March, 2008

April, 2008

May, 2008

My new book, The Key to Understanding The Revelation, was delayed by our printer. After they finished printing the book, they had some problem binding it, and they had to start over and reprint the entire book. That made us late receiving it. Because of that I am continuing our special offer through the month of March. There will be no more numbered, autographed, dated copies after the end of March.
Those who have already sent an offering of $30.00 or more will receive their shipment of books as fast as we can fill their orders.
For those who have not responded to our offer, I am extending the offer through the month of March. I am offering a copy of my new book, The Key to Understanding The Revelation, a copy of Family and Friends Cookbook compiled by my wife, and a copy of my last inspirational novel, entitled Birdman, free with an offering of $30.00 or more. Also, I will send a one-year subscription of The Arnold Report to four people of their choice.
Write or phone. Our mailing address is Louis Arnold Ministries, 2440 Bethel Road, Nicholasville, KY 40356. Our toll free number is 1-800-854-8571.

Our toll free number is:
1-800-854-8571
E-Mail: louisarnoldlwa@earthlink.net
Address:
Louis Arnold Ministries
2440 Bethel Road
Nicholasville, KY 40356

Abe Two Sez

Abe is a 34 inch miniature donkey who lives at Gospel Acres.

 

“I have a hard time filling the hooves (shoes) of the first Abe, but I’m doing the best I can.
I keep hoping people will forget him.”

 

 

 

Comments We Love

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“May God bless you as you continue to preach the Gospel wherever you are called to preach,” Lady, Charleston, West Virginia.

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“I have read several of your books, I read Riverman twice. . . I love to read, but it is so hard to find good clean books like yours,” Lady, Harrodsburg, Kentucky.

“Our ladies just love Brother Arnold’s books. We are reading them and passing around to share,” Pastor’s Wife, Smithfield, Kentucky.

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“I already have most of your books. The one about the Tribulation (When Will the Tribulation Begin?) I have read at least six times and some of the others at least two times,” Man, Saint Albans, West Virginia.

He Is Risen

Exciting things happened on the morning of the resurrection of Jesus. On Sunday morning, as dawn was approaching, Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of James, and Salome were on their way to the tomb when an earthquake shook the ground, and a mighty angel, with a face like lightning and garments as white as snow, appeared, rolled away the stone from the tomb, and sat upon it. The Roman guards trembled and fell like dead men, and the angel proclaimed, He is not here: for he is risen, . . . (Matt. 28:6).
God often used angels to announce great events regarding the birth and ministry of Jesus. An angel appeared to Joseph in a dream and told him that Mary was to bear a Son that was begotten of the Holy Ghost. He was to name Him Jesus because he would be the Saviour (Matt. 1:21). An angel appeared to Mary and told her she was to be the mother of the Saviour (Luke 1:28-35).
The night Jesus was born the angel of the Lord announced to the shepherds that Jesus had been born in Bethlehem (Luke 2:8-11).
When Jesus met with His disciples for the last time on the Mount of Olives, as they watched Him ascend into Heaven two angels appeared to them and announced that He would come again as they had seen him go (Acts 1:10, 11).
When Jesus comes again all the holy angels will come with Him (Matt. 25:31). The Second Coming would not be possible if Jesus had not risen from the dead. He did rise from the dead. He lives, and He is coming again.

 

Poem

CHRIST
Our Only Hope

On a huge cross by the side of an Italian highway hung a hideous caricature of the Beloved of our souls, who poured out His life for our redemption. Out of reverence to the living Christ we turned aside, disgusted from the revolting image, but not was until we had espied the words SPES UNICA, in capitals over its head. Here was truth emblazoned on an idol. Yes, indeed, Jesus, our now exalted, but once crucified Lord is the sole and only hope of man. Assuredly, O Lord Jesus, thou art spes unica to our soul.
"Other refuge have we none,
Hangs our helpless soul on thee."
We found this diamond in the mire of superstition: does it sparkle any less?
—C. H. Spurgeon

SALVATION

Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.

Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers, my sighs, my tears
Can bear my awful load.

Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
—Selected

God’s Keeping Power

I heard them tell of the Saviour’s love
And how He came from His throne above,
To take the place of sinful me
When I should have died instead of He.
He suffered and bled and died for man
And on the third day He arose again.
When I received Him that happy hour
No one said aught of His keeping power.

But later, when storms around me rolled,
I wondered if I was inside of His fold.
When Satan tempted me I seemed so alone;
I wondered if I was really Christ’s own.
When I would say things that were not right
I wondered if I was a child of light.
When I would do things I should not do
I wondered if God would see me through.

