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A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turnedaway because it was ‘too crowded.’‘I can’t go to Sunday School,’ she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and,taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in theSunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her,and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no placeto worship Jesus.Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenementbuildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriendedtheir daughter to handle the final arrangements.As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red pursewas found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting,which read: ‘This is to help build the little church bigger so morechildren can go to Sunday School.’For two years she had saved for this offering of love.When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he woulddo. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, hetold the story of her unselfish love and devotion.He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for thelarger building.But the story does not end there…..A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by awealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it tothe little church for 57 cents.Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.Within five years the little girl’s gift had increased to $250,000.00—ahuge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish lovehad paid large dividends.When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University,where thousands of students are educated.Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday Schoolbuilding which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that nochild in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday schooltime..In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweetface of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made suchremarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr.Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, ‘Acres of Diamonds’.This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS
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A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned
away because it was ‘too crowded.’
‘I can’t go to Sunday School,’ she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and,
taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the
Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her,
and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place
to worship Jesus.

Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement
buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended
their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse
was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting,
which read: ‘This is to help build the little church bigger so more
children can go to Sunday School.’
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.

When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would
do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he
told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the
larger building.

But the story does not end there…..

A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a
wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to
the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl’s gift had increased to $250,000.00—a
huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love
had paid large dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church
, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University,
where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School
building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no
child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school
time..

In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet
face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such
remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr.
Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, ‘Acres of Diamonds’.

This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS

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Live in a fantasy world more then not. Like to imagine myself back in my Norman Rockwell world when life was so much simpler. Had to get off couch to change TV then and if lucky had 3-4 channels. Could understand music and words like "mockingbird hill" and not like todays where makes ya wanna run out into traffic. Dad came home at sundown and we ate like a family and actually talked. Today's kids running out door, may say "hi dad" if lucky and run to see what kind of trouble can get into with friends. We had daily prayer and pledge of allegiance then to. But that offended a lot of people NOT FROM THIS COUNTRY, so had to stop that. Liked to do good and be good because that's how we were raised. Nothing more impressive then having to go to the weeping willow tree to get your own switch...lol But we learned and respected parents and the law. Government had to step in though and tell parents not to spank their kids or holler at them...that was abuse. So, no discipline, no consequences hell why not do whatever ya want. Tell parents to F off. They can't do anything about it anymore. And then to have the nerve to sit back and ask "whats happened to todays youth".
Hot girl back then wore bobby socks and dress down past knees but she was breathtaking to us then..lol Today when 12 look more like 21 & cool look for guys is to wear their pants pulled down to knees.
Love heartwarming articles and stuff that interest me so like to share with those that have same interests. Like a site i love called. www.feedmecheesy.com full of inspirational clips and heartwarming stories. I also like Tom Bodett and Dave Barrys articles and blogs. Outlook on life through humorous and innocent eyes. We all had that innocence as children but forgot about our castles and fairy's, our secret friends nobody could see except us, to whom we told all our secrets and daily activities. When would romp through fields watching the butterflies and smelling the flowers, perhaps picking some dandelions for mom. But then we got older, no more time for that stuff because had things to do, places to go and bills to pay. So as smoke evaporates into nothingness as did our visions of these things and our secret friend, castles, forts, and dreams.
And so it is until very old and alone ( i've a way to go there yet...lol) and then we have time again to remember those things. So when you see an old person sitting there with a smile on his or her face and wondering why on earth they are smiling, now you know. Their secret friends have returned along with the memories of those cherished years.
Myself i think the whole purpose of life is to learn one thing and that is to learn to love. Tough talk for an ole marine vet that has killed many huh...lol Really just an ole softie. One that loves to remember and dream.........
Oh well. can't think to much about this. Back to my world with clouds flowing by and all is right with world.

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