The Surgeon –

By Bob Kaku

During my bachelor days, I zipped around in a spiffy sports car that had a powerful engine, sleek lines, and cool-looking retractable, pop-up headlights. One day a head¬light bulb burned out, so I bought a replacement. I removed the old one and placed the new bulb inside the headlight housing. Before securing the bulb, I flipped the switch to test it. The headlight flipped down into the well, and I heard a clunk.

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The Blessings Of The New Birth

By Warren Mueller

What is life like once the Holy Spirit comes to indwell in each Christian believer?  In previous articles titled “Do I Pass The Test” and “Am I A Christian” questions were posed that can be used to evaluate whether a genuine spiritual birth has occurred.  Those who can affirm these questions have assurance that they are a new creation in Jesus, indwelt by the Holy Spirit and part of the kingdom of God.   Now let’s explore some of the blessings that come with the presence of the Holy Spirit.
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Friends

By Ed Crumley

Friends.  Acquaintances.  Just a semantical difference?  No way!  Acquaintances come and go.  But friends stay, and stay, and stay for the long haul.  Then . . . suddenly . . . they’re gone.  But wait!  They can’t go!  It’s not time!  It’s not fair!  But isn’t that God’s decision?
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The Hair Cut

By George Dalton

Have you ever seen one of those things that you just knew you could do? That almost cost you something important…like your marriage? Walking through a Wal-Mart recently I passed a display of electric hair cutting machines. I remember thinking, now how hard can that be? The economy is tight; we need to cut corners where we can.

Twenty minutes later I proudly marched through the back door from the garage. My wife turned and looked at me and asked, “What is that thing?”

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The Key

By Bob Kaku

Under crystalline blue skies, my wife, Gail, and I basked in the tranquility of St. John, US Virgin Islands. The warm, azure waters washed our feet as we waded through the gentle waves. The unhurried pace and friendly banter with the lo­cals were a welcomed respite from our hectic Califor­nia lives.

We drank in the spectacular vistas of Cruz Bay and the Caribbean from the veranda of our rented condo perched atop a steep hill. The balmy onshore breeze and me­lod­­ic cadence of steel drums wafted in, making our stress float away. What a relaxing spot! Everything was per­fect until . . .

One evening, we strolled down to the swimming pool, the perfect vantage point to view the glistening harbor lights on one side and the shimmering moonlit sea on the other. Periodic boat horns droned in the distance. After we saun­tered back to our unit, I fished through my belt pouch and pockets for the key, but I couldn’t find it. All week I had used extreme caution putting the key back into my pouch. I peered through the kitchen window and saw the key sitting on the counter. “Oh, no! There’s no night manager. How will we get in?”

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