A Few Lost Sheep

It is 9:17 AM, an average Tuesday morning in late summer. The date is September 11, 2001. People are bustling around the busy city of New York trying to get to their respective buildings in the Financial District. Several thousand workers head into the Twin Towers for another mind-bending day working in financial epicenter of New York City. They are settling down into their desks and readying themselves for the day ahead. Then, something unexpected happens… A plane collides into one of the towers. Hundreds perish within a few minutes. Thousands run to escape the flames that are fast descending the length of the building. Within an hour, another plane crashes into the second tower. "This is the real deal," people think. Across the Hudson River, 15 miles away, in New Jersey, a single engineer looks up and spots the monumental smoke rising out of the spot where yesterday he could view the two Twin Towers. "Something big is happening," he thinks to himself, and he was correct. The following Sunday the engineer and his family attend their first week in church. This was the beginning of their spiritual lives, which are continuing today. Out of all the chaos and destruction, God received a few lost sheep, and the angels rejoiced.

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Racer's Dad is Fair

"Dad, it doesn't seem fair," announced Racer, disappointment coloring his voice; but the set of his jaw and the pinched furrows between his brows spoke more emphatically than his words. ": You're letting Victor play basketball! Just admit it, you like Victor better!"

    "No who's being unfair?" asked Mr. Loyalton incredulously. "Victor's team doesn't interfere with his involvement in His Servants, the H.C.Y.M. team does."

    "But dad…" whined Racer as he prepared to make his "I'm-old-enough-to-make-my-own-decisions-now" speech.

    "No 'buts'! You made a commitment to His Servants. By joining, you promised to make all the meetings unless it was a necessity. Playing basketball is not a necessity," asserted Mr. Loyalton sternly.

    "But it's important to me!" argued Racer desperately searching for a way to turn the conversation in his favor.

    "Is it more important than your commitment to God?" asked Mr. Loyalton.

    "Well… Uh… No… Yes… I don't know…," stuttered Racer surprised by this question.

    "Racer, I'm disappointed in you. You are allowing your bitterness at my negative answer block out the reason you were put on Earth: to serve Jesus Christ. I understand how you feel, and I see why you would be disappointed, but you can't break such an important commitment for something as trivial as basketball."

    Racer looked down at his feet; he knew that his dad was right. He began to think of his attitude in the last few minutes. "Dad… you're right. I do owe God my time before anything else. I guess I just got jealous of Victor. Can you forgive me for the awful thing I said?"

    "Of course I can, Racer. I know how important it is to you, and if you find a league that doesn't interfere with your commitments, we can see about getting you registered"

    "Really, dad? You mean it?" Racer asked excitedly.

    "Yes, I was going to tell you that before, but you got so upset. Try not to jump to such conclusions next time. I love you and I have you interests in mind when I make decisions concerning you."

    "Sorry, dad. Thanks for being so level headed, even when I'm not."

    "It's okay, Racer. Come on, let's get ready for dinner."

The Adventures of Peter Pan

There once was a young, mysteriously ruddy boy named Peter Pan. He was frightfully clever and cunning. He never made choices, except for one... To never grow up. His paths seemed to be more destined, never planned. He simply knew what he was to do without ever deciding anything (as is the way with boys). Peter ran from his home and resided in Neverland, there he lived a horribly adventurous life.

He gave up the chances of ever becoming a man for a life of thrilling sword fights, dangerous kidnappings, and pirates. That's right pirates. Namely Captain Hook, the most fearsome pirate to ever have crossed the land. Peter had already cut off one of his hands, and fed it to Allistar, the biggest, meanest, most puzzling crocodile there ever was. Therefore, Captain Hook despised Peter Pan with all of the strength within himself.

Captain Hook dedicated his life's work to killing Peter Pan. He came very nearly close once, but of course the fantastic Peter Pan out-witted him. That is a fact that Captain held in the highest regret. "How can I not kill a boy!" he'd shout day after day. But Peter Pan was no ordinary boy, he was a marvelously wonderful boy. Peter's approaching Captain Hook didn't happen very often, he spent most of his time with the Lost Boys and Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell was his fairy friend. She was amazingly cute and tiny. She was usually very good, but sometimes, when it came to Peter, she would become bewitched with jealousy. Tinkerbell wasn't exactly in love with Peter, at least she didn't think she was, she just did not want anyone else to be in love with him; nor did she want him in love with anybody else. Tinlerbell wanted Peter all to herself. Many would call Tink selfish or conceited, but in actuality, she is deliciously clever.

The Lost Boys were the horribly young boys that lost their parents. Before you go worrying about the boys, I should tell you that they don't miss their parents. Actually, they can't remember them. It's all pretty nutty, but I will get to the details later. Anyway, the boys looked to Peter as a kind of father figure. He told them what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. They listened to Peter most faithfully.one of his hands and fed it to Allistar, the biggest, meanest, most puzzling crocodile there ever was. Therefore, Captain Hook despised Peter Pan with all his strength within.one of his hands and fed it to Allistar, the biggest, meanest, most puzzling crocodile there ever was. Therefore, Captain Hook despised Peter Pan with all his strength within.one of his hands and fed it to Allistar, the biggest, meanest, most puzzling crocodile there ever was. Therefore, Captain Hook despised Peter Pan with all his strength within.