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OTHERS
by Dr. Jack
Hyles
Electronic Printing
by FFEP
Sunday Evening Sermon
September 29, 1974
"Then said Jesus,
Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do." Luke 23:34a
"... Woman, behold thy son! ...Behold thy mother!" John 19:26, 27a
"And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with
me in paradise." Luke 23:43
I read biographies a great deal.
Especially in the early, formative days of my ministry, so very often did I
read biographies. I have read about the lives of most great men. One of my
favorite characters in all of history is General William Booth. General
Booth was the founder of the great Salvation Army, when it was more
salvation than it was army. He led in spreading the Gospel over much of the
world, as he organized street meetings and evangelistic services.
With the passing of the years, General
Booth became an invalid. His eyesight failed him, and one year he was in
such bad health that he was unable to attend the Salvation Army Convention
in London, England. Somebody suggested that General Booth send a telegram or
a message to be read at the opening of the convention. General Booth agreed
to do so.
When the thousands of delegates met,
the moderator announced that General Booth would not be able to be present
because of failing health and eyesight. Gloom and pessimism swept across the
floor of the convention. A little light dispelled some of the darkness when
the moderator announced that General Booth had sent a message to be read
with the opening of the first session. He opened the message and began to
read the following:
Dear Delegates of the
Salvation Army Convention:
OTHERS!
Signed, General Booth.
Lord, let me live from
day to day
In such a self-forgetful way
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
Others, Lord, yes, others;
Let this my motto be.
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.
You recognized awhile ago the words of
our Lord. No one ever exemplified the "others" life as did our Saviour. He
never typified His life for others quite so beautifully and so clearly as He
did when He was on the cross. As I have said from this pulpit several times,
our Lord in dying on the cross, suffered as no man ever suffered, agonized
as no man ever agonized, and hurt as no man ever hurt. His Father turned His
back on Him. His own race had crucified Him. His own city had hated Him. His
own people had nailed Him to the cross. Yet when our Lord opened His mouth
on Mount Calvary, the first statement that He made had nothing to do with
His own pain or His own suffering, but He said, "Father, forgive them; for
they know not what they do." (Luke 23:34) He did not speak of His own
suffering. Before He ever cries, "I thirst," He says, "Father, forgive them;
for they know not what they do." After awhile, He is going to say, "My God,
my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" (Mark 15:34; Matthew 27:46) He will
speak in the first person, but not yet. He speaks in the third person when
He says, "Forgive them; for they know not what they do." Before He speaks
about His own suffering He says, "Woman, behold thy son!" (John 19:26) and
"Behold thy mother!" (John 19:27) Before He says, "I thirst" or "My God, my
God, why hast thou forsaken Me?" or "Father, into thy hands I commend my
spirit" (Luke 23:46), He says, "Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be
with me in paradise." (Luke 23:43) Our Lord had learned the lesson that most
of us never learn, and that is, to live as we ought to live, is to live for
somebody else.
Lord, let me live from
day to day
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
Others, Lord, yes, others;
Let this my motto be.
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.
I don't know who the person is tonight
in this room who is the most miserable wretch here, but whoever he is, he
lives for himself. I don't know who it is tonight who is the most unhappy
creature in this room, but whoever it is has never lost himself in service
for somebody else.
I want you to notice the first three
of our Lord's sayings on the cross. In the first place He said, "Father,
forgive them; for they know not what they do." Jesus died loving others and
forgiving them. He died loving others.
There sits at my right on this
platform tonight, Brother Fisk. I kid him a great deal, but he's one of the
great, if not the greatest, personal soul winners alive today. He came to
this church 14 years ago an unsaved person. He came during a big special
contest drive. He heard me preach. He thought I preached too loud and too
long. (I would never plead guilty to either.) Somebody said that C. W. Fisk
didn't like my preaching; I thought he'd never come back. The next Sunday,
he came back. He walked the aisle and professed his faith in Christ as his
Saviour. I couldn't believe it! I went to him, shook his hand, and said
something like this, although I do not recall exactly what I said: "I'm
surprised to see you back; I thought you didn't like my preaching." He
assured me in no uncertain terms that that was an accurate appraisal, and
then he said, "I'll tell you why I came back. After the service last Sunday,
you placed your left hand on my shoulder and put your right hand in mine,
and you said three words that no one other than my wife had ever said to me
-- 'I love you."' I wonder how many people will be in Heaven because the
Holy Spirit inspired this preacher to say, "I love you."