But Jesus said I can make you stand;
You can’t be plucked from the Father’s hand.
My grace is sufficient for thee alone
And you have an advocate at the throne.
My covenant never will I break;
My saints I never will forsake.
The Spirit from thee will not depart;
God’s laws are written on your heart.

So let your heart be troubled never;
I’ve betrothed thee unto Me forever.
Once have I sworn in holiness
At the Father’s throne thy name confess.
I’ll show you a crystal river of life
And you, the bride, will be My wife.
Then shalt thou in all radiance shine
Because My likeness will be thine.
—Otto Seymour

He Is Risen!

How do I know that Christ is risen?
What proof have I to give?
He touched my life one blessed day
And I began to live.

How do I know He left the tomb
That morning long ago?
I met Him just this morning
And my heart is still aglow.

How do I know that endless life
He gained for me that day?
His life within is proof enough
of immortality.

How do I know that Christ still lives
Rich blessings to impart?
He walks with me along the way
And lives within my heart.
—Author Unknown

Easter Joy

It’s not the effort that I put forth
That keeps me going along life’s way . . .
But the strength my Saviour gives me
That is sufficient for each new day.

And it wasn’t the Romans on that day long ago
Who nailed Christ to Calvary’s tree . . .
But the love of our Father in Heaven above
For the likes of you and of me.

Three days He laid within the grave
Placed in a rich man’s tomb . . .
Quite a journey He had made
To here from His mother’s womb.

But on that glorious Easter morn
He arose and came forth from the grave.
When Mary Magdalene went to look for Him
She looked for Him in vain.

For He had found victory over death . . .
He wasn’t there anymore . . .
And so, He waits for we who love Him
On Heaven’s eternal, golden shore.
—Lois Ansell Mullins

An Easter Poem

I think of Christ—His life upon the earth,
The weary road He traveled from His birth,
Until His death upon a hillside cross
And yet how brave He bore His grief, His loss,
His Agony . . . I think before His eyes
He must have kept the day that He would rise.
With all the darkness past, His great task done
He must have known the Easter morning sun
Would look like this, and all the world be glad
And be freed from the dark grief He had.

Sure some Easter morning must await
All burden bearers, whether soon or late
The load be lifted, surely there will be
Some sunburst hour when they will be free,
Some spiritual high moment that will seal
God’s will perfected through the pain they feel.
Ah, if we keep the vision on the way,
Surely each heart will have its Easter Day.
—Grace Noll Crowell

Because of Jesus

I look at my hands and I think of Yours,
Forever scarred for me.
My feet must walk straight because Your feet
Went stumbling, to a tree.
My eyes will hold pity because Your eyes
Look down, and pity me.
My heart will forever sing a song,
For Your heart set it free.
—Author Unknown

“Depth of Mercy!” which was first published in 1740, originally contained thirteen verses, and was entitled “After a Release Into Sin.”
Doctor Belcher in his Historical Notes on Hymns and Authors, tells the story of an actress who was in a country town when she heard a group of humble people in a cottage singing this hymn. She entered and found a service in progress which she followed with the deepest emotion. After she had departed the tender words of Charles Wesley’s hymn haunted her and at last she secured a copy of the hymnbook. Over and over she read the words with their winsome picture of Jesus Christ, wounded for her transgressions, weeping for her waywardness, but still loving with an infinite love. And thus she was led to surrender to Him.
Her conscience troubled her about continuing her work on the stage, but the manager of the theater with plausible arguments induced her to go on with the leading part in a new play soon to be produced, and she appeared on the opening night. Her entrance on the stage was to have been accompanied by her singing of a song in the play. But the song she could not sing, for she was thinking of her recent conversion and of the hymn which had brought her to Christ. Finally, clasping her hands and with tears in her eyes, she sang to the audience:
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
—Selected 100 & One Hymn Stories

The church, and for that matter the world, is likely to be enriched with devout hymns from the Christian converts in heathen lands. There is nothing which evidences the presence of the Holy Spirit as an illuminator more sharply than the high and clear apprehension of divine things, which is shown in the rich personal soul-exercises of some Christians who were but yesterday in the darkness and degradation of paganism.
This is the first Kafir hymn by the first Kafir convert, Ntsikana, a convert from the blackest darkness of the Dark Continent. He had large gifts of poetry and music. These lines are sung all over southern Africa by Christian Kafirs. The author of the translation is unknown to us:

