This is a true story of a mother who taught her son how to lie.  The names have been changed, to avoid problems that a story like this can bring.

Ken lived in a little house with his parents and his older brother.  His father worked for the railroad, but he did not make much money.  His job was placing coals in the engines.  He wished to get a better job to give more comfort to his family, but he did not know how to read or write, so he had to be thankful that he had a job.  When the family began to grow, they had to move to a larger house.  They found a large house on the next block.  His wife thought that the house was perfect for them, but Ken's father was afraid that he could not handle the payments on a larger house, and said: "NO!  We have to make it right here.  I cannot pay any more than I am paying right now.  We have to learn to accommodate ourselves in this house no matter how big the family gets."

 Ken's mother didn't agree with that and went ahead and rented the house.  She started to move the furniture by herself, one item at a time, because the house was just a block away from the other house.  When all the furniture was moved, Ken's father had no choice but to move also.  Because this was a larger house, it also needed more furniture.  She started to buy furniture on time payments.  Every month a man would come to the house to collect the payment.  For a while she managed it very well, but after a while things began to happen.  She spent all the extra money on the new baby, and there was no money left for the furniture payments.  When the man came to collect the money, she didn't have it, and told him that she would call him when she got the money.  He went away, but the next day he was back again.  She told him the same thing.  The next time she saw him coming; she told Ken to go answer the door, and tell him that she was not home.  When the man came, Ken opened the door and said to him:
 " My mother said that she is not home."

Ken was only five years old at that time, and did not realize that this was a lie.  He grew up lying, and thinking nothing of it.  When Ken became a man, he became a Seventh-day Adventist, but he never overcame the problem of lying.  Many times he told his wife to say that he was not home just because he didn't like to answer the phone.  When his wife would not lie for him, he would get out of the house as soon as the phone would begin to ring, and shout to her:
 "I am not home."
 Ken has gone to his rest, and only God knows how to judge a person like him.  I hope that he repented before he died, so he could enter in the new city through the gates.  I hope that I will see Ken again when the Lord comes.  Will God blame Ken's mother for Ken's lies? Or was he responsible for a habit that he learned from his own mother when he was a little boy? Parents, be careful how you influence your child and don´t follow the
 example of  the story THE INFLUENCE OF A MOTHER.

A true story

 Dr. Austin was a very interesting young doctor.  He wanted to be loved by his five-year-old daughter more then anything else.  Margaret, his little girl, was a bright and intelligent little girl, with a great sense of humor.  Every night, when Dr. Austin came home from work he would pick up Margaret and dance around the room with her.  After that, he would go bathe himself, and get dressed to wait for supper with his wife and Margaret.  While he waited he would seat Margaret on his lap, and would give her his stethoscope and tell her to listen to his heart.  Margaret loved listening to her father's heart beat.  Every day they would play the same game over and over again.  Then she would go to her mother, and ask her to let her listen to her heart also.  Mrs. Austin let her listen to her heart, but advised her to be careful to not break Dad's stethoscope.  Then Margaret would reply:

 "That is not Dad's stethoscope; that is my own stethoscope.  I am Dr. Margaret Austin!"

 Mrs. Austin went along with that game and replied:

 "I am sorry Dr. Margaret Austin; please forgive me for hurting your feelings!"

 Margaret grew up in a little heaven on earth.  One day, Dr. Austin came home from work and, as he always did, danced with Margaret.  Mrs. Austin was outside caring for her flowers, so the two were home alone.  When Dr. Austin realized that they were home alone, he picked up Margaret and placed her on top of the table.  Then he asked her:  "Margaret darling, sweetheart, my favorite daughter, whom do you love most? Mom or Dad?"

 Margaret smiled a big smile.  Her lips grinned from corner to corner of her mouth.  But she wouldn't say a word.  Her father looked straight to her eyes, and asked the same question again.  Margaret gave him the same big smile, but wouldn't  say  a  word.  Meanwhile  Mrs.  Austin  came  back  from  the  yard  and stood behind her husband while he repeated the same question.  He had no idea that his wife was listening to every word he said.