If there is a need among fundamental
people tonight, it is for a baptism of love one for the other. Jesus died
loving others. I love to tell this story, and you may as well love to hear
it. I preached at Bob Jones University for a few days several years ago. I
had to fly all night long. I had to leave this pulpit, and somebody met me
at the back door and rushed me to O'Hare Field. The plane was to leave at
10:00 o'clock, and I got there a few minutes before 10:00. I'll never forget
it, because somebody had given me a sack of grapes to eat on the plane. I
wish they would have wrapped the grapes in some kind of plastic or waxed
paper. Because I was late for the plane, my shoe came untied and I lost my
shoe. So there I was, a sack of grapes in this hand, a shoe and a suitcase
in the other hand, running down to catch the airplane. Then the grapes
decided they wanted to work their way through the sack! As a great crowd of
people rushed to their airplanes, there were grapes rolling all over the
concourse. There were "grapes of wrath" going everywhere, and wrath coming
back toward me from the people.
I got on the plane; there was only one
seat left and I felt led to take it. I sat down beside a little lady who had
on a black sweater, a diamond pin on that sweater, and a beautiful diamond
ring, but she had her hair rolled-up. Now anybody knows that no lady with
any sense is going to take a trip with her hair rolled-up. I couldn't
understand it, because her hair was rolled up and she was wearing a diamond
pin and a beautiful, gorgeous diamond ring. She was obviously wealthy, but
obviously not prepared to travel. I sat down beside her, and as I usually
do, I spoke to my fellow traveler. (I had the misfortune being reared in the
South where folks are friendly, and did not learn that you're not supposed
to be friendly till I moved up here.) I said, "Howdy. How are you?" She
said, "Fine. How are you?" We chatted for a few minutes, and then I went off
to sleep. I slept for an hour.
I was awakened by the touching of the
wheels on the runway at Cincinnati, Ohio. I stretched, woke up, and looked
around. The little lady looked at me and she said, "Mister, could I ask you
a question?" I said, "What?" She said, "How could you do what you did while
you were asleep?" I thought, "Good night! What did I do while I was asleep?"
I said, "Ma'am, what did I do?" She said, "Sir, we have been in a storm.
This plane has almost turned over. It is the worst storm I've ever seen on a
plane. One of the stewardesses got so scared she locked herself in the rest
room. We had our heads in our pillows. Some folks have been praying aloud,
and you've been over there snoring. How could you do it?"
I said, "Dear lady, there are two
reasons, I guess. One reason is, I fly 150,000 miles a year on these planes;
but the other is, my Father owns this airplane.'! "Your father owns this
airplane?" "Yes," I said, "He owns the Delta Air Lines." She said, "Your
father owns Delta Air Lines?" I said, "Yes, ma'am, and American Air Lines."
"Delta and American?" "Eastern and Allegheny, too." "Your father owns Delta,
American, Eastern, and Allegheny?" "Yes, and also Braniff, United,
Northwestern and Ozark." Her hair fell. She said, "I am so honored to be
sitting beside the heir of the Delta, American, United, Allegheny, Braniff,
Ozark, and Eastern millions." I said, "Thank you."
She said, "May I ask you a question,
who is your father?" I said, "He's the Father of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus
Christ." Then she screamed so loudly that everybody on the plane heard her.
She sat up in her seat, pointed at me and said, "I know what you are!" She
said it so loud that everybody was listening, "You're a minister; that's
what you are!" I said, "I already knew that; but I'm more than that. I'm a
Christian. Jesus is my Saviour and God is my Father."
He owns the cattle on a
thousand hills,
The wealth in every mine.
He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills,
The sun and stars that shine.
Wonderful riches, more than tongue can tell;
He is my Father, so they're mine as well.
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills,
I know that He will care for me!
Then she screamed so loudly I'll never
forget it, "Mister, tell me one thing. Tell me, does your God love me, too?"
