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A Little Boy desperately wanted $100.00. He wanted the money to buy some toys. So he prayed to God for a whole week, but nothing happened. So, he decided to write a letter to God requesting the $100.00. When the Post Office got the letter addressed to God, they decided … to forward it on to the Whitehouse. The President surprisingly received it. He was very impressed, touched, and amused. So, he instructed his aid to send the boy $5.00. He thought $5.00 would be a lot to the little boy. Turns out, the boy was, indeed delighted by the money. He sat down and immediately wrote a thank you note, which read: “Dear God …Thank you very much for sending the money. However, I noticed that for some reason, You had to send it through Washington. I just thought you ought to know, that, as usual … they kept most of it.


TRUE STORY … One day as the Union Pacific Railroad was being constructed, an elaborate trestle bridge was built across a large canyon in the West. Wanting to test the bridge, the builder loaded a train with enough extra cars and equipment to double its normal payload. The train was then driven to the middle of the bridge, where it stayed an entire day. One worker asked, “Are you trying to break this bridge?” “No,” the builder replied, “I’m trying to prove that the bridge won’t break.” I believe that in the same way, the temptations Jesus faced weren’t designed by God to see if Christ would sin, but to prove that He wouldn’t.


In 1989 there was an earthquake that almost flattened the country of Armenia. 30,000 people died in less than four minutes. In the midst of all the confusion, a father rushed to his son’s school. When he arrived he discovered the building was flat as a pancake. The father remembered a promise he made to his son, “No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!” Remembering that his son’s classroom was in the back right corner of the building, the father rushed there and started digging through the rubble. As he was digging, other grieving parents arrived. Everyone else there could see that it was probably useless. So they tried to pull him off of what was left of the school. They told him, “It’s too late!” “They’re dead!” “You can’t help!” “Go home!” Even a police officer and a fire fighter told him he should go home. The man dug for eight hours, then twelve, then twenty-four, and then thirty-six. Finally in the thirty-eighth hour, as he pulled back a boulder, he heard his son’s voice. He screamed his son’s name, ARMANDO!” and a voice answered him, “Dad?” It’s me Dad!” Then the boy added these priceless words, “There are several other kids here with me. I told the other kids not to worry. I told them that if you were alive, you’d save me, and when you saved me they’d be saved. I knew, Dad. ‘No matter what,’ you said, ‘I’ll always be there for you!’ And here you are Dad. You kept your promise!” We serve a God who has promised to always be there for us, and He always keeps His promises too.


Today many people think that truth is relevant to the circumstances. The truth is however, that in God’s eyes truth is truth. What is right is right and what is wrong is wrong. Take the story of the three pigs for example. The truth of the matter is, the story of the three pigs actually originated as a fairy tale from England. The original story was first printed in the 1840’s. The story begins by saying there was an old sow with three little pigs. Momma pig didn’t have enough provisions to feed her three piglets, so she sent them out to seek their fortune. The first little pig – met a man with a bundle of straw, and the little pig built a house with it. But, along came a wolf, and knocked at the door He said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” To which the pig answered, “No, not, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.” The wolf said, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig. That’s how the original story actually goes. The second little pig – met a man with a bundle of sticks, and the second pig built his house, and suffered the same results. The third little pig – met a man with a load of bricks and he built his house with bricks. The wolf fails to blow down the house. The wolf then attempts to trick the pig out of the house by asking to meet him at various places, but the wolf is outwitted each time. Finally, the wolf resolves to come down the chimney, but the pig catches the wolf in a huge pot of boiling water, slams the lid on, and cooks and eats him. –

You need to know that it doesn’t end there. In 1989 a parody developed called, “The True Story of the Three Little Pigs.” The story is told as a narrative by the wolf. The wolf claims the entire incident is a misunderstanding. The wolf says he had gone to see the pigs to borrow some sugar, and by accident he had destroyed the first two houses in a sneezing fit. He ate the first two pigs to not waste food. (Since they’d died in the house collapse anyway) He only attacked the third pig’s house, after the pig had continually insulted him. (The wolf’s family sued for damages and got millions)

Now, not to be out done, in 1992 there was one last telling of the story. The story unfolds in Los Angeles. The wolf is guilty, but the wolf drives a Harley Davidson motorcycle and is able to make a get-away. The first little pig is an aspiring guitarist, the second is a pot smoking dumpster diving evangelist, and the third holds a Master of Architectural degree from Harvard University. In the end, with all three pigs barricaded in the brick house, the third pig calls 9-1-1. John Rambo is dispatched to the scene, and kills the wolf with a machine gun. (Disclaimer pigs and wolves can’t talk or build, or anything like that.)\

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