 "Margaret, my dearest sweet girl, my dream, my rose of Sharon, whom do you love most, Mom, or Dad?"

 Mrs. Austin signaled Margaret to be quiet placing her index finger on her mouth.  At this point little Margaret looked at her mother, and winked at her.

Then she looked at her father and said: "Dad!  I never answered your question before, because I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Just then Mrs. Austin burst out laughing.  She ran to Margaret and swept her out of the table in a delightful embrace.  But Dr. Austin did not like to be defeated, and to gain her esteem took out his stethoscope from of his neck and gave to Margaret saying:

 "Here! that is not a loan any more.  That is my gift to you.  You can have that for the rest of your life.  It is really yours to keep."

 Margaret held the stethoscope and placed it on her own neck.  She looked at her father speechless.   This time she squeezed the stethoscope next to her heart and finally said.

 "Thank you, Daddy, I love you too, but I cannot see how I could love one more than another.  I love  you and mother the same.  I am going to be a real doctor when I grow up.  I am going to use this  stethoscope on a thousand people."

 The three Austins embraced themselves in one big hug.  Margaret did not take off the stethoscope from her neck for a long time.  She had made a decision that would carry her for the rest of her life.

 Margaret went to school with one purpose in mind: she was going to be a doctor!  She practiced memorizing verses in the Bible.  Her parents were always proud of her.  After high school she went to college to prepare for her entry in a medical school.  She did more memory work on the Bible. This time she started to memorize whole chapters.  She memorized Matthew 5, and she never forgot it.  That helped her on all her memory work when she got at the medical school.  She passed all her entry exams, and began her studies of medicine.  She was the only girl in all her classes, and all the boys gave her a rough time.

 When she finished medical school, she decided to further herself in this field, and became specialized in heart problems.  After she completed all her studies, she went to look for a position in a hospital, but nobody wanted to hire her only because she was a woman.  In those days there were very few female doctors, and Margaret had to wait, but finally she was hired in a hospital as a heart doctor, or a doctor of internal medicine.  She thought that now her problems were over, but she was wrong—all the main cases they would give to a male doctor.  They would not give her any important case just because she was a woman.  That was not fair.  She brought her case to the head of the hospital and demanded to be treated equally as the other doctors.  Little by little they started to give her more important cases, and she proved herself to be a real true doctor.

 I met Dr. Margaret Austin when she was 89 years old.  She told me all these stories about her life.  Once in a while she would recite to me the whole chapter of Matthew 5.  I was very impressed with that, so I decided to memorize Matthew 5 also. Tha is one of the most imprecive influence of a father that I know.



By: Leroy Banks

Dreams play an important role in all of our lives.  We all dream.  We all dream of what our life will be like five or ten years from now.  We daydream all the time.
 When we daydream, we have the job and the house we want.  Actually, we don’t get what we want all the time.  Things happen that cause us to come short of our dreams.  In the fictional story that follows, this is the case.
 Andy was an 18-year-old boy.  His father died when he was very young.  He lived with his mother Jaylene in a small town in Maine.  Andy grew up with very few friends.  He didn’t mind, though.  He liked to keep to himself.  It was as if being to himself made him more of a man.
Andy was very bright.  He enjoyed reading about the human body.  He hoped one day to become a doctor.  By the time he reached 12th grade, he had received full scholarships to six universities.  The students had learned to respect him.  He was who he was.  He didn’t care to be different.  If he didn’t fit in with a particular group he understood that it wasn’t meant for him to fit in with that group.

