The Weasel

The weasel was very cleaver and very adept. He could squirm and squeeze into the tightest cracks and steal the meanest chicken’s egg right out from under her. No farmer or dog could catch him. He was very proud of his ability to slip into tight places and steal eggs under the hardest circumstances. He was the fastest of all the weasels. He used to show off to the other weasels continually. Life was good and he was at the top. But one by one the weasels disappeared. The farmer or his dog got a few. Others wandered off because of fear of the farmer and yet other died in various ways. Soon the weasel was left alone.

Alone can be a terrible thing. What good is it to be able to slip and slither into the tightest spots when there is no one to see? What good is it to steal the farmer’s eggs when there is no one to notice? The weasel began to be fearful too. The other weasels had died maybe he would die. He no longer ran to be fast, or stole eggs. He slept a lot and stayed alone. He was very unhappy and miserable. He quietly crawled in to the hallow of an old log by the creek and went to sleep.
GoldenMinistries on 03.29.04 @ 12:04 AM CST [more..]

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The Beauty That Deceives

By Carol J. Warren

Far, far away in a distant land, a land that was mysterious and unknown, beyond the dark forbidding gray mountains, where only a rare daring explorer was ever want to go, lay a beautiful peaceful valley. Nestled in the dark forbidding mountains of dull gray rock and ominous shadows, it glowed like an emerald shining in the dust. Looking down one could well imagine having found a peaceful paradise.

The foliage and trees were thick and green. Flowers and fruit filled the valley, making it look like a garden. The meadows were so green, they looked as though an artist had just painted them and the paint was still wet. They were dotted with brightly colored wild flowers and berry vines. At the edge of the valley was an enormous waterfall that seemed to laugh and splash its way to the sparkling blue river that once away from the waterfall, wandered lazily through the valley. The river was lined with cool, thick; glistening moss that crept softly up gentle trees that seemed to be politely bowing to the river. From the force of the waterfall a constant mist arose, enshrouding it; and ever near the top of it hovered a brilliantly colored rainbow. The rocks around the waterfall glistened, encrusted with diamonds and precious gems. Indeed, how could paradise be more perfect?
GoldenMinistries on 03.28.04 @ 03:17 PM CST [more..]

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Under The Tree

By Carol J. Warren

There was a little girl who lived under a very large spreading oak tree. She lived in a small tent by herself. But really she wasn’t alone because the Lord talked with her all the time. She wasn’t afraid because she knew that He would take care of her no matter what. The large oak tree’s branches offered her protection from the strong winds and storms and even from the heat of the day. Yes it was safe under her big tree and she loved to be there near the Lord.

One day a man came into the forest. He seemed to be lost. He asked the little girl if she would lead him to the other side of the forest. He said that he could find his way from there if she would just help him that far.
GoldenMinistries on 03.27.04 @ 06:59 PM CST [more..]

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Trading Treasures

By Carol J. Warren

What a beautiful day it is today. The sun is shining bright and warm, the flowers are in bloom and the grass is bright and green. Everything seems to be so full of life. Oh look there is a robin red breast. I think his name is Stan. Stan lives in that very large sycamore tree over there in Widow Brewster’s yard. The tree is very tall with many big leafy branches.

Mrs. Brewster, and elderly lady would throw birdseed out under the tree everyday for Stan and his friends to eat. Stan really loved that birdseed. He thought it was the most delicious thing in the world. It was much better than having to hunt and scratch for worms and easier too. Yes life in the Sycamore tree was grand for Stan. Well he did have to fairly good sized problems to contend with every day, Tinker and Snatch.
GoldenMinistries on 03.25.04 @ 09:50 PM CST [more..]

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The Window

By Carol J. Warren

The Herald Cried: "Great is the King! Worthy of power and praise. Great is the King! Glory to His name."

The window was pointed at the top, rounded at the sides and flat on the bottom. It was made of a skillfully wrought lattice work and beautiful stained glass. It was in the tallest turret of the palace and faced out toward the kingdom. The King often stood there looking out. From here He could see every detail of His kingdom. Sometimes as He watched, He would see one of His subjects in danger. Then He would quickly dispatch a warrior from His kingdom to race to their rescue.