Everybody on the plane heard her. Folks gathered around. They thought she
was an emotionally disturbed lady. I said, "Yes, my God loves you, too, and
I love you because He loves you." As we were flying between Cincinnati,
Ohio, and Atlanta, Georgia, at 28,000 feet in the air I told her a wonderful
story of love.
Wonderful story of
love,
Tell it to me again;
Wonderful story of love,
Wake the immortal strain!
Angels with rapture announce it;
Shepherds with wonder receive it;
Sinner, 0 won't you believe it?
Wonderful story of love.
I love to tell the story,
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song
'Twill be the old, old story
That I have loved so long.
How many times have I told it from
this pulpit through these years? Oh, thank God, it never grows old! For ten
years in this auditorium I've preached from one Book, just one Book! I've
preached from it all the time; it never, never growsold. At 28,000 feet in
the air, my Father adopted her into His family and she was born of the
Spirit of God. I thought about her shriek and cry. She told me a sad story.
She told me how her husband, the manager of a manufacturing and mining
company in Racine, Wisconsin, had just left her. She had just tried to kill
herself. She rolled up the sleeve of her sweater and showed me the scars
where she had taken a razor blade and tried to kill herself. They had found
her almost dead. She said, "I have a sister in Atlanta, Georgia, who is a
Christian. I was put on an airplane with the hope that I would find a reason
to live. Of all the people that could have sat beside me, a minister of the
Gospel would come!" She was sweetly saved at 28,000 feet in the air.
I was thinking tonight, "I wonder how
many people wonder if our God loves them?" I hope I learn someday to live
for other people. I hope I'll learn what it is, before I see Him, to so
bathe myself in service for others it won't matter about self anymore. Oh,
my friends! This is a heartsick, sin-sick old world. Everybody is weeping,
and the whole creation groaneth and travaileth together. Everybody needs
somebody to help them! There's a great need. Do you want a job? Do you want
something to do for God? Just try to help other people. Oh, my! Honestly, I
mean it, I never go home late at night without wondering as I drive home
after counseling and trying to help, "How many people out yonder in this
great Chicago area could use some help?"
Lord, let me live from
day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
Others, Lord, yes, others;
Let this my motto be.
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.
Yes, Jesus died loving others. That
leads us to one of the sweetest things ever written in the Bible. Jesus is
dying on the cross. He is God incarnate, the very God of gods, clothed in
flesh, the preexistent, eternal Son of God on earth. He walked among men and
now He is on the cross. This is the most important hour in the history of
civilization -- Calvary! All the rivers of history empty into Calvary. All
the streams of prophecy find their source at Calvary. Look at Him. He's
dying. Look at Him! That's the Son of God! Look at Him! He had fellowship
with the Father before the world was. Look at Him! He's virgin-born. Look at
Him! He lived a sinless life. Look at Him! All the doctrines of
justification, propitiation, sanctification, glorification and
predestination -- all the Bible doctrines are wrapped up in what's going on
right there on Calvary. If He comes down from the cross, we are doomed: If
He stays there, we will live forever with Christ. Calvary!
Sh-h-h-h! He's opening His mouth; He's
going to speak. God Incarnate is going to speak! He has a message for us; I
wonder what it will be? I wonder if He will give us a dissertation on
justification. Hey! Maybe He will tell us something about the great doctrine
of predestination that none of us quite understands. Maybe He will tell us
something about propitiation or about the heart of God. What is He going to
say? Sh-h-h-h! Listen! I wonder what profound words will come through His
lips? He is opening His mouth. "John, take care of Mama. Mama, John's going
to take care of you."
There is something so sweet about that
I cannot even walk through the garden without feeling that I have profaned
the petals of the roses. Why wouldn't He speak about a great doctrine? I'll
tell you why! When Jesus died, He wouldn't say, "I thirst," until He took
care of His mama. (John 19:28) He died caring for the needs of others. After
awhile He's going to say, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" but
not yet; first He wants to care for the needs of others.
Let me say this. You'll never be
happy, you're barking up an empty tree; you're running down a dead-end road;
you'll never be happy until you lose yourself! Forget yourself! Forget your
own needs! Forget your own likes and dislikes! Bathe yourself in service for
other people.