 Kim, Andy’s girlfriend, was like him in so many ways.  They attended the same high school.  They had most of their classes together since the 9th grade, and always had lunch on the same period.  She, like Andy, didn’t care to fit in.  Like Andy, Kim wanted to become a doctor one day.  Andy and Kim often talked about becoming doctors.  When they were together most of their time was spent daydreaming about their future together.  They dreamed to get married and have at least two children.  They both agreed that they should have a nice home, two nice cars, and as a few bills as possible.

 Two weeks before graduation, Kim’s mother, Kesha, lost her job of seven years as a pharmacist at a local hospital.  Within a week she found a job as a pharmacist 800 miles outside of Maine.  Kesha accepted the job.  They were to move right after Kim was to graduate.  This broke both Andy’s and Kim’s hearts.  Although they both agreed to visit each other, they knew they wouldn’t see each other again.
 The night before Kim and Kesha were to leave, Andy and Kim spent time together.  They sat in Kim’s living room.  Just about everything was packed.  Most of the moving boxes were set at the living room.  Andy and Kim sat on the couch in the living room for more than two hours.
 Kim:  “Tonight will probably be the last time we see each other, Andy.”
 Kim said these with tears in her eyes.
Andy: “Don’t say that.  We agreed that we would visit each other, remember?”
Kim:  “Eight hundred miles away, Andy?  It won’t work.  Well, we can try, I mean, you never know.”
Andy:  “It is worth trying.”
As he said that he had a high pitch in his voice.   He had a look of disappointment on his face.  He knew that he was losing ground. He knew that the relationship was over.
Kim looked at Andy and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
Kim:   “Andy, I think you should go.”
Andy:  “No, no Kim.  What do you mean?”
 Andy had a demanding voice.  He was upset.  He didn’t want to believe it.  He wanted to believe that he was dreaming.
 Kim got off of the couch and opened the door.
Andy:  “NO!  I am not going.”
 Andy did not understand it.  Why was Kim being this way?  She was different.  Even when they had arguments, she never told him to leave.
 Kim began to fear him.  She felt that the sooner he left, the easier it would be for both of them.  She felt that Andy was making a bad thing worse by staying.
Andy:  “Why do you want me leave Kim? Why does it have to be like this?”
Kim: “It is just the way things work out sometimes. Andy, you have to go.”
 Her voice was low, but demanding.  She really wanted him to leave.
Andy:   “I don’t want to go!”
 His voice became loud, and he began to throw things on the floor. He picked up one of the moving boxes, which contained dishes and threw it into the wall.
Kim:   “Get out!”
 And she pushed Andy toward the door.  Andy pushed Kim to the floor.  He saw a kitchen knife on the floor near Kim and began to walk toward it.  Kim saw him look at the knife.  She grabbed a hand full of broken glass and threw it at Andy.
 Andy jumped on top of Kim and put his left hand around her neck.  He then grabbed the knife with his right hand and began to stab Kim.  Kim screamed and begged Andy not to kill her, but it was too late because he stabbed her again.
Andy:  “OH, NO! what have I done?”
 He couldn’t believe it.  He had killed Kim.   Now it was over.  All their dreams had been destroyed in that one moment.  It happened so fast.  Andy stood up, dropped the knife and ran out the door.
 Andy ran around the side of Kim’s house and through her backyard.  He jumped Kim’s fence in the backyard and ran down the alley.  He looked at his hands and his shirt as he ran.  They were covered with blood.
“How could I do it?”  Andy said as he ran.  Though Andy was tired and was beginning to run out of breath, he continued to run.  He was almost home.  He began to run faster.  He began to cross the street.  Andy was less than a block away from home.  As he crossed the street, a large pickup truck hit him, and killed him.
 In one day Andy and Kim’s dreams were shattered.  Two young people with promising futures were dead.  Their dreams turned out to be just that,  “DREAMS.”
Galatians 6:7: “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”

MATTHEW 5:21-26

21.    “You have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou      shall not kill; and whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of the judgment:
22.   But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his       brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment: and
whosoever shall say to his brother, Ra-ca shall be in danger of the council: bur whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.
23. Therefore if thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath aught against thee;
24. Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way; first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift.
25. Agree with thine adversary quickly, whiles thou art in the way with him; lest at any time the adversary deliver thee to the judge, and the judge deliver thee to the officer, and thou be cast into prison.
26. Verily I say unto thee, Thou shall by no means come out thence, till thou hast paid the uttermost farthing.





