the way home, Erin and Charlotte discussed some of the popular clothing brands they hoped to get. Finally, Mom spoke up. "Brand names seem really important to you kids, but are you remembering that you have a name much more important than any brand name you'll find on jeans?"
Erin and Charlotte looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Mom?" asked Erin.
"Brand names on clothes show who made that item of clothing," Mom explained. "We're often eager to show off which company made our shirts and jeans, but what about the name that shows who made us? Jesus Christ saved us from sin and is making us to be more like Himself. Those who trust in Him wear His name--the name Christian. I wonder
can our friends tell that we belong to Christ?"
Erin frowned. "I never really thought about it."
"Me neither," said Charlotte. "I guess we should, shouldn't we?"
Mom nodded. "I know I don't think of it often enough myself, but it's something we all should remember. We wear the most important name of all, and people should be able to see that Jesus has made us new people and that He's filled us with His love."
"I guess that's the most important label," said Erin. She grinned. "And since salvation is a gift, we can wear it for free!"
The Lasting Word
Sophie half-heartedly swung on the porch swing and gazed gloomily at the withering flowers and browning grass. The extra-hot summer had taken effect on the town's usually vibrant and beautiful landscape. Almost all the flower gardens and bright-green lawns now looked wilted and drab. Sophie had been looking forward to enjoying the flowers she and her mother had planted, but there was no hope of that now. They had shriveled up in the dry heat.
Lost in thought, Sophie didn't notice when Mrs. Jenkins, her elderly neighbor, walked up. Only when Mrs. Jenkins stood directly in front of her did Sophie finally come out of her daze.
"Hello there, Sophie! How are you today?"
"Well, I suppose I'm just
okay," Sophie replied.
Mrs. Jenkins tilted her head. "Do you mind if I sit down? I brought some of my lemon bars for you to enjoy."
Sophie managed a smile as she made room for her neighbor. "I would never refuse your famous goodies!"
Two lemon bars later, Sophie had expressed all her woes. Her neighbor replied, "You know, this reminds me of my favorite Bible verse, Isaiah 40:8. It says, 'The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.' Isn't that amazing? As much as we love to see pretty flowers and fresh, green grass, they always eventually die and wither away. But God gave us something that will never pass away."
"What's that?" Sophie asked.
"His Word--the Bible. It will never change and can never be destroyed. It tells us the truth of how Jesus died and rose again to save us and points us to the abundant joy and contentment found only in Him. Even if everything else is going wrong around us--even if all the flowers and trees fade away--the truth of God's Word will stand forever, no matter what."
Sophie thought for several moments. "I have an idea," she said, looking exuberant. "I'm going to start a Bible study!"
Mrs. Jenkins smiled. "Sophie, would you mind if I join you? We could study the Bible each afternoon right here on your porch swing! Of course, we may need to restock our supply of lemon bars to keep us going!" They both laughed as they looked at the empty plate.
Stronger than the Strongest Man
"Wow!" Braxton's eyes went wide as he watched the circus performance. The posters said that the man he was watching was the strongest man in the world. He didn't know if that was true, but the guy sure was strong.
"Think you could do that?" His dad grinned over at him as the man started to break bricks with his hand.
Braxton shook his head. There was no way he would ever be that strong. It would be fun if he could be though.
In church the next morning, Braxton and his family sang about how great and mighty their God was. Braxton couldn't help but think of the man from the circus while singing.
God, are you really mighty like that? Are you really that powerful? He smiled at the thought.
After church, he decided to ask his dad about it. "Is God stronger than the strongest man?" Braxton asked, looking across the living room at his dad.
what?" Dad picked up the TV remote and muted the volume on the football game he had been watching.
"Is God stronger than that man we saw at the circus?" Braxton asked. "Like, really?"
"Yes," Dad said. He seemed surprised that Braxton was even asking the question. "He has done so many powerful things."
making the world?" Braxton asked.
Dad nodded. "And flooding the world. And drying it back up again. Putting a rainbow in the sky. Bringing the sun up into the sky every day. Creating animals, people, the universe--everything there is!"