Lord, let me live from
day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
I think I am a happy man. I think
folks who are around me know that I am rather happy. I enjoy life. If
happiness were bought tonight by money in the bank, I would not be happy; I
have no money in the bank. If happiness came tonight by a lack of enemies, I
would not be happy; I have thousands of enemies. Whatever degree of
happiness I've found, I've found it trying to help somebody else. "Help
somebody today, somebody along life's way." That's the secret!
There's a lady -- I think she's in the
auditorium tonight; if she's not, she usually is -- who came to my office
several years ago and said, "Pastor, I'm about to crack up." (Now, that's
nothing unusual; all ladies are about to crack up, Every lady I know either
just had a nervous breakdown or is having one now or is planning to have one
as soon as she can work it into her busy schedule.) She said, "I'm about to
crack up. Can you help me?" I said, "Yes; ma'am, I can help you." She said,
"How?" I said, ."Go bake some cookies." She asked, "What does baking cookies
have to do with my nervous breakdown?" I said, "Go bake some cookies and
take them to some deaf people in our church. Spend an hour with them,
telling them you love them. Tomorrow, bake a cake. Take that cake to some
blind person. Spend a little while with that one. The next day, go down to
the hospital with a dozen roses and go to each room in the hospital that has
nobody visiting. Give a rose to the patient in that room and have a prayer
with that one who has no visitors. Every day of your life spend at least one
hour -- at least one hour, at least one hour -- forgetting yourself and
thinking of others. That will take care of that nervous breakdown."
I didn't see that lady for awhile. It
seemed like she was trying to avoid me. One Sunday morning after months had
passed, I happened to catch her in the back of the auditorium. I called her
by name and said, "How about that nervous breakdown you were supposed to
have?" She said, "I got so busy I called it off."
You could call yours off, too. Do you
know what your trouble is? Self! Some body offended you. Somebody didn't
treat you right. Somebody mistreated you. You didn't get what you were
supposed to get. (If you got it, you wouldn't be happy.)
Others! Others!
I'm going to tell the story that I've
told so often here; I love it and it's one of the best stories for closing a
message. (Pat Paolucci, are you here tonight? I like to tell it when she's
here. She was probably in the early service this evening.) A little bus
girl, nine years of age, walked down the aisle in the old auditorium and got
saved one Sunday morning. I can still see her coat. (Some of you folks that
knew Pat; you remember that she was sort of a tubby little girl. She's
always been tubby; she still is a little tubby. Since she's not here, I'll
say that. Of course, the whole world will hear it on tape!) Her coat was
made of imitation fur. After the service was over, nine-year-old Pat came
and knocked on the door of my study. I went to the door and I said, "Can I
help you?" She said, "I'm Pat. Brother Hyles, my Mommy ain't saved. Would
you pray that my Mommy would get saved?" I prayed for her mommy to get
saved. The next Sunday morning after the service, there was a knock on my
study door. I went to the door and it was little Pat, She said, "Brother
Hyles, Mommy ain't saved yet. Would you pray that Mommy would get saved?" I
prayed. The next Sunday morning after the service, there was a knock on my
study door. It got to where almost every Sunday, if not every Sunday, Pat
would knock on my door. I'd know who it was and I wouldn't want to answer
the door. I would be busy; It didn't matter whether I was praying or winning
a soul or counseling, there would be a knock on the door. She'd say, "Would
you pray that Mommy would get saved?" For almost nine years she came by and
asked me to pray. I'll never forget it.
One Wednesday night I walked out this
side door and down the hallway behind the choir and right where you go to
the door to go down the stairs, little Pat met me. She was 18 then. "Brother
Hyles, could I have my senior appointment with you?" (As you know, I have a
senior appointment with all the high school seniors and discuss their
futures.) I said, "Pat, I won't have to have a senior appointment with you
because I know what I want you to do. I can tell you right now what you
ought to do." Pat said, "What?" I said, "I want you to go to a Christian
college and prepare to serve God full-time." She got mad at me! She put her
hands on her hips, stomped her foot (nobody here stomps their foot at me,
except Pat), and said, 'Well, Mr. Hyles," -- Mister Hyles? (Oh, I'd rather
call the pope "Pauly.") Then she said to me, "You don't even know who I am!"