Look inside your heart, and see who is there? The LORD, or the DEVIL?  In Micah 2:1 we read:Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their bed!  When the morning is light, they practice it, because it is in the power of their hand.”

I fully believe that we are living just a few minutes away from the eleventh hour.  These are dangerous times for our living.  We cannot ignore the necessity to be ready.  We read in the book, Last Day Events of E. G. White, page 230 that:

“When probation ends, it will be suddenly, unexpectedly, at a time when we are least expecting it.  But we can have a clean record in heaven, today, and know that God accepts us.”

A clean record in heaven? How do we do that? Well, I think it is very easy.     I think that all we have to do is to keep our eyes focused on Jesus.
I have a friend that confessed to me that he couldn’t wait until he would find a wife in order to have sex.  He said:  “I am burning up with sexual desires.  Every night I get to a point that I cannot control myself anymore. I have to use the last alternative to my problem.”

Stupid me, I should have figured out what he meant, but instead I asked: “What is that?” And he answered: “I do what E. G. White calls a SECRET SIN I cannot ignore my desire.  There is no other solution to my problem.  I have all these desires and no wife, what else can I do?  I could go to a paid girl, but I don’t want to get AIDS.  So don’t you think that I am smart by not going to a paid girl?”

I said: “Look! If you don’t want to get AIDS that is very good, but are you willing to lose eternal life for a few minutes of pleasure?

And he said: “Eternal life? Who said I would lose eternal life, just because I practice that thing that I said before?”

 I told him that he needed to read the Testimonies of E. G. White, and get on his knees, and ask God to forgive him, and that he definitely needed victory over that sin.  When God says: “WOE”, to something, I am sure that He considers it to be very bad, and He is not going to ignore it, and allow a person that does these things to enter His kingdom.  That particular sin is also called evil and iniquity.  We know that there is no place in heaven for evildoers.

Some time ago, before I got maried, a man I met in one of our churches called me on the phone.  I started to tell him about the book I was writing, but he always changed the subject.  He wanted to talk about sex.  I said to him:  “Look! You are a Sabbath school teacher in your church, and why in the world do you keep bringing the subject of sex to me?  You are 24 years old,   don’t you see that I am not interested in talking to you about your sex life?”

Him—“I realize that, but my wife left me.  I have a two-year-old son out off my home, and my ex-wife doesn’t want for me to help him, I am burning up with passion that is why I help myself sexualy.

 Me—  “Wow! I should just hang up on you, but I am not doing to do that. I told him to read Micah 2:1. And I said that I could not talk to him anymore. I said goodbye and hung up.

I believe that a person that has that problem is committing adultery with the devil.  Our bodies are the temples of God, and it is not to be abused in immoral practices.



(By Leroy Banks)

James was the type of man that would do anything to help keep teens from coming to prison.  He often told other inmates that he would give his life to keep just one teen from coming to prison.  So, when the prison director asked him if he would be interested in volunteering time to counsel teenagers, James said that he would do it.  James signed his name in the contract, which stated that he would counsel at least one teen a week.  The prison director took the contract from James’s hand.

James:---Finally I will be a help to someone.
Prison director: ---Yep, I have you scheduled to counsel a teen named Sydney.  He seems to be a pretty good boy, but he just can’t stay out of trouble.

