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The Class Rules

There was a school with a class of students no teacher had been able to handle. Two or three teachers had been run off from this school in one year by the unruly students.

A young man, just out of college, heard about the class and he applied to the school. The principal asked the young man, “Do you not know what you are asking for?

No one has been able to handle these students. You are just asking for a terrible beating.”

After a few moments of silent prayer, the young man looked at the principal and said, “Sir, with your consent I accept the challenge. Just give me a trial basis.”

The next morning the young man stood before the class. He said to the class, “Young people, I came here today to conduct school. But I realize I can’t do it by myself. I must have your help.” One big boy, they called Big Tom, in the back of the room whispered to his buddies, “I’ll not need any help. I can lick that little bird all by myself.”

The young teacher told the class that if they were to have school, there will have to be some rules to go by. But he also added that he will allow the students to make up the rules, that he would list them on the blackboard.

This was certainly different, the students thought!

One young man suggested “NO STEALING.”

Another one shouted “BE ON TIME FOR CLASS.” Pretty soon they had 10 rules listed on the board.

The teacher had then asked the class what the punishment should be for breaking these rules. “Rules are no good unless they are enforced,” he said.

Someone in the class suggested that if the rules were broken, they should receive 10 licks with a rod across their back with their coat off. The teacher thought that was pretty harsh, so he asked the class if they would stand by this punishment. The class agreed.

Everything went pretty good for two or three days. Then Big Tom came in one day very upset. He declared that someone had stolen his lunch. After talking with the students, they came to the conclusion that little Timmy had stolen Big Tom’s lunch. Someone had seen little Timmy with Big Tom’s lunch!

The teacher called little Timmy up to the front of the room. Little Timmy admitted he had taken Big Tom’s lunch. So the teacher asked him, “Do you know the punishment? Little Timmy nodded that he did.

“You must remove your coat, then,” the teacher instructed. The little fellow had come with a great big coat on. Little Timmy said to the teacher, “I am guilty and I am willing to take my punishment, but please don’t make me take off my coat.”

The teacher reminded little Timmy of the rules and punishments and again told him he must remove his coat and take his punishment like a man.

The little fellow started to unbutton that old coat. As he did so, the teacher saw he did not have a shirt on under the coat. And even worse, he saw a frail and bony frame hidden beneath that coat. The teacher asked little Timmy why he had come to school without a shirt on.

Little Timmy replied, “My daddy’s dead and my Mother is very poor. I don’t have but one shirt, and my mother is washing it today. I wore big brother’s coat so’ to keep warm.”

That young teacher stood and looked at the frail back the ribs sticking out, the spine protruding against the skin. He wondered how he could lay a rod on that little back and without even a shirt on. Still, he knew he must enforce the punishment or the children would not obey the rules. So he drew back to strike little Timmy. Just then Big Tom stood up and came down the aisle. He asked, “Is there anything that says I can’t take little Timmy’s whipping for him?”

The teacher thought about it and agreed. With that Big Tom ripped his coat off and stooped and stood over little Timmy at the desk. Hesitatingly the teacher began to lay the rod on that big back. But for some strange reason, after only five licks that old rod just broke in half. The young teacher buried his face in his hands and began to sob.

He heard a commotion and looked up to find not even one dry eye in the room. Little Timmy had turned and grabbed Big Tom around the neck, apologizing to him for stealing his lunch, begging his forgiveness. Little Timmy begged Big Tom to forgive him. He told Big Tom that he would love him till the day he died for taking his whipping for him.

Aren’t you glad that Jesus took our whipping for us, that He shed His precious blood on Calvary so that you and I can have eternal life in Glory with Him? We are unworthy of the price He paid for us, but aren’t you glad He loves us that much?

Most people’s troubles come from too much time on their hands and not enough on their knees…

Saved At Sea

After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church’s pastor
once again slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and gave a very
brief introduction of his childhood friend. With that, an elderly man
stepped up to the pulpit to speak, "A father, his son, and a friend of
his son were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast
approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore. The waves
were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor,
he could not keep the boat upright, and the three were swept into the

The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two
teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began,
looking somewhat interested in his story. He continued, "Grabbing a
rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of
his life…. to which boy would he throw the other end of the line. He
only had seconds to make the decision.

The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that
his son’s friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be
matched by even the torrent of waves. "As the father yelled out, ‘I
love you, son!’ he threw the line to his son’s friend. By the time he
pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared
beyond the raging swells into the black of night. His son’s body was
never recovered."

By this time, the two teenagers were listening very attentively,
waiting for the next words to come out of the old man’s mouth. "The
father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with
Jesus, and he could not bear the thought of his son’s friend stepping
into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son. Oh,
how great is the love of God that He should do the same for us!"

With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as
silence filled the room. Within minutes after the service ended, the
two teenagers were at the old man’s side. "That was an awesome story,"
said one of the boys, "but I don’t think it was very logical for a
father to give up his son’s life in hopes that the other boy would
become a Christian."

"Well, you’ve got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down
at his worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he once
again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn’t very logical, is
it? But I’m here today to tell you the fact THAT story gives me a
glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me."

"You see, boys… I was the son’s friend."

The Flock of Geese

There was once a man who didn’t believe in the incarnation of Christ
or the spiritual meaning of Christmas, and was skeptical about God. He
and his family lived in a farm community. His wife was a devout
believer and diligently raised her children in her faith. He sometimes
gave her a hard time about her faith and mocked her religious
observance of Christmas. "It’s all nonsense – why would God lower
himself and become a human like us?! It’s such a ridiculous story!" he

One snowy Christmas day, she and the children left for church while he
stayed home. After they had left, the winds grew stronger and the snow
turned into a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire
for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump, something hitting against
the window. And another thump. He looked outside but couldn’t see. So
he ventured outside.

In the field near his house he saw, of all the strangest things, a
flock of geese! They were apparently flying to look for a warmer area
down south, but had been caught in the snow storm. The storm had
become too blinding and violent for the geese to fly or see their way.

They were stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter, unable to do
more than flutter their wings and fly in aimless circles.

He had compassion for them and wanted to help them. He thought to
himself, "The barn would be a great place for them to stay! It’s warm
and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm."
So he opened the barn doors for them. He waited, watching them, hoping
they would notice the open barn and go inside. But they didn’t notice
the barn or realize what it could mean for them. He moved closer
toward them to get their attention, but they just moved away from him
out of fear. He went into the house and came back out with some bread,
broke it up, and made a bread trail to the barn. They still didn’t
catch on. Starting to get frustrated, he went over and tried to shoo
them toward the barn. They panicked and scattered into every direction
except toward the barn.

Nothing he did could get them to go onto the barn where there was
warmth, safety and shelter. Feeling totally frustrated, he exclaimed,
"Why don’t they follow me?

Can’t they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?
How can I possibly get them into the one place to save them?"

He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn’t follow a
human. He said to himself, "How can I possibly save them?

The only way would be for me to become like those geese. If only I
could become one of them! Then I could save them! Then they would
follow me and I would lead them to safety." At that moment, he stopped
and considered what he had said. The words reverberated in his mind:
"If only I could become one of them then I could save them." And then,
at last, he understood God’s Heart towards mankind, and he fell on his
knees in the snow and Worshipped God.