Two Funnels


The man said he wanted holiness.  He tried with all his might but to no avail.  Then someone told him, “You cannot have holiness except that it comes from God as a gift”.  So as soon as he could, the man went to prayer.

The gist of his prayer was, “Oh God make me holy (for all the right reasons)”.

The man believed and got up and walked away.  Three hours later he found himself embroiled in ungodly things.  The man was dejected.

Later he found the one who had told him that holiness is a gift from God.  “What you say can’t be true.” the man told him.  “I asked and received, then lost it again.  How could this be?  For I have heard and believed that God’s gifts and his calling are irrevocable.”

The man he was talking to was the pastor of a church whose membership was nearly 200.  The pastor told him that he would give him his answer on Sunday morning.

Come Sunday morning, the man walked into the church.  Placed up front was what looked like a polling booth. Jokingly the man ask the pastor if that were his answer.  The pastor answered, “It soon will be”.

The sermon had to do with honesty and integrity.  And throughout the sermon the preacher rose to creshendo.  All the people were visibly stirred.  Each one was ready to tell the truth unto death.

Then the preacher spoke of the men’s difficulty, without mentioning his name.  He pointed to the little booth and explained what was inside. 

“On the table inside the booth, you will find two upside down funnels.  One is marked man the other is marked God.

Before you leave today, I want everyone of you to walk into that polling booth.  Push a single tiny object into your choice of a funnel.  You will be answering a simple question.  If a man has asked God for holiness, who is at fault when ungodliness arrives, God or man.

By His Grace

You Don’t Know


You don’t know what you’re doing

When you avoid the things of God.

When you count them as trash on Wednesday;

“Castaway! I’m glad it’s  gone”.

Somehow you think it’s your duty,

To stay God the length of your arm.

You toss away His riches,

For you think he means you harm.

Then you flounder in your poverty;

Embracing hopeless travail.

When all he wants is to lift you up;

To silence your muted wail.

How great the riches of Christ in us.

How marvelous his love.

When once, like you,

We thought little too

Of God’s gift sent down from above.

But let our soul find him near,

And there’s no dam to stop the tears.

He chases out all our frantic fears.

Unspeakable, is the way he loves.

He appears without our asking.

We find our heart free of trouble.

No longer caught up in wasting;

We are freed from all our rubble.

But you don’t know what joy you miss,

As you forsake his gentle kiss.

How can I urge you more than this?

His love is free for taking.

By His Grace