James had a very rough childhood. At the age of six, he watched as his father, drunk and upset, killed his mother.  By the time James was 15, he had a 16-page arrest record.  James had assured himself that anything he wanted to have, he could get by robbing and stealing.  He never thought about the people he stole from.  Although, he always used a gun when robbing people, he felt there wasn’t a need to shoot anyone.
 After many years of robbing people and stealing, James began to experiment with drugs.  His attitude about the way the world worked had changed.  He felt everyone was out to get him.  He started to use drugs on a daily basis.  Nothing mattered to him anymore.
 On his 16th birthday, James decided to rob a bank.  It was the biggest robbery he had ever attempted; he did it as a birthday present to himself.  In the process of robbing the bank, he killed a security guard.  He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.
 While James was in prison, he started to get Bible studies and accepted the Lord as his personal Savior.  He decided to help others as best as he could, so, when the prison director asked him if he would become a volunteer for counseling teenagers, he gladly accepted the task.

James:---When will we meet?------ (David is the name of the prison director)
David:---Today if you would like.
James:---Sure, I mean, I am not busy.   (He was joking)
David:---Huh, OK James, let me see what I can do.

He called the counselor and asked her if the boy she wanted to get counseling was ready.  She told him that he had just arrived at the prison and was there waiting for the session.  He went back to James cell and said to Him:
Good news James, Sydney is already here.  His counselor felt that the sooner he sees the inside of a prison, and gets to talk with to an inmate, the sooner he would straighten up.

James:---I am ready, bring him to me.  I promise I will do my best.
David:   “Don’t go easy on him, James.  Do whatever you have to do; you are allowed thirty minutes.  Remember that I only want to see him here for counseling.  I don’t want to see him here as an inmate.
James:---I will do my best.

The warden escorted James down the hall, into his cell, and closed the door behind him.
 Half an hour later, a warden got James from his cell and took him to a conference room.  The room was 12 by 15 feet.  The only things that the room contained were two tables.  One of the tables had a broken leg and was leaning against the wall.  The other table was quite large; The table was oval shaped and looked as if it was new.  James walked farther into the room.  The warden removed the shackles from James‘ arms and legs.

Warden:---Let me get some chairs.  I will be right back.

James began to look the room over.  First he looked at the floors.  They were spotless. He wondered if they had mopped the floors because of the conference he would have with Sydney, or if they were always that clean.  He then looked at the walls; there were no pictures hanging on any of the walls, but they were clean.  The walls were made of brick and were a dark brown.  James felt that it was a comfortable room.
 “Here we are.”  The warden said as he set two folding chairs by the oval shaped table.
 “Thanks,” James said taking one of the chairs.  He unfolded one of the chairs and sat in it.

David:---Shouldn’t be much longer now, James.  So, what are you going to say to the young fellow?
James:---I don’t know.  I will just tell him how my life was when I was his age. I will try to get him to see that the things he is doing now can only lead to trouble.

James and the warden both looked towards the door. Two men entered.  One of the men was a warden; the other seemed to be no older than 18.  James got out of his chair and walked towards the younger person.

James:---You must be Sydney!  I am James.
Sydney:---Yeah, I am Sydney.

He pulled the chair that James was sitting, and sat down on it.  James walked towards the table, pulled the other chair from the table, and sat down next to Sydney.
 “Half an hour.”  The wardens said as the two of them left the room closing the door behind them.

James:---Doesn’t seem like you want to be here.
Sydney:---Why should I?
James:---I don’t know; didn’t you come to get help?
Sydney:---Do you think I would choose to come to a prison to get help?
James:---Well, why are you here?
Sydney:---Because the judge said I have to be here.
James:---Oh, what did you do?
Sydney:---I shot at a boy named Ted.
James:---For What?
Sydney:---Because I felt like it.

             James could tell that there was a lot of hostility in Sydney.  He began to think back to when he was Sydney’s age.  Although he felt that this should be common ground between them, it was not.  Sydney didn’t want to hear about his life story; it did not impress him that James volunteered time to meet with him.  James started to think to himself.  “What is it that I can tell him that will get his attention?  What is it that I want him to leave here knowing?”  Suddenly he knew what to say.

