Vol.II No.IX Pg.8
October 1965

Stuff About Things

Robert F. Turner


It was Monday morning. I arose from bed feeling as sick as I had said I felt yesterday -- to excuse my absence from worship. At the breakfast table my wife growled at me -- the way I usually growl at her -- and I was stunned into silence. She read the paper while I gulped a cup of coffee; then she stormed off to do shopping without even saying good-bye.

On the way into town another car ran a red-light -- the same one I ran as I came home Saturday -- and crumpled my left front fender. The driver's liability insurance had expired -- by some strange coincidence, on the same day I had dropped mine.

When I finally go to work, the office force had already taken the easy jobs, and I was saddled with the tough-decision tasks. During the day an internal revenue man called on my boss, and then informed me that I must actually pay all the "expenses" I had dreamed up for my income tax report. To top it all, my boss cut my salary to conform to the gross income I had claimed.

Through the day, people did me as I had done to them--- talked about me, short-changed me, and tried to beat me to every parking place. That evening the preacher called, and assured me that the Lord would bless me in keeping with my liberality -- which meant a cold year ahead. When I prayed for forgiveness, God said He would treat me like I treated those who trespassed against me.

How much worse can things get???

I'm Catching Up With Me!!!


We know a preacher who knows the truth relative to congregational independence, the social gospel, etc., but refuses to preach on these subjects lest he be "lined up with that bunch of antis." Well, that's a terrible thing, no doubt; but seems it couldn't be much worse than "lining up" with error, and becoming a traitor to God and moral obligations.

If preaching truth aligns me with some "bunch" either that "bunch" is doing the same thing, and I am happy for the association; or I have been falsely aligned -- and I can't afford to forsake truth on that account.

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