How Poor Are You?

A father who was very wealthy took his son on a trip to the Southern states with the firm purpose of showing his son how “poor people” live. They spent a couple of days on a farm of a poor relative. On their way home, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?” The son answered, “It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see the way poor people live?” the father then asked.

“Oh, yes!” the son said.

The father then asked, “So what did you learn from the trip?”

The son replied, “I saw that we have just one dog and they have four. We have a pool in our backyard and they have a creek with no end. I saw that we have lanterns in our yard but they have a sky full of stars at night. I saw that our patio reaches to our front yard but they have the whole horizon before them. I saw that we just have a small lot to live on but they have fields as far as the eyes could see. I saw that we have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, but they have friends.”

With this the father was speechless.

The son then added, “Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.”

The moral of this story is: Too many times, in our blindness and pride, we concentrate on what we do have and on what others don’t have. Each one of us needs to be thankful for what we have instead of worrying and always wanting more. Learn to live joyfully at all times.

-Author Unknown

Pastor George Belobaba

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The Grocery List

A poorly dressed woman with a defeated look on her face walked into a grocery store and asked the owner if he would let her charge a few groceries. She explained that her husband was very ill and that she had seven children. The grocer scoffed at her request and asked her to leave the store. “Please, sir,” the woman said, “I will bring you the money as soon as I can.” The grocer said, “No.” Standing beside the counter was another customer who had overheard the conversation between the two. He walked over to the owner and said, “Give her what she needs and I will foot the bill.” The grocer reluctantly asked the woman if she had a grocery list. “If you have,” he said, “put it on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.”

The women hesitated for a moment. Then she reached into her purse, pulled out a slip of paper, wrote something on it, and put it on the scale. The eyes of the grocer popped when the scales went down and stayed down. He kept piling on groceries and more groceries and the scale wouldn’t balance. Finally the scales could hold no more. In utter disgust, he grabbed the piece of paper and looked at it with great amazement. It was not a grocery list at all. The woman had written a prayer request which read, “Dear Lord, You know my needs and I am leaving this in Your hands.”

The grocer gave her the groceries and the other customer paid the bill. The woman thanked them both. The customer, as he paid the bill, said, “It was worth every penny of it. Only God knows how much a prayer weighs.”

What a truth… “Only God knows what your prayer weighs.” There is power in prayer.

Pastor George Belobaba

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Moments Of Truth: The Brick

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street going a bit fast in his brand-new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars when he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. As his car passed, no child appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the driver’s side door. He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jaguar back to where the brick was thrown. He jumped out of the car and grabbed the kid that was standing there and pushed him against the car shouting, “What do you think you are doing, boy? That’s a new car and the brick that you threw is going to cost you a lot of money. Why did you do it?”

“Please sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do,” pleaded the boy. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop.” Tears were running down the boy’s cheek as he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my brother, sir, he fell off the curb and out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy asked, “Would you please help me get him back in the wheelchair, sir, he’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, the driver of the Jaguar tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He lifted the young boy into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief to wipe off the scrapes and cuts, checking to see if everything else was all right.

“Thank you and bless you, sir,” the grateful child said.

The man then watched the little boy push his brother down the sidewalk towards their home. It was a long walk back to his Jaguar, a long slow walk. He never did repair the dent in his door. He kept the dent there to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone had to throw a brick at him to get his attention.

Sometimes when you don’t have time to listen, life has to throw a brick at you. It’s your choice. Listen… or wait for the brick.

–Author Unknown

Pastor George Belobaba

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Rags

My name is Rags. I am a country dog and chasing rabbits is my game. I don’t know what I would ever do with a rabbit if I caught one though. Don’t laugh… you humans chase rabbits too. Many of your rabbits are your fantasies, your lusts, your “get rich quick” schemes, or your false dreams. I woke up one morning and there was my friend Thumper. It was a good day for a chase and off we went, over the fields and through some brush. And just when I thought I would catch him, we both fell into a dried-up well about twenty feet down. There we were, looking at each other, with no way out. Thumper couldn’t bark, so I would bark every so often. Three days went by and I thought I heard someone calling my name. I barked and my cries were heard. My master found me and came down the well to rescue me. He put us in his arms and just as he was starting to climb, Thumper kicked him. He bumped into a crossbeam and Thumper fell back down. I was brought up, rescued and given some water to drink, and the master said, “Let’s go home.” I went to the well opening and looked down and barked, as if to say, “My master will save you too.” No way would I budge from the well opening until the master went down and brought up Thumper. After Thumper had been saved, I sniffed him all over to see if he was okay, as if to say, “I’ll catch you another day,” and went home.

I have a message for you humans… There is an impulse within each one of you to chase after your “rabbit” (fantasy) until you end up in a hole with no way out. Is there an impulse in you also to see another saved? Unless someone rescues them, they will perish. Jesus came after three days and rescued you. Psalm 40:2 says, “He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings” (KJV).

Many of you humans never think to see to it that the one who was in the pit with you needs rescuing. In Job 33:30 God works “To bring back his soul from the pit, to be enlightened with the light of the living” (KJV).

Pastor George Belobaba

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Moments Of Truth: Who’s Got The Button?

This parable gives a good picture of 1 Corinthians 12. Both fellowship and ministries are divided because believers have a wrong estimate of their gifts and place in the body of Christ. Many people think that only they have the whole truth, when all they have is a fragment. The following parable is worthy of your time.

Button, Button, Who’s Got The Button? 