The great God, He is in Heaven.
Thou art Thou, Shield of truth.
Thou art Thou, Stronghold of truth.
Thou art Thou, Thicket of truth.
Thou art Thou, who dwellest in the highest,
Who created life (below) and created life) above.
The Creator who created, Heaven.
This Maker of the stars, and the
Pleiades (cluster of stars).
The star flashed forth, telling us.
The Maker of the blind, does He not make them on purpose?
The trumpet sounded, it has called us,
As for His hunting, He hunteth for souls.
Who draweth together flocks opposed to each other.
The leader, He led us;
Whose great mantle, we put it on.
Those hands of Thine, they are wounded.
Those feet of Thine, they are wounded.
Thy blood, why is it streaming?
This great price, have we called for it?
This home of Thine, have we called for it?
— “The Missionary Review” July, 1901

. . . For what is your life? . . . (James 4:14).

James places this question between two tremendous truths. 1. We do not know what tomorrow will bring. 2. Life is short, and time is fleeting. These truths rise like mountain peaks. One is the mountain of uncertainty, and the other is the mountain of eternity. These mountains are ever before us. Yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is uncertain. We can only be sure of today, and we should use it wisely.
We have an allotted time—three score and ten years—perhaps a few more years. What shall we do with those years? We should spend them serving God and our fellowman.
Life is a balancing act. How much time do we give to God, and how much time do we spend in our own pursuits? We should have God in our thoughts at the beginning of each day, and we should share flowers of kindness and deeds of service with others as we journey through the day.

Just one life.
It will soon be passed.
Only what we do for Christ will last.
—Author Unknown
—Selected “Day Starters”

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A warden in a prison felt sorry for a prisoner who never had any visitors. “Don’t you have any friends or family members?” he asked one day.
“Oh, yes,” the prisoner replied, “but they’re all in here.”

Some people think about Jesus about like they do George Washington—somebody they have read about or heard about.

God always takes care of His own, and He is never late.

God’s judgments are sure. No nation has ever sinned that God has not exacted payment sooner or later.

We need to cry out against sin until people become convicted of their sin.
—Louis Arnold

Never be afraid to stand with the minority when the minority is right, for the minority which is right will one day be the majority; always be afraid to stand with the majority which is wrong, for the majority which is wrong will one day be the minority.
—William Jennings Bryan

The Bible is like a telescope. If a man looks through his telescope, then he sees worlds beyond; but if he looks at his telescope, then he does not see anything but that. The Bible is a thing to be looked through, to see that which is beyond; but most people only look at it; and so they see only the dead letter.

—Phillips Brooks
Selected “The Treasure Chest”

Most of my meetings are in driving distance, but last month Mrs. Arnold and I flew to Colorado for a eight-day meeting with Pastor Wayland Hutto and Fountain Independent Baptist Church in Fountain, Colorado. God blessed with good results, but I became ill with a virus while I was there. Since returning home I have almost recovered, and I am looking forward to my next meeting. My schedule is on the web site.
We regret being late filling some of the orders for my new book, The Key to Understanding The Revelation. At last we are caught up, and we are getting letters of appreciation from those who have read the book. Please keep praying for my ministry as I continue to travel and preach.

Our Toll Free Number is:
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Web Site: louisarnoldministries.org
E-Mail: louisarnoldlwa@earthlink.net
Address: Louis Arnold Ministries
2440 Bethel Road
Nicholasville, KY 40356

Abe is a 34 inch miniature donkey who lives at Gospel Acres.

“My head aches from trying to think of something to write for The Arnold Report. I reckon I’ll just skip this month. ‘April Fool!’”

Comments We Love

“I am really enjoying your new book on Revelation. I read a chapter in the Bible. Then read a chapter in the book. It really explains it. There is more in the Revelation than people realize. I’m going to read it again,” Lady, Phoned From Asheville, North Carolina.

“I really enjoy all your books and the newsletter. I think Abe Two is pretty smart too. I think it is awesome that you are still out preaching at 94 years of age,” E-mail From Lady in Munster, Indiana.

“I really enjoy The Arnold Report. It is such a blessing to hear you (on radio) every day,” Man, Harrodsburg, Kentucky.

“I just went to the mailbox, and The Arnold Report was among the stuff. I sat down and read it completely. Seems like this one was especially good. The article, “The Value of Tears,” was such a blessing to me,” E-mail From a Lady in Elkview, West Virginia.

