The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Oak, or Squash?

“A student asked the president of his school whether he could not take a shorter course than the one prescribed. ‘Oh yes,’ replied the president, ‘but then it depends on what you want to be. When God wants to make an oak, He takes 100 years; but, when he wants to make a squash, He only takes 6 months.’” (A.H. Strong)

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