I said, "Yes, I do; you're Pat. You're one of our bus kids." "Well, how do
you expect a bus kid to afford to go to college?" she said. I said, "I'm
sorry, Pat. I'm sorry, but wouldn't it be wonderful if there were a God?"
Pat said, "There's a God, and you know it!" (She was almost insolent! If
we'd had a school, I'd have given her 150 demerits. I may do it any way and
make them retroactive!) I said, "Pat, it would be wonderful if that God
weren't flat busted?" "He's not flat busted; He's rich and you know it!" she
said. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if He Weren't such a tight wad?" Disgustedly
she answered, "He's not a tight wad; He's generous and you know it!" "Oh?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if He loved little bus kids and would send them to
college?" She got mad again. She put her hands on her hips and stomped again
and called me, "Mister Hyles," again. She said, "Mister Hyles, for your
information, there is a God and He is rich and He is generous and He loves
bus kids, and for your information, I am going to college!" We knelt right
back there in that hallway right by the top of those steps and we prayed
down a college education for Pat that night!
Eight weeks after that, Pat met me
right here after a Wednesday night service. Her hand was full of green
bills. She was crying. She said, "Brother Hyles, I have $200.00 here that
people who don't even know me have given me! There is a God, and He loves
me, and He is generous! He's rich, and I'm leaving for college tomorrow at
12:00 noon on a Greyhound bus."
The next day I got the staff together -- we had 15 folks on the staff at the
time; some of the folks will remember this. Our staff got on one of the old
church buses that Pat had ridden on for nine years. We rode down on Conkey
Street where Pat lived. Just a short while before she was to leave, we
called her out to our bus and gave her a personal shower on the bus. I never
will forget it. One of the ladies on the staff bought her a.... Two of the
ladies on the staff went together and bought her a pair of.... One lady
bought her a... (You see, it was a personal shower.) After she had opened
all the 'presents she said, "Brother Hyles, there is a God. He loves me and
He's rich and He's generous. Brother Hyles, I love you so much; you've fed
me and clothed me and prayed for me." Pat went off to school.
Her mother got saved the next Sunday
right here in this auditorium! Five months passed. The folks on the staff
will remember this. I got a long-distance call from Pat in Chattanooga,
Tennessee. (The little stinker called me collect, would you believe it?)
"Hello. Long-distance calling collect for Reverend Jack Hyles." "This is
Brother Hyles." "Brother Hyles, this is Pat. I'm so happy. I wanted you to
know. Brother Hyles, this is the happiest day of my life. I wanted you to
know first; I haven't told my mother, yet. I haven't told my father, yet. I
wanted you to know first; I haven't told my sister, yet." I said, "You
haven't told your pastor yet, either." She said, "Brother Hyles, a preacher
just proposed to me. I'm so happy." I put the phone on the desk -- didn't
hang it up, but put it on the desk; I felt a spell coming on. When I have a
spell, I always take off my shoes. I took off my shoes and jumped around the
room, clapping my hands and saying, "Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!" My
mind went back to the morning when a little nine-year-old girl got saved. I
remembered the little meeting we had nine years later in the hallway behind
the choir. I heard Pat's voice on the phone saying, "Brother Hyles, Brother
Hyles, Brother Hyles!" I went over to the phone and said, "What is it?" She
said, "This is costing money." I said, "Don't forget, honey, it was
collect!" I put the phone down and clapped my hands some more and rejoiced
and praised the Lord.
The next June I stood right here on
this platform, and a young man stood right here beside me. Down that
stairway the bride came -- a bus kid, just a bus kid. She walked down the
aisle and we slobbered through a ceremony together.. (I slobber through
everything I do.) She was married.
After the ceremony, she said, "Brother
Hyles, aren't you going to preach at Highland Park in Chattanooga at
Tennessee Temple School this summer?" I said,. "Yes." She said, "Would you
come to our little apartment and let me fix you a meal? I would just love to
have you." I said, "Why, sure."