A preacher phoned to say that he read half of The Key to Understanding The Revelation the day he received it. He commented on something he had not seen in his previous study of The Revelation and asked if I would mind if his pastor taught The Revelation from my book.

A preacher phoned he had read the new book (The Key to The Revelation) and really enjoyed it, Canton, Ohio.

 

Some Preaching Is Not Gospel

Preaching takes many forms, and not all of it is Gospel preaching. The Apostle Paul defines the Gospel as the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ. In 1 Corinthians 15:1 he wrote, . . . I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you . . . Then in verses 3 and 4 he defines the Gospel . . .Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures.
The Gospel is the good news that Jesus redeemed sinners by His death on the cross, that He arose from the dead, and that He lives. Sermons are preached on many themes, but only sermons that proclaim redemption through the shed blood of Jesus Christ are Gospel sermons.
Gospel preaching does not stray from the cross. Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 2:2, For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
All preaching should lift up Jesus. He said, And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me (John 12:32). Of course this verse refers to the crucifixion, but we do no violence to the verse when we lift up Jesus in our preaching.
When I was ordained as a young preacher, an older preacher preached the ordination sermon. He was a great preacher, but the only thing I remember about his sermon was when he stopped preaching, looked down at me, and said, “Young man don’t ever take a text that is not about Jesus. If you take a text and do not find Him in it, put Him in anyway, because He belongs there.” I took his advice and through the years, I have tried to preach about Jesus.
Some years ago I was scheduled to hold a city-wide revival in Norfolk, Virginia. Before the meeting was to start the man who was to lead the singing wrote and ask me what kind of songs I wanted him to have the people to sing. In my reply I wrote, “Sing about Jesus.” I knew he would not go wrong if he did that, and I know that no preacher will go wrong if he preaches Jesus and Him crucified.

Poems

Peace With God

How sweet to be at peace with God
To know your sins forgiven,
That should you take your leave of earth
You have a home in Heaven.
While sin and sorrow reign without
There is peace and joy within,
In harmony with all the world,
With heart made free from sin.

The trees that stand so straight and tall
With branches toward the sky,
Will bow and wave in reverence,
For Christ the Lord is nigh.
In all the universe around,
In earth, in air and sky,
We feel the presence of our Lord,
His ever watchful eye.
—Mrs. Ida Woodring

CONSOLATION

There is never a day so dreary
But God can make it bright,
And unto the soul that trusts Him,
He giveth songs in the night.
There is never a path so hidden,
But God can lead the way,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance
And patiently wait and pray.

There is never a cross so heavy
But the nailscarred hands are there
Outstretched in tender compassion
The burden to help us bear.
There is never a heart so broken
But the loving Lord can heal.
The heart that was pierced on Calvary
Doth still for His loved ones feel.

There is never a life so darkened,
So hopeless and unblessed,
But may be filled with the light of God
And enter His promised rest,
There is never a sin or sorrow,
There is never a care or loss,
But that we may bring to Jesus
And leave at the foot of the cross.
—Author Unknown

Sowing the Seed

A Tract slipped in a letter
And backed with fervent prayer,
Can be the means of winning
A Soul! a gem most rare.

To ev’ry class of people,
God’s truth should now be given;
Good tracts are God’s Evangels—
Are sign-posts unto Heaven!

O who will help distribute
The seed in every field?
God’s promise is most precious—
He’ll multiply the yield!

Some day we’ll come rejoicing,
When bringing in the sheaves;
But NOW’S the time for sowing
For Fruit; instead of leaves.
—E. E. B.

A sea captain related at a prayer meeting in Boston a short time ago a thrilling incident in his own experience. “A few years ago,” said he, “I was sailing by the island of Cuba, when the cry ran through the ship, ‘Man overboard!’ It was impossible to put up the helm of the ship, but I instantly seized a rope and threw it over the ship’s stern, crying out to the man to seize it as for his life. The sailor caught the rope just as the ship was passing. I immediately took another rope, and making a slip noose of it, attached it to the other, and slid it down to the struggling sailor, and directed him to pass it over his shoulders and under his arms, and he would be drawn on board. He was rescued; but he had grasped that rope with such firmness, with such a death-grip, that it took hours before his hold relaxed, and his hand could be separated from it. With such eagerness, indeed, had he clutched the object that was to save him, that the strands of the rope became imbedded in the flesh of his hands!”
Reader, has not God let down from Heaven a rope to every sinner on the earth, is not every strand a precious promise, and ought we not to lay hold on it as for our very life?
—The Family Treasury
Spurgeon Notebook

