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Posted 9/18/14 at 9:25 AM | Children's Bible Hour

The Right Bait

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Natalie slammed her books down on the kitchen table. "That Lonnie!" she exclaimed. "I know he was saved just last month, and I know it will take a while for him to learn a lot of things about living in a way that pleases God. But honestly! I asked him a question a few minutes ago, and he swore at me!"

Mom looked up from her work. "That's too bad," she said. "Maybe you should talk to him about it. Then be sure to pray for him and try to help him as you wait for him to improve."

"But, Mom," said Natalie, "why would he even want to talk like that? I can't imagine ever saying those words--even if I weren't a Christian!"

"Maybe it's the way he's always talked," put in her brother Gavin.

"That's true. He may do it without even thinking--out of habit," agreed Mom. "When he's with his friends, maybe it makes him feel like he's one of the guys." Mom smiled. "I'm glad that using bad language is no temptation to you," she added, "but remember . . . the things that tempt you probably don't tempt him." FULL POST

Posted 9/17/14 at 9:04 AM | Children's Bible Hour

Tongue Guard

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Renee sat at the kitchen table, criticizing and complaining to anyone who would listen. "I just hate school! Mr. Martin is a jerk--and so are Patti and Nina! They're both so stuck-up. They think they're better than anyone else."

Mom frowned. "Renee, that's enough!" she said sternly. "You . . ."

"Got anything to eat?" Blake's entrance into the room interrupted her. As he took an apple from a bowl on the counter, he talked excitedly. "Eli and I are doing a science project about air waves. We found a book that says scientists believe every word that's ever been spoken is still somewhere in space--and someday they may find a way to make it possible to hear it again."

"Ah-h-h," Renee scoffed, "I don't believe that."

Blake pulled up a chair. "Well, I don't know," he said. "Eli read a story once about some astronauts who heard a radio program that had been aired twenty years before. Wouldn't it be cool to develop a device that could pull voices out of the air?" He grinned at his sister. "Would you like people to be able to hear everything you've ever said?" FULL POST

Posted 9/16/14 at 9:25 AM | Children's Bible Hour

Worth Waiting For

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Tears trickled down Emily's cheeks as she repeated her argument. "Like I said, it wouldn't be a real date--just Jeff and Shana and Mark and me. And Jeff's parents would be there with us."

Mom sighed deeply. "Emily, I'm sorry. But twelve is too young, even for a chaperoned double date." Mom put her arm around Emily's stiff shoulders.

Emily twisted away. "I'm too young for everything!" she mumbled. "Can I at least make some fudge?"

"Sure," said Mom. "If you need help, call me. I'll be in the backyard."

Mom went outside, and Emily got out the things she needed for her fudge. As she worked, she sniffed, muttered, and slammed pans.

The fudge was in the refrigerator, and Emily was reading a book when Mom came in with a pail of pecans from their own tree. "Do you remember when we planted our pecan tree, Emily?" asked Mom. FULL POST

Posted 9/15/14 at 7:25 AM | Children's Bible Hour

Flea Market Bargain

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Cassie stood at the entrance to the flea market and gazed at the noisy scene. Vendors and customers were talking loudly to be heard, and booths full of dishes, toys, books, and furniture spread out through the whole building. "Wow! What a lot of stuff!" she exclaimed as she ran to catch up with her mother. "Are you looking for something special?" asked Cassie.

"Aunt Helen's birthday is next week, so I thought maybe we could find a candy dish for her," replied Mom. "She likes old fashioned things."

"Yeah, she says they have character." Cassie nodded. "The booth over there has dishes," she added, pointing. So they went to look and soon found one they liked.

"I'm ready to go," said Mom after paying for the dish. "How about you?"

"Can I look at those books first?" asked Cassie, pointing toward another booth. FULL POST

Posted 9/13/14 at 8:37 PM | Children's Bible Hour

Dangerous Combinations

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"We're going to start doing experiments in science class!" Jared announced excitedly at the dinner table. "But not dangerous ones like Mr. Romano did today."

"Dangerous?" Mom raised her eyebrows. "He did a dangerous experiment?"

"Yeah! He dropped a tiny piece of sodium in a bucket of water, and it exploded! It was really cool!" Jared grinned. "I guess it actually wasn't dangerous for him to do it, but it could have been if he hadn't known what he was doing."

"Then it's a good thing he didn't let you do it," said Jared's sister Naomi.

Jared ignored Naomi. "Sodium combines so quickly with oxygen that it explodes in water," Jared explained. "But when sodium combines with chlorine, ta-da . . ." Jared paused dramatically and scooped up the salt shaker. "It makes salt. Mr. Romano said when elements combine, their characteristics change. I'm glad salt doesn't explode." He grinned as he sprinkled salt on his potato. FULL POST

Posted 9/12/14 at 8:29 AM | Children's Bible Hour

The Game of Life - Part 2

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"That was a good game this afternoon, Noah," observed Dad as they ate dinner one evening. "You played very well."

