First Things First - Eternity
Roger Thomas
John 3:16-18; Titus 3:3-8
The news spread across West Texas faster than gossip in a beauty shop. A huge Texaco oil rig had exploded. The flames burned out of control. Folk could see the smoke for miles.
All efforts to extinguish the inferno proved futile. The local riggers did their best. Nothing worked. A call went out to the oil fire experts in Houston, sometimes nicknamed "the hellfighters." Within twenty-four hours a crew of dozens and trailers loaded with millions of dollars worth of the world's best fire fighting equipment arrived.
After several tries, the Houston crew, exhausted and soot covered, reported to the office, "It's no use," the leader told the company reps. "That fire is so hot no one can get within a hundred yards of it and live. We'll just have to let it burn down some and then try again."
At thousands of dollars an hour of lost revenues, the execs wouldn't accept no for an answer. The company called a press conference and announced that a check for one million dollars plus expenses would be waiting for any fire company that could extinguish the blaze.
About 50 miles away in a little dusty cow town, a volunteer fire department consisting of four weather-beaten old Texans and a rusty second hand fire truck just happened to have the TV on while playing cards. As they watched the news conference, the old cowboys looked at one another and looked back at the TV and then back at one another. "Ain't no "faarer" around these parts we haven't been able to put out. (Do you happen to know the occupation of the wisemen in the Christmas story? They were firemen. How do we know? The Bible says before they arrived in Jerusalem, they came from a "faarer.") Any way the old cowboys said to one another, "Ain't no "faarer" around these parts we haven't been able to put out. What do you say, we give it a try?"
Quickly they loaded up their equipment and headed down the country road ...
Roger Thomas
John 3:16-18; Titus 3:3-8
The news spread across West Texas faster than gossip in a beauty shop. A huge Texaco oil rig had exploded. The flames burned out of control. Folk could see the smoke for miles.
All efforts to extinguish the inferno proved futile. The local riggers did their best. Nothing worked. A call went out to the oil fire experts in Houston, sometimes nicknamed "the hellfighters." Within twenty-four hours a crew of dozens and trailers loaded with millions of dollars worth of the world's best fire fighting equipment arrived.
After several tries, the Houston crew, exhausted and soot covered, reported to the office, "It's no use," the leader told the company reps. "That fire is so hot no one can get within a hundred yards of it and live. We'll just have to let it burn down some and then try again."
At thousands of dollars an hour of lost revenues, the execs wouldn't accept no for an answer. The company called a press conference and announced that a check for one million dollars plus expenses would be waiting for any fire company that could extinguish the blaze.
About 50 miles away in a little dusty cow town, a volunteer fire department consisting of four weather-beaten old Texans and a rusty second hand fire truck just happened to have the TV on while playing cards. As they watched the news conference, the old cowboys looked at one another and looked back at the TV and then back at one another. "Ain't no "faarer" around these parts we haven't been able to put out. (Do you happen to know the occupation of the wisemen in the Christmas story? They were firemen. How do we know? The Bible says before they arrived in Jerusalem, they came from a "faarer.") Any way the old cowboys said to one another, "Ain't no "faarer" around these parts we haven't been able to put out. What do you say, we give it a try?"
Quickly they loaded up their equipment and headed down the country road ...
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