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Read: John 6:4-14 |
So, before you think that you don’t have much to offer Jesus, consider this: Edward Kimball, a Sunday school teacher in Boston, decided to visit a young man in his class to be sure he was a Christian. That day he led that man, Dwight L. Moody, to the Lord. Moody, the Billy Graham of the 19th century, had a major impact on Wilbur Chapman. Chapman, a prominent evangelist, recruited Billy Sunday to join in his evangelistic campaigns. In turn, Sunday launched a national ministry that had great results in cities like Charlotte, North Carolina. An organization that started as a result of Sunday’s revival invited evangelist Mordecai Ham to Charlotte. In one of those meetings, Billy Graham received Christ as his Savior and later became the most prominent evangelist of our time. (John
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There is a lad here who has five barley loaves and two small fish, but what are they among so many? —John 6:9 |
When
you think you don’t have much to offer, remember Sunday school teacher
Edward Kimball, who spent a Saturday afternoon reaching out to someone
in his class. God has a special way of using routine faithfulness in the “small things” to accomplish great things! What
may seem insignificant,
Mundane, routine, or small Is often used by God to show His power over all. —Sper God
uses small things to accomplish great things for His glory.
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| Bible
in a Year: Deut. 5-7; Mark 11:1-18 |
"Reflexions from Our Daily Bread"
Posted by: Ben Ayala : benayalal@gmail.com
Thanks to the Sources at: rbc[dot]org -and- odb[dot]org |
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