A story is told
of Abraham Lincoln. One day the President summoned to the White House a surgeon
in the Army of the Cumberland from the state of Ohio. The major assumed that
he was to be commended for some exceptional work. During the conversation Mr.
Lincoln asked the major about his widowed mother. “She is doing fine”, he responded.
“How do you know?”, asked Lincoln. “You haven’t written her. But she has written
me. She thinks that you are dead and she is asking that a special effort be
made to return your body.” At that the Commander and Chief placed a pen in the
young doctor’s hand and ordered him to write a letter letting his mother know
that he was alive and well.

Oh, the blessings
that we take for granted. Oh, the wretchedness of ingratitude.

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November, 2003


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One winter’s day, a woodsman saw a snake lying nearly dead in the snow. He picked it up, put it inside his shirt to keep it warm, and hurried home. He lay the snake in front of the fire, where it gradually warmed up and revived. One of the woodsman’s children reached down to pet it, but the snake reared back to strike. The woodsman seized his axe and chopped off the snake’s head.

“Ah,” said he. “There’s no gratitude from the wicked.”

-Today in the Word


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