James:---Did you know that the reason so many teens get into trouble is because    they don’t know God?
James:---You heard me.
Sydney:---What does God have to do with this?
James:--- Everything, drug problems, peer pressure problems, every problem that teens face today, you need to know God.  Do you have a Bible?

              James reached into his pocket and pulled out a little red Bible and gave it to Sydney.

James:---Do you know why I am here?  Did you know that I was just like you at your age?
Sydney:---Yeah, I asked my counselor about you yesterday.
James:---What did he tell you?
Sydney:---It is a she.  She told me that your father killed your mother when you
               were very young.  She told me that you started using drugs and
 robbed a  bank.
James:---Is That all she told you?
Sydney:---Uh, Uh, well no, she said you killed a guard in a bank robbery.
James:---Yep, that is why I am here.
Sydney:---For killing a guard?
James:---No, I am not here because I killed a guard.  I am here because I didn’t    know God.  Do you see what I am saying?  If I had known God when I was your age, I wouldn’t have robbed people, or used drugs.  I would have known that sinning was wrong.  This is why I am giving you
               this Bible.
Sydney:---I used to go to church with my mom before I ran away from home.
James:----That is good, so, you know where I am coming from, don’t you?
Sydney:---Yeah, I do.

            The door opened.  A warden stuck his head into the room and said:
“Five minutes,”  and closed the door.

James:----Sydney, we are allowed two more visits.
Sydney:---No, I won’t need them; I am going to change.
James:----I hope I never see you again.  He placed his hand on Sydney’s shoulder.
Sydney:---Same here.”

Both James and Sydney stood up.  James walked Sydney to the door.  A warden opened the door.  Sydney started to walk out but turned around and gave James a hug.  He then walked out of the room without looking back.  A few minutes later a warden took James back to his cell.  James could now live with himself.  He knew that he had saved Sydney’s life.
James had set himself free.


The ninth commandment is;
“Thou shalt not bearfalse witness against thy neighbor.


According to Webster a parable is a fictitious story pointing to a moral.  My parables are my war against gossip and lies.  One parable is for gossip, and the others are for lies.

Because we are living in a time that is so close to the time when probation ends, I decided to write three parables about gossip and lies.  I want to show our members, how important it is to be ready for Jesus.  I believe he will be here real soon.  I also want to show how easy it is to start gossip.  I have heard and witnessed some of our church members spreading gossip, and even going as far as to commit the deadly sin of lying.  One member advised me to lie in order to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.  I believe that there are some more honest ways of keeping someone from getting hurt, without telling a lie.  Gossip made of truth is just as bad as gossip made of lies. In Proverbs 17:9 we read:

“He that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.” Proverbs 20:19.  “A talebearer revealeth secrets.”

Proverbs11:13. “A talebearer revealeth secrets: but he that is of a faithful spirit concealeth the matter.”

I don’t think that it is a sin to hear a gossip, but I believe that it is a sin to believe it, and to repeat it to someone else.

When Satan was in heaven, he spread gossip about God.  He said that God was not fair.  All the angels heard the gossip, but only one third believed, and only those that believed were cast down from heaven.  To strengthen my point, I decided to construct a parable about gossip, hoping that this parable will make it a little easier for them to see how terrible gossip can be.

Parable one

In a certain city, there was a man that lived a very godly life.  His name was Paul .  Unfortunately, Paul’s son was not the same. Bruce, his son, attended the schools of his church, but as soon as he finished high school he decided to attend a public college.  From there he went to a public university.

After he finished school, he moved to Reno, NV to work there.  He started to gamble, and that became a habit.  He gambled so much that he had to start borrowing money from all his friends.  When he could not pay his debts any more, he ended up in jail.  Bruce called his father, and asked him to send him ten thousand dollars, so he could get out of jail.  But his father thought that it would be good for him to stay in jail and get well from that terrible habit.  That is when Bruce decided on revenge.  He called the pastor of his father’s church, and told him a horrible lie.  This is what he said on the phone:

Bruce - “ Are you the pastor of the SDA church ?”