So later that summer on a Friday at noon, I walked up an old stairway to
second-floor apartment of a married college student. It was summertime; the
screen door was closed, but the main door was open and I heard Pat say, "I
wish I could die!" I didn't think it was that bad to have me over to eat; I
couldn't understand what the deal was. Again she said, "I wish I could die!"
So I decided to wait and see why she wanted to terminate her existence. I
listened and she said these words to her husband: "I burned the steak! I
wanted to serve Brother Hyles a good meal, but I burned the steak and I
don't want to live."
Soon I said through the screen door
"I'm here!" She said, "Come in." I went in; nobody as yet had come to the
door, I was just standing by myself in the other room. I called to her and
said, "Pat, what are we having for lunch?" She said, "Steak."' I said, "Pat
do me a favor." "What?" "I like my steak burned. Would you put my piece back
in the oven and just burn it slightly, please?" I heard her say, "Praise the
Lord!" So, we had a lovely meal. Pat and her husband and I had an enjoyable
meal. My steak was highly baptized with ketchup, but we had a lovely meal.
When it was all over, Pat said, "Brother Hyles, we bought you something."
She gave me a little gift-wrapped package. I opened it. It was a little
notebook; you've seen these little plastic notebooks that cost a dollar.
I'll tell you why I know; because the price tag was still on it. (When you
buy a gift that "expensive," you ought to leave the price tag on it.) I
opened it and they were so pleased and I was so pleased. (I still have the
notebook. I wouldn't trade it for the Taj Mahal.) Pat said, "Brother Hyles,
there is a God, He is rich, He loves bus kids, and He is generous. Brother
Hyles, I love you and I appreciate you." After I left I sang. (I can't sing!
When I sing, the angels weep and Heaven's flag is flown for three days at
half-mast.) I was singing and crying,
Lord, let me live from
day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
Others, Lord, yes, others;
Let this my motto be.
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.
Elizabeth Barrett was an invalid and
for many, many months didn't even lift her head off her pillow. One day
Robert Browning came to see her. On his first visit, she lifted her head for
the first time in months. On his second visit, she sat up in bed. On his
third visit, she eloped with him. Others! Others!
Jesus -- God Incarnate, the
preexistent Son of God becoming flesh -- with all the sins of all the
universe, of all the world, heaped up on his shoulders, suffered as no man
ever suffered! He saw the back side of the Father for the first time in
eternity, but He said, "John, take care of Mama. Mama, John's going to take
care of you." He said to the thief on the cross, "Today shalt thou be with
Me in paradise." He died saving others.
I've been your pastor over 15 years --
over ten of them have been in this auditorium. There is one thing I want my
people to do -- I want you to forget yourself! I want you to be happy. I
want you to live the victorious life. I don't want you to be miserable. I
want you to be happy. God knows I do. I want the best for you. You are my
people. I love the words, "preacher" and "pastor." You've got me so spoiled,
it's pitiful. Between services tonight I said, "I wish I had something to
eat; I need a little energy." I opened the office door and saw a little
package of peanuts that somebody had left me. Here's the sweet thing about
it -- and Jesus is this way -- I said, "How can I eat the peanuts? The skins
and pieces of nuts will stay in my teeth and bother me when I'm preaching!"
Whoever gave me the peanuts had thought about that, too. There was a little
piece of Dentyne chewing gum that I could chew so the leftover pieces of
nuts would stick to the gum. The Lord's that way and you're that way.
Somebody left me three tomatoes. That's the way it is all the time! There
was a note from a little girl saying, "I love you." Little boys write notes
and say, "I'm glad you're my Preacher." So, I want the best for you.
Listen to me. I know that when I'm not
happy, it's because of selfishness; and I know when you're not happy, it's
because of selfishness. It be a wonderful thing if we could so live that the
theme song of our lives would be "Others."
Lord let me live from
day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for others.
Others, Lord, yes, others;
Let this my motto be.
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.
"Father, forgive them. They don't know
what they're doing." "Mama, John's going to take care of you. John, you take
care of Mama." "Today shalt thou be with me in paradise."
I'd like to close my ministry some day
from behind this pulpit with one word to my people: "OTHERS! Signed, Your
Pastor."
Let us pray.
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