Because He Loved Us

A Daily Email Devotional from the Berean Bible Society

by Pastor Cornelius R. Stam
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Why did the Lord of glory
Leave His heav’nly home,
To come to earth and suffer here
For wrongs He had not done?

Why did He go to Calv’ry
To bear the shame and loss,
And give His life for sinners vile
Upon th’ accursed cross?

Why?…Because He loved us,
And longed that we might be
His very own — not only now,
But through eternity.
— C.R.S.

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Some of our Two Minutes articles were written many years ago. Rather than rewrite or date such articles, we have left them just as they were when first published. This, we felt, would add to the interest, especially since our readers understand that many of them first appeared as newspaper articles. We hope that you’ll agree that while some of the references in these articles are dated, the spiritual truths taught therein are timeless.

I just couldn’t resist the joke. Y’all have a blessed day.

Happy Caturday

Political Funny Friday

I want one of those bumpers for my motorcycle. Think it’ll stay on? *roflol* Sorry I couldn’t resist. The diaper pin anarchists are such easy targets. They’re fun to ridicule. Babies.

Did Katy Or A Bug By Any Other Name Is Still A Bug

The above vibrant green insect was floating around in the carport this morning during my exercises. She either wanted a good laugh or was seeking sanctuary from the birds. I assumed it was the first and escorted her from the premises.

Which lead to one of my usually pointless mind ramblings. I began thinking of how many times we use the word “bug” and each time it can mean a totally different thing.

“Ugh, I have a bug.” – The flu, a nasty sickness worse than the actual critter contemplating suicide in your cup of tea.

“A bug!!!” – The actual nasty brute in your cup of tea 5 minutes later.

“My new Bug gets 15 mpg.” –  A metal death trap with 4 wheels that goes beep beep and is also a general nuisance but can still be squashed with my truck.

“That guy is really bugging me …” – The schoolyard bully that can also be squashed with my truck if the opportunity arises.

And then there’s an British version of ‘bugging’ that I won’t put here. *cough* We’ll leave that one to the imagination shall we.

Isn’t the English language grand though? I do feel sorry for foreigners trying to learn English and/or our culture. It must be so confusing. 

Wednesday was ‘bug’ day for us. We both were down for the count for about 24 hours. 

The bugs have been very annoying (thus the unseasonable Katydid in our carport) since it’s still as hot as August and has quit raining. Are we under a gypsy’s curse or something? Does anyone know a rain dance they could share? Please!? It’s Bike Night tonight. We’ll have to take the cage since the dirt road is now the same consistency as the Sahara desert. Having street tires on my bike makes riding in loose sand a bit unnerving.

Aw, well, I count my blessings. We’re back to desired health since the bug episode, all the bugs are outside where they belong, we don’t own any Bugs and life is running in greased grooves. So, I shouldn’t let the road bug me.