"And saving all those who trust in Jesus." Braxton's mom stepped into the room. "That is one of the most mighty things God has done."
Dad nodded. "Sending His Son, Jesus, down to earth as a human to die for our sins and then raising Him back to life? Yeah, that was a powerful thing to do. We serve a strong God, Brax. A very strong God."
"He's stronger than anyone?" Braxton asked. "Even the man at the circus?"
His dad smiled. "Even the man at the circus." He flexed a muscle. "And even me."
"Oh no!" Leo exclaimed. "I left my coat at Uncle Juan's house. I think I left it in
"Well, I guess I can't scold you," said Dad. "I left something over there myself--some research books I took along to study during our visit. I knew I should have put them in the car as soon as I was done with them, but I didn't!"
"Mom said Aunt Lola and Uncle Juan are planning to visit us in a couple of weeks," Leo said. "I'll text Uncle Juan and ask him to bring the coat and books then."
Dad smirked. "Why not send him a text with only a Bible reference--Second Timothy 4:13. I think he'll get a kick out of that."
Leo looked puzzled. "Why? What does that say?"
Dad handed Leo a Bible. "Look it up and see!"
Leo found the verse and read it aloud. "Bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas when you come--and the books, especially the parchments." Leo grinned. "I wonder if Uncle Juan would catch on."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll figure it out." Dad smiled at Leo. "I've always liked that verse."
"You have?" Leo asked in surprise. "What do you like about it?"
"Well, it's easy to think the people in the Bible were different from us--that they weren't quite human with the same kinds of needs and problems we have. But that's not true. To me, this verse shows us the human side of Paul, who is writing to Timothy about ordinary things that happened. He needed his cloak and his books, just like you need your coat and I need my books--and like us, he apparently forgot them."
Leo nodded. "So Paul was just an ordinary man."
"Right," Dad replied. "But God used him in an extraordinary way. Jesus gave Paul the strength and courage he needed to tell people about Him, even though he faced a lot of hardship because of it. And He does the same for us so we can tell others about the forgiveness and eternal life Jesus offers them."
"God uses us in extraordinary ways too," said Leo thoughtfully. He grinned. "I'll go send Uncle Juan that text so we can get our stuff back."
Samantha was staring at the mirror in her bedroom when her older cousin knocked on her door.
"Ready to go?" asked Avery. She had agreed to drive Sam to a birthday party across town.
"I don't think I want to go to the party anymore," Sam said. "Mom and I can drop off Juliet's present on the way to church tomorrow."
Avery looked surprised. "Why don't you want to go? You love parties."
"I look ugly," said Samantha. She looked into the mirror and touched her face. "Why did God have to make me with all these freckles?"
Avery sat on Sam's bed. "First of all, you are far from ugly. You have beautiful, curly red hair and big green eyes!"
Samantha frowned. "And brown dots all over my body, fat legs, and ears that stick out! The boys in my class call me Freckle Face and other names."
Avery walked over to Sam and hugged her. "I'm sorry they say things that hurt your feelings--it's wrong of them to do that. But God made you, so you can't possibly be ugly. Those freckles are beautiful because God gave them to you. Your legs are lovely because God shaped them just how He wanted them. And those ears are perfect because God formed them when you were still in your mom's belly!"
Sam turned away from the mirror and looked at Avery. "But I don't feel pretty."
"That's because you're forgetting who you belong to."
"What do you mean?" asked Sam.
"Because you trust in Jesus, you are a child of God, a daughter of the King, formed by the Creator for a special purpose. And there is no one else like you!" Avery brushed Sam's hair from her face. "He made you in His image, and He loves you so much that He sent Jesus to die for your sins so you could be His child."
Sam pulled her hair into a ponytail and then stared at her reflection in the mirror. "If God went to all that trouble to make me special, and if He decided I should have freckles, well--I guess I shouldn't complain."
Avery grinned. "You got that right! Now let's go to a party!"
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