It was at a such a time, as the King gazed from His window that He saw the little one. He was lost. He had wandered from the road and could not find his way back. The kingdom consisted of two forests. One was beautiful and safe. Full of rivers, brooks, and gentle creatures. The other was full of wild animals, lions, bears and ravening wolves. The King's subjects were not suppose to cross over to this forbidden valley, yet some how in trying to find his way, that's where little one had ended up. He had not wanted to draw attention to himself. He was sure given a little time he could find his way back with no harm done.
GoldenMinistries on 03.24.04 @ 06:29 PM CST [more..]

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The Time Keeper

By Carol J. Warren

Once upon a time there was a clock maker. He was an expert clock maker. No one could make clocks as accurate or as wonderful as he did. He made tall clocks and short clocks, some were round and some were square, some were very expensive and some were very cheap. He knew exactly what would be needed in every instance. He never made a clock that wouldn’t be needed or wouldn’t be useful. That is until…

It was the very small round clock that sat on the shelf above his workbench. I don’t exactly know what happened, no one could explain it. Everyone was embarrassed for the poor clock but what could you do. People began to whisper when they walked by, others boldly starred but one little clock just blurted it out. “Papa look at that weird clock over there by the wall. See Papa see.” The little clock said pointing. “His face is upside down.” Said the little clock standing on his head to see the time.
GoldenMinistries on 03.22.04 @ 11:45 PM CST [more..]

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The Rescuers

By Carol J. Warren

In the mountain forest near the edge of the Park there was a trail that led far, far into the forest. It was not a normal trail; no it was not normal at all. It was dark and foreboding. The thick trees of the forest met over the trail and there was lots of thick underbrush all around at the bottom of it. It made the trail look like a very deep dark tunnel going into the heart of the forest. The bottom of the trail was thick with fallen leaves showing that it was not walked enough to wear them down. That is because no one walking the trail ever made it to the end of the trail or ever made it back.

GoldenMinistries on 03.21.04 @ 09:46 PM CST [more..]

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The Pickle And The Snake

By Carol J. Warren

Once there was a pickle named Tom. He was a sour pickle. He lived in a jar on the shelf with the other sour pickles. Being a sour pickle they were really quite rude and well, sour. Tom was always complaining and trying to push the other pickles away so he could have more room. “Do you mind?” he would say, “You’re in my space. Scoot over this minute.”

And of course the other pickles being sour as well would answer in the same manner, “I am not in your space but you “are” in my space. Get over you rotten pickle.” It was really normal talk in the pickle jar.
GoldenMinistries on 03.20.04 @ 12:02 AM CST [more..]

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The Little Brown Bird

By Carol J. Warren

Once there was a very small fluffy round brown bird. He was rather ordinary, as a matter of fact there was nothing special about this brown bird to look at it. But the little brown bird had a tremendous desire to worship God. Not just with ordinary songs but the little brown bird wanted to be something special for the Lord. He wanted to sing in a way no one had ever sung before just for the Lord. He wanted to be the best of the best for the Lord.

He sang to the Lord all the time. Not to be seen and heard by the other birds, truthfully he did not care what they thought, but because he loved the Lord so very much. But no matter how hard he tried he just could not make his voice sound as pretty as most of the other birds. Not only that the other birds were much prettier, bigger and more colorful. There were red birds, blue birds, multicolor birds, even white birds, how could he ever hope to stand out against all these birds and their beautiful loud voices.
GoldenMinistries on 03.18.04 @ 11:42 AM CST [more..]

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The Lamp

By Carol J. Warren

In a small house near Jerusalem was a small lamp. I say that it was a lamp but it did not know it was a lamp. It had sat many years on the highest shelf, well out of reach and long forgotten. It did not help the situation that the shelf was over the stove and years of grease and grime had accumulated until the lamp was a sticky blackened mess.

One day the lady of the house found a tall stool to clean the top shelf. She had been dreading and postponing this cleaning for a long time. She didn’t care for heights but with the marriage of her oldest daughter to the son of the village’s most respect and wealthy citizen she wanted everything to be perfect. She did not want to give his snoopy mother one spec of dust to gossip about. So up on the tall stool she went gathering items and cleaning quickly, for she really did have a fear of falling.
GoldenMinistries on 03.17.04 @ 09:22 PM CST [more..]