God’s Finances

A wealthy God is God, it seems,
With wealth beyond our fondest dreams,
With all the love there is to know,
With all the beauty, there’s to show,
With all the life at His command,
With all the joy right, in His hand,
With all the health, with all the youth,
With all the wisdom, and all the Truth.
My Father’s wealth is everywhere,
And I am thankful I’m His heir.
—Selected

The New Testament scene does not lie in some misty, undefined portion of time, the place of which cannot be ascertained, but in a period as historical and as recognizable as that of Queen Elizabeth or Charles the Second. The geography of the New Testament is historical. It includes empires and kingdoms, provinces and cities, mountains and oceans, rivers and valleys, which are all real and correctly indicated. The smallest villages equally with the largest cities are accurately represented and located. The progress of modern discovery has only tended to confirm the book in it minutest details. This is not usual with mythical and purely fabulous writings, with which, indeed, the rule is quite the opposite.
—B. H. Cowper

The Bible was never intended to be a Book for scholars and specialists only.
From the very beginning It was intended to be everybody’s Book, and that is what It continues to be.
Although the Bible was completed such a long time ago, It never grows out of date, because the subjects with which It deals retains a relevance from one century to another and concern us today as vitally as they did the people who first read It.
—Author Unknown

Living Treasure

My day belongs to God,
Its moments joy-filled;
I see where He has trod,
And beauty spilled.

I see the glowing sky
In sunrise hours
Where brilliant cloud-flags fly
On mountain towers.

I hear the waking birds
And note with pleasure
That all God’s earth is filled
With living treasure.
—N. W. Walter

The Bible

Think of it carefully,
Study it prayerfully;
Deep in thy heart
Let its oracles dwell.

Ponder its mystery,
Slight not its history;
None can e’er love it
Too fondly or well.
—Selected

In the year A. D. 62 a certain Roman citizen was cast into prison because of a multitude of accusations against him. At his hearing before Festus he appealed to Caesar for justice, and was held for trial at Rome. Shortly afterward he was asked to state his defense before King Agrippa, and Bernice, who were then visiting Festus. That defense, uttered by Paul—for he was the accused prisoner—is found in the twenty-sixth chapter of the Acts of the Apostles, and is one of the greatest addresses to be found in the Holy Scriptures. At the conclusion King Agrippa said to Paul: Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian, to which Paul replied, I would to God, that not only thou, but also all that hear me this day, were both almost, and altogether such as I am, except these bonds.
A clergyman by the name of Brundage was once preaching upon this subject and concluded his sermon with these solemn words:
“He who is almost persuaded is al-most saved, but to be almost saved is to be entirely lost.” Philip Bliss was present and was so deeply impressed by these words that he wrote one of his most helpful hymns, based on the phrase “almost persuaded,” as a direct result of this sermon. During the Moody revivals many souls, almost persuaded were helped by the appeal of this hymn to decide for Christ before it was too late.
—Selected 100 & One Hymn Stories

Almost Persuaded Now to Believe
By Philip Bliss, 1838-1876

“Almost persuaded” now to believe;
“Almost persuaded” Christ to receive;
Seems now some soul to say,
“Go, Spirit, go Thy way
Some more convenient day,
On Thee I’ll call.”

“Almost persuaded,” come, come today,
“Almost persuaded,” turn not away;
Jesus invites you here,
Angels are ling’ring near,
Pray’rs rise from hearts so dear;
O wand’rer come!

“Almost persuaded,” harvest is past!
“Almost persuaded,” doom comes at last!
“Almost” cannot avail;
“Almost” is but to fail!
Sad, sad, that bitter wail—
“Almost,” but lost!

No words can express how much the world owes to sorrow. Most of the Psalms were born in a wilderness. Most of the Epistles were written in a prison. The greatest thoughts of the greatest thinkers have all passed through fire. The greatest poets have “learned in suffering what they taught in song.” In bonds Bunyan lived the allegory that he afterwards indited, and we may thank Bedford Jail for the “Pilgrim’s Progress.” Take comfort, afflicted Christian! When God is about to make pre-eminent use of a man. He puts him in the fire.
—Macdonald

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).

There are times when we say things or do things that we know are not right. When that happens we are not to become discouraged or to feel that we cannot live a Christian life. Instead, we are to ask for God’s forgiveness. He has promised to forgive us and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Asking God to forgive us is our part. God’s part is to forgive us. We are told that He is faithful. That means He is dependable. We are also told that He is just. Jesus has paid for our sins, and a just God will not require that we pay for them a second time. When we confess, God will forgive all our sins. We should make it a daily practice to confess our sins, even those that we do not realize that we have committed. That way there will be nothing between us and our God, and we can live victoriously.
—Selected “Day Starters”

New Book

My new book, Day Starters, is a beautiful book, and it is being well received. Copies may be ordered for $12.00 postpaid.
You may order toll free by dialing 1-800-854-8571.

A pastor’s little daughter was sent to bed with a stomachache. A few minutes later she came to the head of the stairs and called down, “Mama, let me talk to Daddy.”
“No Dear, not tonight.”
The little girl answered, “Please, Mama. I’m a very sick woman, and I want to talk to my pastor.”

As long as I am conscious of the smile of God upon me it matters not how dark the day or how many the trials, I have peace.

It is a strange thing that people think children can be old enough to serve the Devil, but not old enough the serve the Lord.
—Louis Arnold

Springs are little things, but they are sources of large streams; a helm is a little thing, but we know its use and power; nails and pegs are little things, but they hold the parts of a large building together; a word, a look, a smile, a frown, are all little things, but powerful for good or evil. Think of this, and mind the little things.
—Selected “Leaves of Gold”

The Bible is the book of all others to be read at all ages and in all conditions of human life.

The Bible is a guidebook: the way to master it is to let it master us.
—Selected “Apples of Gold”

There are two things you never want to pay attention to—abuse and flattery. The first can’t harm you and the second can’t help you.
—Selected “Book of Days”

Last month I mentioned that I became ill with a virus at the end of a meeting in Colorado. I want to assure everyone that I have returned to my normal good health, and I continue to travel and preach.
Mother’s Day comes this month. It can be a great day in churches across the land when mothers attend church with their families. I always look forward to preaching on Mother’s Day. This month on Mother’s Day I will be preaching in the Resurrection Baptist Church in Circleville, Ohio.
We welcome the new people who have started receiving The Arnold Report since the first of the year. We trust it will be a blessing to them and to those who have already been receiving it.
My mailing address is:
Louis Arnold Ministries, 2440 Bethel Road Nicholasville, KY 40356. Our toll free number is 1-800-854-8571.
Local Number: 859-858-3538
Web Site: louisarnoldministries.org
E-Mail:
louisarnoldlwa@windstream.net


Abe is a 34 inch miniature donkey who lives at Gospel Acres.

“I reckon I earn my keep. I’m friendly with visitors when it suits me. I keep the coyotes from killing any of the goats, and I let my humans pet me when I’m in a good mood.”

“It’s good to hear you on the air each day. We don’t get to go to church every Sunday,” Radio Friends, Danville, Kentucky.

“I love your devotional “Day Starters” and also The Arnold Report,” Lady, Reedsburg, Wisconsin.

“Still enjoy reading The Arnold Report from cover to cover. It is such a blessing.
“I can’t do without my Day Starters,” Couple, Clinton, Ohio.

Talking With Mama

My mother loved the Bible, and she liked to discuss it. When we talked, she often asked questions about Bible passages that puzzled her. Often her questions were hard questions. She believed that the Bible was the inspired Word of God, and it troubled her that there were things in it that she did not fully understand.
Sometimes I was able to answer Mama’s questions. Other times I was not. And there were times when I could tell that my answers did not fully satisfy her. That always troubled me.
There are still some things that I do not fully understand. That is true with all of us. Regarding this, the Apostle wrote, For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known (1 Cor. 13:12).
Mama is in Heaven now, and her questions are all answered. She no longer sees through a darkened glass. She is in the Land where the children of God see face to face and know as they are known. If I could talk with Mama now, I would be the one who would be asking questions. When at last I meet her in Heaven, I will know her, and she will know me, for that is the Land where we shall know even as we are known.
That reality should comfort every child of God whose mother has preceded them into the glory world.

