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The Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance in dark and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of
wood, or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs, one woman held hers back,
For on the faces
around the fire she noticed one was black.
The next one looking across the way saw one not of his church,
And
couldn't bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes and gave his
coat a hitch,
"Why should my log be used to aid the idle rich?"
The rich man just sat back and thought of
the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned from the lazy, shiftless poor.
The black
man's face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the
white.
The last man in this forlorn group did nothing except to gain,
Giving only to those who gave was
how he played the game.
Six logs held tight in death's still hands was proof of human sin.
They didn't die
from the cold without, They died from the cold within.
-Author Unknown
My wife and I are from Mingo County in the southwestern part of West Virginia.
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23 Psalms
1: The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2: He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth
me beside the still waters.
3: He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4:
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.
5: Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
6: Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house
of the LORD for ever.
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Pastoring has been the call on my life for many years. My
wife and I have traveled many different places and visited many churches in the US. We have also visited the country
of Brazil and the Philippines.
The friends we have are a blessing from God!
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