Pastor “ Yes, I am.  May I help you?”

Bruce - “Yes, maybe you could help me?”

Pastor - “Go ahead tell me, what is it that you want?”

Bruce - “Do you have in your church a man by the name of  PAUL V.?

Pastor - “ Yes I do.  He is one of our elders.”

Bruce - “ I have something to tell you that I never told anybody, not even my mother.”

Pastor - “What is that? “

Bruce - “ My father is a homosexual.  He started to abuse me when I was only four years old, and he continued until I left home.  That is why I moved so far away from home.  I wanted to get away from him as far as possible.

Pastor - “ I am in shock.  I don’t know what to say.”

Bruce - “ Anyway, I have to go.  I will talk to you some other time.  Have a nice day.”

The pastor was in such shock that he had to tell somebody about the news he had just gotten.  He thought that it would be all right to tell his wife, so he told her every thing.  They did not believe the story, but his wife told their daughter.  She did not believe it either, but she told her friend.  Her friend did not believe it either, but she told it to her mother.  And pretty soon the whole church thought that Brother Paul was a homosexual.

One-day brother Paul went to church and came to one of his brothers and placed his arm around his shoulders.  Immediately the brother took his arm off and walked away.  He noticed that most of his friends were avoiding him.  He thought it to be a bit strange, but he gave it all to God.

Of course this is only a parable, but it illustrates how easy it is to start gossip.

I remember a sermon I heard when I was a little girl.

In the sermon the minister compared gossip to a pillow.  This is what he said:

“A certain man had a pillow made of feathers. One day he got tired of his pillow and decided to get rid of it.  He climbed to the roof of a building and cut open the pillow.  He waved the pillow around until all the feathers were scattered.  The wind was blowing, and all the feathers blew away.

Suddenly he felt tired and lay down on the roof.  But his head got tired, and he wished that he still had his pillow.  He got up and began to gather the feathers that fell on the roof.  All he got was a hand full, not enough for the pillow.  He got down and ran all over to find his feathers, but they were all gone.  He would never have the same pillow again.

The same thing is true with gossip.  Even if a person repents, they cannot correct it.  That damage is not reversible.”

That is a story that I never forgot.

God has helped me not to participate in gossip, and it really hurts me to see other people doing it.  One single lie might keep you out of heaven.

In Revelation 22: 14,15.  We read:
“Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.  For
without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a LIE.”

 Also read Proverbs 6:16-19;  8:13; 12:19,22; 19:5,9,22; 26:28; and 30:6,8.

Parable two

There were two friends who went to the same church.  Lets call them Diane and Susan.

Susan was married to an Italian that had something to do with the Mafia, and he persecuted Susan very badly.  He met Diane in one of the meetings held at Susan’s house, and became very friendly with her.  Then he found out that his wife was giving Bible studies to a girl named Linda, who lived in a nearby city, he became very angry and decided to do something about it. He called Diane and asked her if she knew what time Susan gave the Bible study to Linda.

 Diane already knew that Susan was giving the study on Sunday at 4 p.m., so she told him all this information.  Susan’s husband was out of town at that time, and no one could suspect him of any thing.  That was exactly the reason for Susan to give the study on Sunday, for she knew that her husband would not be home at that time, and would not bother her.

On one Sunday she went to Linda’s house and gave her the Bible study.  Three days later the police came to Susan’s house to interrogate her.

Linda had been assassinated, and Susan had been the last person seen at that house.  Susan told the police all about her husband and all the threats he had made.  She also told them about her husband getting friendly with Diane.  She figured out that Diane would be the only person that could give her husband this information.  The police then decided to go to see Diane.

