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THE SILENT SERMON: A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the preacher decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his preacher’s visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace…and waited. The preacher made himself at home, but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone, then he sat back in his chair, still silent.
The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and dead. Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, ‘Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon. I will be back in church next Sunday.’We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.

The Lord is my Shepherd —–That’s a Relationship!

I shall not want —–that’s Supply!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures —-that’s Rest!

He leadeth me beside the still waters —–that’s Refreshment!

He restoreth my soul —–that’s Healing!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness —–that’s Guidance!

For His name’s sake —–that’s Purpose!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death —–that’s Testing!

I will fear no evil —–that’s Protection!

For Thou art with me —–that’s Faithfulness!

Thy rod and Thy staff comfort me —–that’s Discipline!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies —–that’s Hope!

Thou annointest my head with oil —–that’s Consecration!

My cup runneth over —–that’s Abundance!

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life —–that’s Blessing!

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord —–that’s Security!

Forever —–that’s Eternity!

Face it, God is crazy about you! I thought this was pretty special, just like YOU!


What is most valuable is not what we have in our lives, but WHO we have in our lives.

Make It A Blessed Day!


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Bradford Files: Who Came First, Log, Frog or Blog?

Blog by definition according to Wikipedia is A blog (a portmanteau of the term web log)[1] is a personal journal published on the World Wide Web consisting of discrete entries (“posts”) typically displayed in reverse chronological order so the most recent post appears first. Blogs are usually the work of a single individual, occasionally of a small group, and often are themed on a single subject. Blog can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog. Now that we all know what a blog is, did you ever realize that the difference between a blog and a blob is one letter? I read several blogs all over the Internet and more recently I have come to realize that some of them are nothing but a blob rather than a blog. We all have opinions as humans just like we all have to eat and poop. We are all entitled to our opinion on any and all subjects. For me my time spent reading blogs in the future is going to be very selective. I find that when someone writes a blog about a subject that they know nothing about, it irritates me. You can of course respond to the post with a rebuttal but most of the time it turns into a texting shouting match. At 64 years old I don’t have time for such nonsense.

The Bradford Files supplied by Keith Bradford Nashville Tennessee. Email Keith at

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