"Faith is believing, simply receiving what in His Promise God has revealed.  Trust Him forever, doubt Him no never, till thy petition His Spirit hath sealed."

Sunday Morning, Jan 27, 2008,

This morning, due to an annually scheduled event at the Marriott, the saints were unable to meet there. It was decided that for the morning meeting, the saints would assemble where and with whom they individually felt led of the Spirit. Some met with the saints at the Buxton Avenue Church of God. Others assembled elsewhere. Due to sickness and other considerations, some of the saints had home meeting.

In our family home meeting, we discussed the subject of Faith. The following short story was read and since is was short (and easy to type), we wanted to share it with our website viewers:

Faith

The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain came.

The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring an object of faith for inspiration.

At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in the prayerful hands – holy books, crosses, rosaries.

When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise. From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the others. A small nine-year-old child had brought an umbrella.  – by Laverne W. Hall, Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul