A ROCKY FOUNDATION

                                          Ted Bundy a serial killer granted an interview to Dr. James Dobson. At the time of the interview he was on death row in Florida and was scheduled to die there a short time later. Ted had one thing on his mind and wanted to let the public in on his secret. He became addicted to pornography at a young age, and his obsession with it led him to a life of crime and brutal murder by the age of twenty-seven. He spoke of how he became hooked by exposing himself to explicit material and from that point, he led a life out-of control. His obsession was fairly tame and soft-core, but it engulfed him over time and became stronger and stronger. Soon, he was insatiable, and he needed more and more pornography and more hard-core material. When that no longe...

   An Eskimo fisherman came to town every Saturday afternoon. He always brought his two dogs with him. One was white and the other was black. He had taught them to fight on command. Every Saturday afternoon in the town square the people would gather and these two dogs would fight and the fisherman would take bets. On one Saturday the black dog would win; another Saturday, the white dog would win but the fisherman always won! His friend asked him how he did it. He said, “I starve one and feed the other. The one I feed always wins because he is stronger” ( Billy Graham 1988). In Philippians 4:6 Paul tells the Philippians not to be anxious about anything but to pray about everything. He assures them that if they do this, his peace would guard their hearts and minds in Christ Jesus (Phil 4:7). Paul’s final technique for overcoming worry is to control their thought life. Since worry and anxiety are conditions of the mind, one of the best remedies is to push them aside wit...

  When I was about ten years old, my father sent my sister and I to a room to refill a kerosene lamp one night. It was a small room and the kerosene jelly can was normally placed near the door. We got into the room and refilled the lamp. We had a matchbox and we tried to lit the lamp. But anytime the lit match stick got near the wick it would get extinguished. It was like somebody was blowing it off. After trying several times without success we gave up. We left the room and went back to the kitchen which was outside the main building. We reported the strange phenomenon to father. When he heard what we were saying, he immediately stood up. He took the lamp and run out of the room. That surprised me even more, what was going on? He came back with a wet lamp; he had cleaned it. What we had put into the lamp was not kerosene but petrol. My elder brother had left it at home and dad had placed it next to kerosene. We had no idea what petrol looked or smelt like. So who was this in...