A solemn assembly was called. Apostles and prophets gathered to sit in conference with one another. Chairs were circled, so no one man would sit at the head. As each man took his seat, an unusual silence filled the room. The men sat staring at one another, almost forgetting the reason they had assembled, not one man wanting to speak. Out of the unusual silence a Voice spoke and asked, “Button, button, who has the button?” As if well-rehearsed, the men jumped to their feet and shouted in chorus, “I’ve got the Button! I’ve got the Button!” Each man raised his arms in the air with closed hands to show the Voice, and then one another, that they indeed were holding the button. Their voices roared, as if trying to drown out one another, shouting with great apostolic and prophetic confidence. “Yes, I’ve got the Button! I’ve got the Button!”

Their voices were hoarse from shouting, the roar subsided, and all responses stopped. And again the unusual silence filled the room, each man still standing with arm raised and hand closed. Slowly, their arms began to drop and each man opened his hand and stared into his palm. The Button was not found in any one hand. But, there was something in each man’s hand… a small piece of the Button. Every man standing in the room was holding a button fragment. Not all of the fragments were the same size or shape. Some were larger, some smaller, some were round and smooth, some oblong and jagged, but each man held some part of the Button.

Again the Voice broke the unusual silence and asked, “Button, button, who has the Button?” This time there was no quick answer. The men stood silent, no longer examining their own button fragment or the fragment of their neighbor. With their heads lowered, arms hanging limp at their sides, all boasting stopped. They stood dumfounded in the unusual silence. Finally, one man confessed in a broken voice, “I don’t have the Button…” And another whispered, “I don’t have the Button…” And another, with a deep sigh, “I don’t have the Button…” This time the response was personal, quiet, and remorseful, as every man admitted to himself, to the Voice, and to his peers, “I don’t have the Button.”

Once again, the unusual silence filled the room. Moments passed into eternity. And again the Voice broke the unusual silence. “I gave you bits and pieces, but you assumed you possessed the Whole. I sought to increase and shape those pieces, but you refused to open your hand. I desired to enlarge your fragments and mold them with other fragments, but you refused to let go. My gift you made into your possession. My generosity you turned into exclusiveness. My revelation has become your prejudice. You speak of unity, yet build invisible barriers between yourselves with your boasting, “I’ve got the Button.” As you see, all you really have is a fragment. And you are protecting, exalting, and defending your fragment as if it were the Whole. My sons, you have not yet seen the Whole!”

No longer were men standing; they were on their faces. The Button fragments had slipped from their hands and lay scattered around the floor. Their hands were empty. Their self-confident hearts were broken and their proud spirits softened. For the third time the Voice asked, “Button, button, who has the Button?” Through tears of contrition came the gentle reply, “Lord, You have the Button!”

–C. Brown

Pastor George Belobaba

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Tommy’s Prayer

“If I should die before I wake,” prayed little Tommy at his grandmother’s knee, “I pray the Lord…” At this point Tommy hesitated. “Wait a minute, Grandmother,” he said, and stood up and ran downstairs. In about five minutes he was back upstairs and proceeded with his prayer. After he was tucked into bed, the grandmother asked him why he ran downstairs. He replied, “Grandma, I started to think about what I was praying and I had to stop.” He went on to explain how he upset his brother’s toy soldiers and stood them on their heads just to see how his brother would act in the morning. “But if I should die before I wake… I didn’t want him to find them that way, so I ran down and fixed them right.” The grandmother commended Tommy and said, “A good many of our prayers would be more effective if more people would stop in the middle, and right what was wrong.” Tommy thought it would have been funny to pull a prank on his brother. But he didn’t want it to be that way if he were to die before he woke up.

There are many things which will hinder our prayers. Sin in the camp hindered the prayers of Joshua (Joshua 7:6-10). Iniquity or idols in the heart will hinder answers to prayer (Psalm 66:18). Disobedience to the Word of the Lord will hinder prayer (Proverbs 28:9). If our hearts condemn us, it will hinder our prayers because it destroys confidence (1 John 3:21-22). Unbelief will hinder prayer, for faith is a condition that is attached to prayer (Hebrews 11:6). Not depending upon the Holy Spirit will hinder effectual prayer (Romans 8:26, Jude 1:20).

Sometimes Christians put themselves in positions where God’s answers do not reach them until they have set things right.

Pastor George Belobaba

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The Dead Engineer

The conductor on the passenger train noticed that the train was rushing at a faster speed than usual around the curves, and that the engineer had failed to stop at a certain town. The conductor, sensing something was wrong, hurried through the cars. He climbed over the tender and into the cab of the engine and saw the engineer sitting motionless in his seat, with his hand on the throttle and gazing through his window. He also saw that the engineer was dead. What a shock it was to the people when they heard that a dead man had been running the train for the past twenty miles.

People in a church are often misled by an engineer (pastor) whose face is turned to the front and whose hand is resting on the throttle of ecclesiastical power. He appears to be a living engineer doing his duty, but is actually spiritually dead. Today, there are many men piloting the church who are going through the motions of directing the church on its mission in life, but are lifeless and spiritually dead. The train of life is important. The passengers are many… the souls of men, women, and children are so important, hell is so dreadful, and eternity is too long to be guided by a dead man in the driver’s seat. The conductor in our story was horrified at what he saw that day…

Jesus said to the angels (pastors) of the seven churches in Revelation 2-3, “I know thy works” (Revelation 3:8, KJV). He sees what is right and He sees what is wrong. He sees what needs to be done and He sees what is undone. Paul wrote to the Colossian church and sent a message to Archippus (probably the pastor of the Laodicean church), “Take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it” (Colossians 4:16-17, NASB). This is not the hour for “lightness” or flippancy, or for going through the motions of leading a congregation.

Pastor George Belobaba

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