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The Great White Bird

By Carol J. Warren

Once there was an egg sitting in the middle of a meadow. No one knew how it got there or what kind of egg it was. It could have been a lizard or some other reptile or some kind of bird. But one thing any animal that passed by that way knew was, that it didn’t have a chance to survive on its own. But they were wrong.

The strong hot sunlight that glowed down on it kept it warm enough to hatch, and hatch it did. It was a fluffy bird. That much was sure but one simply couldn’t tell what kind of bird it was. All that was evident was that it was a big bird, nothing small like a pigeon or a quail. But how would it survive without a mother? Well it just wouldn’t be able to. Some wild animal would come by and gobble it up.
GoldenMinistries on 03.16.04 @ 12:40 PM CST [more..]

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The Cow

By Carol J. Warren


Once there was a very nice pretty cow that lived on a big beautiful farm. The cow’s name was Gertrude. Gertrude was a pretty tan color. She was sleek and smooth. She had a long tail that touched the ground and two horns on her head that were about six inches long. Gertrude was very important to the farmer because she provided milk for the farmer. The farmer used this milk to drink but he also used the milk to make cream, butter, cheese and yogurt. Every morning bright and early Gertrude came to the barn to be milked. The farmer never had to call her to come; she just knew when to come and was waiting for him there.
GoldenMinistries on 03.15.04 @ 09:16 PM CST [more..]

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The Brook

By Carol J. Warren

Once upon a time there was a little brook. It was a very pleasant brook that wound its way through the countryside right by the king’s palace. The king himself enjoyed the little brook. He would often look at it from his balcony or take a walk by the brook to get away from the pressures of the court.

The little brook would laugh and splash along on the rocks and cheer the king’s heart. Not only that but the king knew when travelers were on their way to his kingdom they often grow weary and faint. Some never make it. But those that made it to the brook were refreshed and able to continue their journey strengthened and cheered. Yes the little brook was confident that he enjoyed the king’s favor and indeed was doing a good job all around.
GoldenMinistries on 03.12.04 @ 02:20 PM CST [more..]

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Schnook

By Carol J. Warren

Once upon a time in the frozen North Country their lived a small tribe of Eskimos. They lived on the fish and wild game of the area. Every year before the great freeze they would make the long journey to the south to their winter home because nothing could live in the North Country when the great freeze hit. But one year as they were preparing for their great journey to the south, they noticed the skies were already turning gray. “The freeze will hit early this year,” said their leader, “ We must work quickly to survive.”
GoldenMinistries on 03.11.04 @ 12:33 AM CST [more..]

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No Legs

By Carol J. Warren

When George was a young man he had an accident, a wagon turned over on top of him. It was a bad accident and as a result of it George lost both of his legs. Back in those days they did not have the medicines and technical skills they have in today’s hospitals. But George was determined not to let this hinder him from what he needed to do. He refused to be helpless.
GoldenMinistries on 03.10.04 @ 12:15 AM CST [more..]

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Michael, Michael

By Carol J. Warren

Michael was a little boy that was very over weight. He didn’t talk about it much but it made his life difficult at best. All the other children picked on him and called him names. He was an easy target and besides Michael never fought back.

When he went to school the bullies were always waiting for him. They would push him around and demand money or the goodies he always carried with him. No one wanted to be his friend. He was always the last one picked in sports at school and everyone including the coaches, laughed when he had to run. Worst of all even some of the teachers would make snide comments about him in front of the class, as though he deserved to be punished for being over weight and it was something he had done on purpose and could easily change if he just would.
GoldenMinistries on 03.09.04 @ 12:05 AM CST [more..]

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Jackal

Once there was a Jackal. He was an evil animal that sought out the dead and the dying, the wounded and the lost, the weak and the lonely. When he found them he would crush them and devour them. He would laugh at them as they struggled, just waiting for the right opportunity for the kill.

He scavenged the dark valley often venturing high into the hills. Then he came to the great high mountain. Oh this was the perfect place to hunt, for the paths were treacherous and full of great dangers. He would search for climbers that were weak or fallen. But he did not find as many along the way as he had thought, so he ventured to the steep snowy peaks knowing the cold would surely offer him more victims.

GoldenMinistries on 03.08.04 @ 10:20 PM CST [more..]

