Please come home
A Max Lucado Story
Longing to leave her poor Brazilian neighborhood, Christina wanted to see the world. Discontent with a home having only a pallet on the floor, a washbasin, and a wood-burning stove, she dreamed of a better life in the city. One morning she slipped away, breaking her mother's heart.
Knowing what life on the streets would be like for her young, attractive daughter, Maria hurriedly packed to go find her. On her way to the bus stop she entered a drugstore to get one last thing. Pictures. She sat in the photograph booth, closed the curtain, and spent all she could on pictures of herself. With her purse full of small black-and-white photos, she boarded the next bus to Rio de Janeiro.
Maria knew Christina had no way of earning money. She also knew that her daughter was too stubborn to give up. When pride meets hunger, a human will do things that were before unthinkable. Knowing this, Maria began her search. Bars, hotels, nightclubs, any place with the reputation for street walkers or prostitutes.
She went to them all. And at each place she left her picture—taped on a bathroom mirror, tacked to a hotel bulletin board, fastened to a comer phone booth. And on the back of each photo she wrote a note. It wasn't too long before both the money and the pictures ran out, and Maria had to go home.
The weary mother wept as the bus began its long journey back to her small village. It was a few weeks later that young Christina descended the hotel stairs. Her young face was tired. Her brown eyes no longer danced with youth but spoke of pain and fear. Her laughter was broken. Her dream had become a nightmare. A thousand times over she had longed to trade these countless beds for her secure pallet. Yet the little village was, in too many ways, too far away.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes noticed a familiar face. She looked again, and there on the lobby mirror was a small picture of her mother. Christina's yes burned and her throat tightened as she walked across the room and removed small photo. Written on the back was this compelling invitation. "Whatever you done, whatever you have become, it doesn't matter. Please come home."
The Gospel : Some of you may have
seen the movie called "WINDTALKERS”.
In 1942, the US Army recruited and trained 29 young Navajo Indians and sent
them to a base surrounded in secrecy. These people. who were called "WINDTALKERS."
They where asked to devise a special code in their native language that the
enemy couldn't break.
They succeeded, and the code was never broken. It secured and greatly speeded
up war communications. For 23 years after the war. That secret code remained
classified in case it might he needed again.
What a contrast to the message of the Gospel of Christ. The Gospel is not presented
to us in some unbreakable code…Impossible to understand. God has spoken
The message of God's love and salvation is being Preached and shared clearly
Across the World in every tribe and tongue the Gospel is still going out.
Who is Jesus Christ?
Who is Jesus Christ? The God-man -- the most unique Person who ever lived.
The awesome Son of God!
Some time ago a lady wrote me a true story of an event that happened in a Christian
A kindergarten teacher was determining how much religious training her new
students had. While talking with one little boy, to whom the story of Jesus
was obviously brand new, she began relating His death on the cross. When asked
what a cross was, she picked up some sticks, and fashioning a crude one, she
explained that Jesus was actually nailed to that cross, and then He died. The
little boy with eyes downcast quietly acknowledged, "Oh, that's too bad."
In the very next breath, however, she related that He arose again and that
He came back to life. And his little eyes got big as saucers. He lit up and
exclaimed, "Totally awesome!"
Charles Swindoll, (Growing Deep in the Christian Life)
Today Jesus Christ is being dispatched as the Figurehead of a Religion, a mere
example. He is that, but he is infinitely more; He is salvation itself, He is
the Gospel of God. — Oswald Chambers
The Land of begin again.
Warren Bennis once wrote about a promising junior executive at IBM who was involved
in a risky venture for the company and ended up losing ten million dollars in
the gamble. He was called into the office of Tom Watson, Sr., the founder and
leader of IBM for forty years, a business legend.
The junior exec, overwhelmed with guilt and fear, blurted out,
"I guess you've called me in for my resignation. Here it is. I resign."
Watson replied, "You must be joking. I just invested ten million dollars
educating you; I can't afford your resignation."
"I wish there was some wonderful place
Called the Land of begin again.
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches
and all our poor selfish griefs
Could be cast like a shabby old coat at the door
And never be put on again
I wish there was some wonderful place
Called the Land of begin again."
Well, there is such a place. It is at the foot of the Cross of Christ. Peter
began again and so can we. We can get up from your past failures and go on to
become all God wants us to be.
"I've tried in vain a thousand ways
My fears to quell, my hopes to raise;
But all I need, the Bible says, is Jesus.
My soul is night, my heart is steel,
I cannot see, I cannot feel,
For life, for light, I must appeal to Jesus.
He died, He lives, He reigns, He pleads,
There's live in all His words and deeds,
All-All the guilty sinner needs is Jesus.
Though some will mock, though some will blame
In spite of fear, in spite of shame,
I'll go to Him, because His name is