Beyond religion

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My upbringing was nothing remarkable. I was just like any other boy in the neighborhood. I was raised in the Catholic faith in a small town in Eastern Quebec. My parents attended mass each Sunday. As a young boy, questions of faith, salvation, eternal life and the issues of God were not relevant to me. We had catechism classes in school …

Real meaning

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Does life have any real meaning or purpose? Why are we here? In my search for the answer to these questions, I turned to drugs. I am ashamed of the things that I did to support my drug habit, even though all my sins are under the blood of Christ. at one Great Sacrifice at Calvary has made me perfect …

The greatest price

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The small ingot of gold held in my hand was worth $350,000. Gold bars were stacked from the floor to the ceiling. I was looking at a vast fortune in pure gleaming gold! In another room I saw an electric furnace which was melting millions of dollars worth of gold to be poured into moulds. After passing through a detecting machine, I walked …

Religious boredom

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MANY PEOPLE TODAY SEEM TO BE ECHOING IN THEIR HEARTS THE WORDS SPOKEN BY THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL REGARDING GOD’S REQUIREMENTS FOR HIS WORSHIP, “BEHOLD WHAT A WEARINESS IS IT” (MALACHI 1:13). These were people whom God would have loved to bless, but who had despised His claim upon them. e outward signs of worship had become a ‘bore’ and a ‘burden’ to them. If this describes …

The Book of Life

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In the Memorial Chamber of the Peace Tower in the Canadian Houses of Parliament are a number of massive books. They commemorate the Canadian men and women of the armed forces who have given their lives in the service of their country. Every name in every book is exposed to view for at least one day each year. It was Prime Minister MacKenzie …

I sit alone

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I sit alone, no one to talk to. No one to share my problems, no one to care. I’m lost. I don’t know where I’m going. Headed for destruction, my world will soon fall apart. Loneliness is my companion, my only friend. No light at the end of my tunnel — only dead ends. My grave is for one. I cannot escape loneliness. Was this morbid piece of …

God Understands Sign Language

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I am the youngest in my family and live with my parents, sister and brother. I was born hearing, but when I was two years old I was very sick with meningitis and became deaf. My family learned sign language, so now I sign to communicate, and I read and write English. I started to attend Sunday School when I was three years old. My Grandma was my …

Dry bones

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Imagine that you find yourself in a valley filled with dried up human bones. Clavicles, femurs, scapulas, and sternums lie in piles, and you think that nothing could be more chaotic or more depressing! You stand in the quiet of the valley, wondering what this horror means, when you hear the God of Heaven begin to speak to the bones. “I will attach tendons to you,” He says to …

Big Work, Small Place

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How many tourists would ever stop at Craigellachie, BC were it not for a monument that marks the place where the last spike was driven in 1885 to complete the Canadian Pacific Railroad, linking Canada from Atlantic to Pacific Oceans? Waterloo in Belgium is a little village that can scarcely be found in an atlas, and yet it has assumed a place in our thoughts that has nothing to …

At the end of the road you meet God

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Many years ago I came across one of the most unique stores I have ever seen. But so was the owner — Brook High. Old Brook had no cash register, just two large rolls of money in his pocket, and under the counter a colt 45 caliber automatic, just in case anyone got the idea that he could rob the place. Brook’s store …