Good News In America

There is much that is wrong in America. Gone are the days when we used to leave home without locking our doors and sleep at night with not a thought of locking them. Gone are the days when we felt safe in the streets of our cities.
Those were the “Good Old Days.” In those days children were taught to respect grown-up people. They addressed them as Mister and Mistress. They were taught to say, “Thank you,” and “If you please.” In those days we seldom heard of a crime worse than chicken stealing or a drunken brawl. Terrorists were unheard of, and wars were far from our shores.
Today we live in a different country. Neatness in dress and good manners are almost unheard of. Our society has become coarsened, and people have become accustomed to it. Our streets are no longer safe, and our country is fighting a war that appears to have no end.
With all the bad news in our day people often wonder is there is any good news. I am glad to report that there is. Americans are going to church in record numbers. That is good news. Mega-churches are often in the news, but that is only a small part of the picture. There are thousands of small, Bible-preaching, soul-winning, missionary-supporting churches all over America. These churches are filled with good, God-serving, loving people who are loyal Americans. There are hundreds of Christian colleges that are true to the Bible, and hundreds of Bible-based Christian organizations that are blessing our nation and the world. The good books that are being written by Christian authors are also good news.
God’s people have cause to rejoice. We are not supposed to be discouraged. God wants us to be full of joy. In Luke 21 Jesus described times so terrible that men’s hearts would fail them for fear. Then in verse 28 He said, “And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.”

Poems

My Mother’s Prayer
By Louis Arnold

Among the treasured pictures
That I’ve hung on memory’s wall,
There’s one that’s clearer than the rest
And sweeter far than all:
’Tis a picture of my mother
When I, a little chap,
Was folding in her loving arms,
To slumber on her lap;
I felt her hands caress my head,
I heard her softly say,
“Dear Jesus, take this little life
And use it every day.”

A Love Cake For Mother
1 can of obedience
several pounds of affection
1 pint of neatness
some holiday, birthday, and everyday surprises
1 can of running errands (the willing brand)
1 box of powdered get up when I should
1 bottle of keep sunny all day long
1 can of pure thanksgiving

Mix well, bake in a hearty, warm oven and serve to Mother every day.
She ought to have it in BIG SLICES.
—Selected

To Any Mother

There are little eyes upon you,
and they’re watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly
take in every word you say;
There are little hands all eager
to do everything you do,
And a little girl who’s dreaming
of the day she’ll be like you.

You’re your little girl’s idol,
you’re the wisest of the wise;
In her little mind about you
no suspicions ever rise;
She believes in you devoutly,
holds all you say or do
She will say it in your way when,
she’s grown-up just like you.

There’s a wide-eyed little girl
who believes you’re always right,
And her ears are always open,
and she watches day and night;
You are setting an example
every day in all you do
For the little girl who’s waiting
to grow up to be like you!
—Author Unknown

Are All The
Children In?

I think ofttimes as the night draws nigh,
Of an old home on a hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom starred
Where the children played at will;
And when the night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look around and ask,
“Are all the children in?”

’Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill,
No longer echoes to childish feet
And the yard is still, so still;
But I see it all as the shadows creep,
And though many years have been
Since then, I can still hear mother ask,
“Are all the children in?”

I wonder if, when the shadows fall,
On the last short earthly day,
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired with our childish play;
When we step out into that Other Land,
Where mother so long has been,
Will we hear her ask, just as of old,
“Are all the children in?”
—Author Unknown

To My Son

Do you know that your soul is of my soul such part
That you seem to be fibre and core of my heart;
None other can pain me as you, son, can do;
None other can please me or praise me as you,
Remember the world will be quick with its blame,
If shadow or stain ever darken your name.
“Like Mother, like son,” is a saying so true,
The world will judge largely of mother by you.
Be this then your task, if task it shall be,
To force this proud world to do homage to me.
Be sure it will say when its verdict you’ve won,
“She reaps as she sowed, this man was her son.”
—Margaret Johnston Graflin

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart! It is neither to be chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment: she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity—and if misfortune overtake him he will be the dearer to her from misfortune; and if disgrace settle upon his name she will still love and cherish him in spite of his disgrace; and if all the world beside cast him off she will be all the world to him.
—Washington Irving

We took sweet counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in company (Psa. 55:14).

God’s people should attend church regularly. God says in His Word, Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is . . . (Heb. 10:25). Attending church affords us a place to find fellowship, to learn, to grow, to worship, and to serve.
There is no fellowship so sweet as the fellowship of God’s people. Like those of old, we can take sweet counsel together, and we will be better for it.
How beautiful it is to see God’s people walking into the house of God in company. It is beautiful to see families seated together, singing together, worshiping together, and listening together to the preaching of God’s word.
There are many reasons for attending church. We will be better Christians when we attend church regularly. Our homes will be better when we attend church as families. America will be better when more people attend church. America is coarsened and made worse by the people who do not attend church.
—Selected “Day Starters”

In the laboratory of Faraday a workman one day knocked into a jar of acid a silver cup. It disappeared, was eaten by the acid, and could not be found. The question came up as to whether it could ever be found. The great chemist came in and put certain chemicals into the jar and every particle of the silver was precipitated to the bottom. The mass was then sent to a silversmith and the cup was restored. So a precious soul who has fallen into the sink of iniquity, lost, dissolved in sin can only be restored by the Great Chemist—“Jesus only.”
—Sunday School Times

My Bible

This Holy Book I’d rather own
Than all the gold and gems
That e’er in monarchs coffers shone,
Than all their diadems.
Nay, were the sea one chrysolite,
The earth one golden ball,
And diamonds all the stars of nig ht,
This Book outweighs them all.

