Seeds from the Sower

When I was a boy, every time a neighbor visited us, my father would ask me to sing. One night I asked, "Why?" "It's easier," he said, "than asking her to leave."

My friends who are good singers were giving a concert. A boy came to one and said, "I'm asking the quartet members to sign my book in the order in which I like them. You're third."

Right now, if you were to put down who or what came first in your life, what would you write? Would it be self or the Savior?

Here's the way to spell joy: Jesus first, others second, and yourself last.