WET PANTS

Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of
a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is
going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before,
and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out,
they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God,
this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been
discovered
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is
filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the
boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you,
Lord!'
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The
teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the
other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful.
But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else -
Susie.
She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers,
'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'
May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good..
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PREACHERS KYU'S KORNER
MESSAGES FROM THE BIBLE
Berean Family Forum - Berean COGIC, Inc.
The Berean's - Acts 17:10-14
There was a little boy,
On the week's first day,
Coming home from Sunday School
And wandering on the way.

He scuffed his shoes into the grass
And found a caterpillar.
He found a fluffy milkweed pod
And blew out all the filler.

A bird's nest in a tree above,
So wisely placed on high,
Was just another wonder
That caught his eager eye.

A neighbor watched his crooked course
And hailed him from the lawn.
He asked him where he'd been that day
And what was going on.

"I've been to Sunday School," he said
As he turned a piece of sod,
And picking up a worm, he smiled,
"I've learned a lot from God!"

"That's a fine way," the neighbor said,
"For a boy to spend his time.
"Now if you can tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime."

Quick as a flash the answer came,
The boy said without complaint,
"I'll give you a dollar, Mister,
If you can tell me where God ain't!"

~Author Unknown~
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see
or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air.

   The sound is high above you.

   A trumpet?

   A choir?

   A choir of trumpets?

   You don't know, but you want to know....

So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up...

As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become
a parking lot.  Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky...

Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game
across the street has come to a halt.  Players and parents are searching the clouds
And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
   
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part....

A brilliant light spills onto the earth...

There are no shadows... None.
   
From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen...

Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through
the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
   
   North...South...East...West...


Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets,
you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting,

   "Holy, Holy, Holy..."

The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders
and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
   
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn,
the entire world turns and there He is....

Jesus.
   
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King.

He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud.
He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:
   
   "I am the Alpha and the Omega."
   
   The angels bow their heads...

The elders remove their crowns...
   
And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know:

Nothing else matters...

Forget stock markets and school reports: Sales meetings and football games...

Nothing is newsworthy...

All that mattered, matters no more...

For Christ has come.


The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but not its end.