Ah, no, the soul ne’er found relief
In glittering boards of wealth:
Gems dazzle not the eyes of grief,
Gold cannot purchase health.
But here a blessed balm appears
To heal the deepest woe,
And those who read this Book in tears,
Their tears shall cease to flow.
—Christian Digest

“Where is my wandering boy to-night—
The boy of my tenderest care?”
—Robert Lowry

A mother came to me in Boston and asked me if I would try to find her wandering boy in California when I should go there with Mr. Moody to hold meetings. I promised to do what I could. For several weeks, as opportunity presented itself, I searched the cheap boardinghouses for the young man. At last I found him in the slums of the city and asked him to come to our meetings. He refused, saying that he was not fit to be seen there; but after much persuasion he came. One evening I sang; “Where is my wandering boy,” and prefaced it with a few remarks, saying that I knew of one dear mother in the East who was praying for her wandering boy tonight. This, together with the song, touched the young man’s heart, and he found his way into the inquiry-room, where, with my open Bible, I was enabled by God’s grace to lead him into the light. I wrote to his mother and told her that her boy had been found, and that he was now a professed Christian. She sent me money to pay his railway fare back to Boston, and in a short time he had reached home and received a hearty welcome. He soon found employment, and became a useful citizen, and has since been a follower of Christ.

“Iheard Chancellor Sims relate,” states the Rev. H. B. Gibbud, “that he was once traveling with a man from the West who was on his way to visit his father, whom he had left years before when he was a boy. There had been trouble between them, and the father had told the son that he could go. In his anger the boy said that he would, and that he would never return. He had gone West, where he became a wealthy ranch owner; but he had never written to his father and had held the anger in his heart all those years. Then he told the Chancellor how it was that he was now returning. A train on which he had been traveling had been snowed in, and people living near had made up a load of provisions and taken them to the imprisoned passengers. Then it was discovered that Mr. Sankey was on board, and at the people’s request he came out on the steps and sang: ‘Where is my wandering boy?’ That song touched this man’s heart, led him to God, and he was now going East to seek reconciliation with his parents.”

A wayward boy was brought by a friend to the evening service of the Rev. J. H. Byers, of Stanberry, Missouri. Having learned something of his condition, Mr. Byers asked the leader of the choir to sing as a solo: “Where is my wandering boy to-night?” which he did with great feeling. The boy was converted, the next evening he united with the church, and he has continued to be an active, praying worker ever since. The young man’s parents were devoted Christians. On the same night and until the next afternoon, for what was an unknown reason to them, they were led to pray most earnestly for their lost boy. During the time when the prayer meeting was being held, they were comforted, and believed that they would hear good news. In a few hours they received a telegram that their boy was saved. At the meeting where this hymn was sung there were present the parents of two other boys who had left their homes, and as the solo was sung they prayed that their boys might be saved and brought home. In a few days letters were received from those boys, telling their parents that they were saved on the night when the solo was sung and the prayers were sent up for them.
The author of this hymn, which has done more to bring back wandering boys than any other, became a follower of Christ at the age of seventeen. After a score of years in different pastorates he accepted the professorship of letters in his alma mater, Bucknell University, together with the pastorate of another church. This double service he performed for six years, and then moved to Plainfield, New Jersey, where he lived until his death, in 1899, at the age of seventy-three. Dr. Lowry will continue to preach the Gospel in his hymns long after his sermons have been forgotten. Many of his were written after the Sunday evening service, when his body was weary but his mind refused to rest.
—Ira D. Sankey

New Book

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A doctor said to his patient. “You are a nervous wreck. You must drink eight or ten cups of coffee every day.”
“Doc, I spill that many,” the patient replied.

While Hitler was pounding the shores of England with his rockets, there were mothers in America pounding the gates of Heaven with their prayers.

I would like to have a church where men and women can get on their knees and when the clouds hang low and pray until the sun shines, where they can come up against a mountain and pray until it is removed.
—Louis Arnold

Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.
—Kate Douglas Wiggin

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