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The Courage to Live

In January of 2000 Li de xian was ready when the police officers of the Chinese Republic came for him. This was the 8th time he had been detained in the last three months. He went quietly without a fuss and no resistance. He said good-bye to his wife and walked calmly out the door with the officers.
As Li walked, he began thinking about his last arrests by the Chinese Government…the time police beat him until he vomited blood because of the broken ribs he suffered at the guards’ hands. 
China believed that Li was a notorious criminal, a desperate outlaw. So what was Li’s crime? He was the pastor of a church in Yongming village in Canton China. He led Bible studies on Tuesday for about 600 people. This made him one of China’s most wanted criminals. Despite the brutal treatment at the hands of the government Li refused to give up or quit! He said, “I will preach the Gospel until I die!”
Can you imagine what would happen if Christians displayed that same kind of courageous passion in th…

What do You Want on Your Tombstone?

One morning in 1888, Alfred Nobel, inventor of dynamite, awoke to read his own obituary. The obituary was printed as a result of a simple journalistic error. You see, it was Alfred's brother that had died and the reporter carelessly reported the death of the wrong brother. Any man would be disturbed under the circumstances, but to Alfred the shock was overwhelming because he saw himself as the world saw him. The "Dynamite King," the great industrialist who had made an immense fortune from explosives. This, as far as the general public was concerned, was the entire purpose of Alfred's life.

None of his true intentions to break down the barriers that separated men and ideas for peace were recognized or given serious consideration. He was simply a merchant of death. And for that alone he would be remembered.

As he read the obituary with horror, he resolved to make clear to the world the true meaning and purpose of his life. This could be done through the final disposit…

I Have a Secret (I Like Porn)

Traditional Eskimos were savvy in their methods to kill wolves. The Eskimo would take a very sharp, two-edged blade, and dip the blade into the blood of smaller game.  Left out in the cold, the blood would freeze onto the blade becoming a blood popsicle. The Eskimo would re-dip and freeze the blade, repeating this process several times.  He would, then, carefully secure the blade into the ground; during the night hours a wolf would come, smell the blood, and lick it.
As the unsuspecting wolf would begin to lick the tasty frozen blood from the secured blade, his tongue would start to become numb.  The more he licked, the numbness increased.  The unsuspecting animal would lick away the outer layers of blood, eventually slicing its tongue on the razor-sharp blade.  The wolf's sliced tongue would go unnoticed because of the numbness, so he, also, would begin to bleed through his tongue onto the blade. The taste of warm blood would excite him, and he would lick faster and faster and fa…

I Have a Secret (I'm a _______.)

Nicknames.  We have all had a nickname at one time or another throughout our lives.  If you've never had a nickname, chances are you probably named a few of your friends or co-workers in your life.  Nicknames, whether good or bad, are always associated with something we've done, said, or someone's perception of a physical attribute. For example; for those who state the obvious, we call them "Captain Obvious."  If someone is clumsy, we call them "Grace."  If you did something that is considered dumb you might hear  "Einstein" echoed in the background.

When I was growing up, a good friend of mine, Brian, had red hair and freckles. He earned the standard nickname "Red."  At first Brian didn't like it, but as time went on he became used to it and didn't seem to mind when we called him that.  As we grew, we introduced him as, "This is Brian, but we call him Red" until we eventually introduced him to anyone new as just &q…