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Jack

By Carol J. Warren

Jack stood on his tiptoes, stretching as far as he could, clinging to a jagged rock. The rock cut into his hands. He could feel the blood trickling down his wrist, but he dare not let go. He tried to shift his weight from foot to foot on the few inches of rock he stood on, but the rock teetered ominously threatening to flip Jack backwards. Jack knew 200 feet below him lay a boulder strewn dried up creek bed. If only he hadn’t been so stubborn. If only…

GoldenMinistries on 03.07.04 @ 01:08 AM CST [more..]

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I Choose Life

by Carol J. Warren

Once there was a small dog named George. He looked a lot like the dog in the movies called Benji except he was a golden color. He was very smart and well behaved. This was a very special day for George. He must hurry and not be late. He walked down the sidewalk and around the corner. He got to the bus stop just as the bus was pulling up. Several people were getting on the bus. George just quietly moved in between their feet and worked his way to the back of the bus. It was so crowded that no one seemed to notice him at all. He hid under one of the seats along the back of the bus only lifting his head to peek when he could tell the bus was slowing down to see if it was his stop.

GoldenMinistries on 03.06.04 @ 10:26 PM CST [more..]

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Holy John

By Carol J. Warren

High up, far above most mountaintops in the area there stood a plateau. To get to the top of it you had to be a mountain climber. There were no paths and mainly straight sheer cliffs leading to the top. It seemed to be a place where only eagles could live but unknown to most people; eagles were not the only things living there.

High on top of the great plateau were two great fields lined with trees, a small brook that bubbled up through the rocks and a large cave. If you looked a little closer you might be able to see one lone man standing on top of that rocky crag. He was big and tall, rugged looking with a long beard and long hair braided from the shoulders down. He had piercing blue eyes and though he was only 30 he already had deep lines in his face from working in harsh and extreme weather conditions so much. His skin had the look of someone that is outdoors a lot. His hands were rough and strong. He stood alone looking down into the distant valley.
GoldenMinistries on 03.05.04 @ 11:20 PM CST [more..]

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Heaven

By Carol J. Warren


Once there was a little girl name Jennie. She was having a hard time understanding about heaven. When her great grandmother died her mom and dad said she went to heaven but then Jennie went to the funeral and saw her in the casket. She was very upset that her great grandmother was not in heaven like she was supposed to be. How could she be? When it was evident that she was there in the casket. Her parents told her that even though her great grandmother’s body was here she was really in heaven. It was all very confusing to Jennie. How could she be here and yet still be there? What if her great grandmother didn’t like heaven, could she come back? Her parents assured Jennie that everyone loves heaven. But when Jennie asked them how they knew that was true, they just said things like it was a wonderful place where people went when they died and everyone was happy there.
GoldenMinistries on 03.04.04 @ 06:03 PM CST [more..]

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Green Thumb

Once there was a little girl named Trina, she had a lovely room and in the corner a small shelf. She had several pretty things on it but she felt it was still somewhat bare. So she decided that she would find a very pretty rock to put on her shelf. Trina went down by the creek to begin her search but all she saw was plain brown round rocks. Really they were quite ugly.
GoldenMinistries on 03.03.04 @ 09:14 PM CST [more..]

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The Frog and The Lion

By Carol J. Warren


Once there was a very small little green frog. He was so much smaller than the average frog, indeed there was danger even of some of the larger bullfrogs trying to eat the smaller frogs. So this frog learned to live in constant fear and continually be watching for anything that might pounce on it. To increase its chances of survival these particular types of frogs usually stayed on the trees where they were a little more out of reach from the bigger animals.
GoldenMinistries on 03.02.04 @ 12:28 AM CST [more..]

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The Cockroach

By Carol J. Warren

Once upon a time there was cockroach named Sly. He was scary looking and ugly but he was also very, very fast. Sly always hid in the shadows; in the cracks and crevices others wouldn’t even have seen, waiting for the darkness to come. He loved the darkness. It hid him from others and allowed him to sneak in and out without being noticed. He loved to sneak and slither along and hide. He had a sleek long body and long feelers on his head. When it was too dark to see where he was going he could just feel his way along. Darkness was not a problem for him he thrived in the dark. He lived in the dark spaces between the walls.

GoldenMinistries on 03.01.04 @ 05:27 PM CST [more..]

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