A minister decided to do something a little different one Sunday morning. He said: “Today, in church, I am going to say a single word and you are going to help me preach. Whatever single word I say, I want you to sing whatever hymn comes to your mind.”
The pastor shouted out: “Cross!”
Immediately the congregation started singing ‘The Old Rugged Cross’ in unison.
The pastor hollered out: “Grace!”
The congregation began to sing ‘Amazing Grace’.
The pastor said: “Power.”
The congregation sang ‘There Is Power in the Blood’.
The pastor said: “Sex.”
The congregation fell in total silence. Everyone was in shock. They all nervously began to look around at each other, afraid to say anything.
Then all of a sudden, way from in the back of the church, a little old 87-year-old grandmother stood up and began to sing ‘Precious Memories’.
A distraught daughter broke up with her boyfriend. She asked for her mother’s advice about returning the gifts he’d given her.
Without a pause, her mother replied: “Send back the stuffed animals and letters, but keep the jewellery for sentimental reasons.”
Mary was having a tough day and had stretched herself out on the couch to do a bit of what she thought to be well deserved complaining and self-pitying.
She moaned to her mom and her younger brother: “Nobody loves me, the whole world hates me!”
Her brother, busily occupied playing a game, hardly looked up at her and passed on this encouraging word: “That’s not true, Mary. Some people don’t even know you.”