Many have labeled Millard Fillmore the most obscure president in American history. Fillmore, our 13th president, succeeded to the presidency after the sudden death of Zachary Taylor. He was not nominated for a second term. There is a small cabin marking his birth in a state park, but the cabin is a reproduction and not on the site of his birth. There is a home he inhabited for four years, but it is not on the site of his property.
refrigerators, people used icehouses to preserve their food. Icehouses had thick walls, no windows and a tightly fitted door. One man lost a valuable watch while working in an icehouse. A small boy who heard about the fruitless search slipped into the icehouse during the noon hour and soon emerged with the watch.
At the heart of the old city of Quebec is a church called Our Lady of the Victories. It was first named The Church of the Christ Child. Then the French won a significant military victory, and the name was changed to Our Lady of the Victory.
In a recent Parade Magazine article, Mitch Albom told the fascinating story of William Kamkwamba, a young man from Malawi. When William was 14, he had a vision. He wanted to make a windmill that would pump water and make electricity for his village.
In a recent post on his blog, Mike Glenn wrote: “The Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard told a story of thieves who broke into a jewelry store and didn’t steal anything; they simply rearranged the price tags. The next morning, the expensive jewelry was sold as junk, and the junk jewelry was sold as expensive. His point is obvious. We live in a world where someone has rearranged the price tags."
In an article in the July 26, 2003 issue of World magazine, Gene Veith points out that, “Christianity is growing at a rate that is nearly unparalleled in the history of the church. Yet this growth primarily is taking place in cultures that previously have not been Christian at all. In historically Christian societies, where for centuries upon centuries the church has thrived, Christianity seems to be fading.
British Prime Minister Tony Blair came to Washington and spoke to a joint session of Congress on July 17, 2003. Early in his speech he commented, “On our way down here, Sen. Frist was kind enough to show me the fireplace where in 1814 the British had burned the Congressional Library. I know this is kind of late, but: Sorry.”
A veterinarian was feeling ill and went to see her doctor. The doctor asked her all the usual questions: What are your symptoms? How long have they been occurring? Etcetera. Finally the vet interrupted the doctor, saying...
Dear Mom, Our Scout Master told us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only two of our tents and four sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Jeff when it happened. Oh yes, please call Jeff's mother and tell her he is OK. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue Jeeps. It was neat.
Milton Berle told the story of four widows who were playing cards in the retirement home where they lived. A good-looking, older fellow walks in, bags under each arm. "What's a good-looking man like you doing here?" one asks.
Chester Harding was painting Daniel Boone's portrait in 1820, when Boone was nearly 86 years old. Harding asked Boone if he had ever been lost during his travels. Boone replied, “No, I can't say as ever I was lost, but I was bewildered once for three days.”
Bruce Thielemann once wrote, “The pulpit calls those anointed to it like the sea calls its sailor; and like the sea, it batters and bruises, and does not rest...To preach, to really preach, is to die naked a little at a time, and to know each time you do it that you must do it again.”
David Jeremiah wrote: “When missionary Amy Carmichael went to India, she suffered from acute, prolonged loneliness and homesickness. The other missionaries tried to be kind to her, but they were busy and had their own interests. One day, Amy's condition became almost intolerable, and when her mail arrived, she ran into the house, into her bedroom. Locking the door, she knelt by her bed. There she opened her letters and read them aloud, one by one, to her heavenly Father."