"I thought the most exciting part was when the coaches from the two teams got all hyped up over that one play," said Alyce. "For a minute I thought there was going to be a big fight."

"I was afraid of that, too," agreed Mom. "They didn't calm down until one of the referees got out a book and looked something up. What book was that?"

"Beats me." Alyce shrugged.

Noah and Dad laughed. "That was the National Football League Rulebook," said Noah. "When there's a disagreement about something, they can look up the rule about it. Whatever the book says, that's it! No more arguing."

Dad nodded. "It's the final authority in the game of football," he said as he took another helping of chicken. After a moment, he added, "God has given us a book that's the final authority in the game of life. What would it be?" FULL POST

Posted 9/11/14 at 8:03 AM | Children's Bible Hour

The Game of Life

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Noah closed his book and set it down. "I'm off to bed," he announced.

"Already?" asked his sister Alyce, looking at her watch. "You must be sick!"

Noah shook his head. "No. I just gotta get to bed early," he replied. "Coach's orders. He says it's important to work hard and eat right, but that nothing will take the place of a good night's sleep."

Alyce laughed. "Boy, I'm glad I'm not a football player." Then she put on a stern face. "I know you ate plenty, but I'm not sure about the working part," she teased.

"You're certainly putting a lot into the game, Son, and I'm proud of you for that," their father said with a smile. "You know, the game of football reminds me of the game of life," he added thoughtfully.

"It does?" asked Noah. "Well . . . then I guess the whole earth and everything in it must be like the football field because it's where we play the game of life." Noah grinned at his dad. "How am I doing with your comparison?" FULL POST

Posted 9/10/14 at 10:03 AM | Children's Bible Hour

A Little Scratch

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"The time is six twenty-one," announced Karl as he got up from the table. "Oops! It just changed to six twenty-two."

"Good of you to keep us informed," his sister Kim said sarcastically. "I'll be glad when your watch isn't so new anymore. I don't need to know the exact time every minute of the day." She got up to answer the phone. "For you, Karl," she said.

Karl took the phone. "Hello . . . Oh, hi, Camden." He glanced at his mother. "No, I can't play tonight . . . Yeah. See ya later."

"Why did you tell Camden you couldn't play?" asked Mom. "I thought you and some of your friends were going to the park to play football. You should have invited him to join you."

"Oh . . . well . . . Camden is such a klutz," said Karl. "No one wants him on their team." He glanced at his watch. "The time is now . . ." FULL POST

Posted 9/9/14 at 9:08 AM | Children's Bible Hour

Silver and Gold

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"Ouch!" yelled Julie, tripping headlong into a pile of boxes that lined the hallway. Moving day was only five days away, and the house was a mess. She slowly untangled herself and got to her feet. "I hate moving," she said. "I don't want to leave my friends. I especially don't want to go to another school!"

Mom sighed. "I know, honey," she said, "but we have to move for Dad's job. Worrying about it and getting angry won't help."

"Well, what will help?" Julie wondered aloud as she blinked back tears.

Mom gave her a hug. "Trusting God even when you can't understand," she replied. Mom pointed toward the window. "Do you see that sparrow on the feeder in the backyard, Julie?"

"Yes." Julie nodded.

"A sparrow is just a tiny little bird," said Mom, "and there are millions of them. One sparrow isn't worth much. But Jesus said that God takes care of those little birds--He even knows when each one dies. He reminds us that He loves us and values us more than the sparrows. That's one reason we know He'll take very good care of us." (See today's Scripture reading.) FULL POST

Posted 9/8/14 at 8:42 AM | Children's Bible Hour

Leslie's List

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"Let's see . . . Mrs. Garcia ordered four boxes of chocolate chip cookies, Aunt Alice wants one box of oatmeal raisin and one box of double chocolate delight, and Mrs. Jones gets three boxes of sugar cookies," murmured Leslie. She was taking part in a fundraiser for her school and had sold cookies to several families in her neighborhood. Leslie carefully finished filling out her order form and took it to school the next day.

When the cookies arrived, Leslie double-checked the boxes with her list to make sure the orders were right. Then she went to deliver the cookies to the people who had ordered them.

When Leslie stopped at the Garcias' home, Mrs. Garcia came to the door. "Here you are," said Leslie. "Four boxes of chocolate chip cookies."

"Hooray! Cookies!" exclaimed the Garcias' young son, Jorge. Mrs. Garcia handed him a cookie from a box she had just opened. FULL POST

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