Diane denied everything.  She told the police that she didn’t know a thing about Susan’s Bible studies with Linda. Susan was arrested and sentenced to death.

Of course this is only a parable, but how would you react in a situation like that?  Would you be brave enough to tell the truth?  Is there a time that God would accept a lie?  I say NO, NEVER.  A LIE IS A LIE, and it might cause you to lose your salvation.

Parable three

There were two girls in a certain church academy.  Both girls loved God very much.  One girl’s name was Victoria, and the other was Mary.  Victoria had come from a very distinguished family.  Her father was a sincere Christian doctor that had been blessed with a very godly wife and children, a little heaven on earth with perfect harmony.

Mary on the other hand, belonged to a very poor family where there was no harmony.  Besides, Mary had been in a car accident that had left her with a touch of brain damage.  She had a hard time remembering things, and had a very quick temper.  The two girls, as different as they were, still had to share the same bedroom in the girl’s dormitory.  When Victoria noticed that Mary did not have enough clothing, she took Mary to a nearby store, and bought her a complete wardrobe.  Mary loved God with all her heart, but she had no knowledge of Philippians 2, verse 3.  That says:

“Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind LET EACH ESTEEM OTHER BETTER

Mary prayed three times a day.  Every morning, noon, and sunset time, she would go to the chapel to pray.  All the girls knew what she did, and they liked her for that.  But to Mary that wasn’t enough.  She wanted the same respect the girls had for Victoria.  She wanted that respect no
matter what the cost.  She set herself up to destroy Victoria’s respect.  She waited for the right time to attack.  Victoria had a very expensive camera, and took a whole film of photos of Mary.  She had them developed and gave them to her.

One day Mary asked Victoria to do her homework for her, but when Victoria refused to do it; Mary became furious and started to rip up all the photographs.  When Victoria saw Mary ripping the photos, she felt hurt, but she didn’t want Mary to know she was hurt, so she started to help Mary to rip them up thinking that they were just the photos that she had taken.

When the pieces of the photos fell on the table, Victoria noticed that they were photos of other students also, so she quickly stopped and asked Mary to forgive her, for she didn’t know that they were not just the photos that  she had taken.  But Mary felt her victory at last.  She picked up the little pieces of photos, and showed them to the other students, saying:

“Look what Victoria did to the photos you gave me.”

When the students saw their photos all ripped up, they became indignant with Victoria, and would not have a thing to do with her.  In the hallway some students took the little pieces of photos and displayed them to her.  Victoria’s heart was totally broken.  When she went home, she poured out her heart to her father and told him the whole story.  Her father sat her down next to him, and opened his Bible to Psalms 55. Verse 22.  He read:  “CAST THY BURDEN UPON THE LORD, AND HE SHALL SUSTAIN THEE; HE SHALL NEVER SUFFER THE RIGHTEOUS TO BE MOVED.”

Then he said:  “ Of course you are moved now, but if you give this burden to the Lord; He will take all this pain away.” They prayed together, and she felt much better.

When she returned to school, she still could love Mary.

Could you do the same?  Could you love Mary after that?  I am sure that Jesus could.  And that is what He expects of us.  Always love the unlovable, and you will make it to heaven when Jesus comes.

 These three parables were made by inspiration on real facts that I knew, and only a few things was just my imagination to add the point I wanted to make.  Of course I am sure that you realized that the story of Susan, Diane and Linda was mostly my imagination. The first story was
real up to a point, but the son did not go to the extreme of saying that his father was a homosexual. That part I made it up for a greater emphasis on the effect of gossip, but the rest of the story is true. The story of the photography is mostly a true also.  My friend I only hope that if you have the sin of gossip that you repent before it is to late. The Lord is coming sooner than we know. Our church has reached every country in the world. That is why I fully believe that He will be here very soon.

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Professor Azenilto G. Brito
Ministério Sola Scriptura


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