One Way to the Bathroom

 

ONE WAY TO THE BATHROOM
 

There’s only one way into the bathroom.

Only one way, I say.

There’s only one door,

Unless, of course,

You dug through the floor.

There’s only two ways into the bathroom.

Only two ways, I say,

You could come through the door,

Or you could dig through the floor.

But what about the ceiling?

What if someone fell?

There’s three ways into the bathroom,

But only three, I can tell.

Unless you had a big hammer,

And burst through the wall,

And made for yourself,

A brand new hall.

Okay, that’s four ways into the bathroom,

But there’s only four, I say.

But there are four walls?

Okay! Fine! That makes seven!

There are lots of ways into the bathroom,

But there’s only one way to heaven.



Being a Christian

All “Christians” are going to heaven, but not everyone is a

Christian. A Christian is someone who has given his life to

Jesus. A person doesn’t become a Christian by going to

church. A person doesn’t become a Christian by being

baptized and just because someone’s parents are Christians

doesn’t mean he’s one too. Even being good can’t get a

person into heaven. There’s only one way: By giving your

life to Jesus, which is the best decision anyone can ever

make.

In Bible in John 14:6 Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and

the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2008.

www.threethirtyministries.org

 



Man of Prayer

 

MAN OF PRAYER
 

A man once lived,

In the town of Care,

He was known for being,

A man of prayer.
 

When bad things happened

He knew what to do,

He didn’t fret or worry,

Or get sad and turn blue.
 

As a child his mama,

Had taught him to pray.

And it’s something he did,

Throughout the day.
 

He wasn’t rich or famous,

Or powerful like some,

But he truly knew where,

Real power comes from.
 
Here’s a week in his life…
 

On Sunday…

He spilled his juice,

His dog got loose,

And he was bit on the toe by mean old goose.

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”
 

On Monday…

His nose grew a wart,

His pants were too short,

And that mean old goose ate his business report,

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”
 

On Tuesday…

His TV did sputter,

He talked with a stutter,

And that mean old goose ate all of his butter,

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”
 

On Wednesday…

He tripped over a tree,

And skinned his left knee,

And that goose stole his lunch, you see,

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”
 

On Thursday…

Someone stole his favorite pen,

Something smelly and green grew on his skin,

And that goose ate his lunch again,

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”
 

On Friday…

He stubbed his toe,

He lost his glasses in the snow,

And got pecked on the head by that goose, you know,

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”

 

On Saturday…

There were holes in his socks,

He got stepped on by an big, fat ox,

And that goose got stuck inside his mailbox,

But all he had to say,

Was, “I think I need to go and pray.”

The truth is,

This man had cares,

But greater than them,

Were his prayers.

These bad things happened,

And were a great big bother,

But this man knew how,

To lay his cares before the Father.



Prayer

If earthly dads know how to take care of their children, how

much more can God take care of His children. God loves

you and wants you to lay all your cares before Him. The

Bible says in 1 Peter 5:7 says, “Casting all your worries on

him, because he cares for you.”
 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2011.

www.threethirtyministries.org

 



I Don’t – I Won’t

 

I DON’T! I WON’T!
 

I don’t! I won’t!

I’ll slam the door,

If I don’t get my way,

I’ll fall to the floor!
 

In Walmart, McDonalds,

And the doctor’s office too.

I’ll even do it,

Inside the zoo.
 

I’ll have a tantrum.

I’ll have a fit.

I’ll fling my arms and scream,

And I’ll even hit.
 

People can look.

I don’t really care.

People can point.

People can stare.
 

I don’t even care,

If they give a big laugh,

Cause I’m thowing a fit,

Underneath a giraffe.
 

I want it! I want it!

I’ll slam the door,

If I don’t get my way,

I’ll fall to the floor!
 

Give me what I want,

And give it right now.

I don’t know why,

I can’t have a pet cow.
 

I don’t care what you say,

And I don’t care your reason.

I’ll throw a tantrum all day,

All the way to the end of the season.
 

I’ll keep going

Till the leaves turn green,

And when Christmas comes,

You’ll still hear me scream.
 

I’ll keep going,

Till I’m red in the face,

And I’ll yell so loud,

That I shake this place.
 

I don’t! I won’t!

I’ll slam the door,

If I don’t get my way,

I’ll fall to the floor!
 

Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! S-c-r-e-a-m!

Wait a minute! Where did you go?

Aren’t you going to stay,

And watch my little show?
 

No?

And what’s that you say?

I can no longer go outside?

I can no longer play?

I have to sit in the chair,

For five minutes long?

Because what I did was mean,

And what I did was wrong.
 

Fits aren’t very fun,

I’ve changed my mind now.

Tantrums are wrong,

And who really needs a pet cow?
 

I’d talk to you more,

But because of my fit,

I have to go now,

And be quiet and sit.



Obeying Parents

“Pick up your mess.”

“Clean up your closet.”

“It’s time to brush your teeth.”

What do you do when your parents tell you to do

something? Do you complain? Do you argue? Do you

pretend not to hear them? Or do you obey them without

having to be told a second time. Listen to what God says in

the Bible in Proverbs 20:11, “Even a child is known by his

actions, by whether his conduct is pure and right.”
 

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www.threethirtyministries.org

 



Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth

 

TRIBBLEDY TIBBLEDY LIBBLEDY DOOTH
 

Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Would never ever tell the truth.

She lied to her parents.

She lied to her friends.

She’d tell the same lie over and over again.
 

Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Would never ever tell the truth.

She lied about homework.

She lied about money.

She lied about who ate an entire jar of honey.
 

Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Would never ever tell the truth.

She lied about big things.

She lied about the small.

She told big lies about things that didn’t matter at all.
 

Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Would never ever tell the truth.

She lied to get people’s attention.

She lied to get trouble out of her way.

She lied sometimes just to have something to say.
 

Yes, Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Would never ever tell the truth.

But truth is always revealed.

And soon everyone knew.

Nothing she said was ever really true.
 

Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Who never ever told the truth.

Found that her parents no longer trusted her.

Her friends didn’t want to hear it.

They didn’t want to listen. They didn’t want to be near it.
 

Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Who never ever told the truth.

Went in a corner and sat down to cry.

“If I had know the what this would bring,

I would have never started to lie.”
 

Then Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Decided to always tell the truth.

I’m going to speak the truth, you’ll see.

But her friends didn’t believe it.

She had told so many lies, they just couldn’t conceive it.
 

But Tribbledy Tibbledy Libbledy Dooth,

Who had decided to always tell the truth.

Stuck to her word to lie no more.

And although it took quite a long while, it’s true.

Once people believed her again, she was glad her lying

days were through.



Truthfulness

Someone who is truthful always tells what really happened

to them. They never lie, even if lying could get them out of

trouble. In the Bible in John 14:6 Jesus said, “I am the way,

the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except

through me.”

Jesus doesn’t just tell the truth—He is truth. He is your Best

Friend, and you can always trust Him because He and the

Bible will never tell a lie.
 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2008.

www.threethirtyministries.org

 



Bruce the Moose

 

 
Bruce the Moose
 

The following story is based on the Parable of the Good Samaritan that Jesus told in Luke

10:25-37

Long ago there lived a moose. He was big. He was tall, but his legs were too long so often he’d

fall. And one fine day he fell indeed, and Bruce the Moose got stuck in a spruce—A spruce tree,

that is. Oh! His foot was caught in a hole. Oh, what would he do? He feared for himself. He

thought he was through.

So he tugged and pulled. He wiggled and wriggled. He moosed and muffed and bucked his

head, and to his fear, and to his dread, Bruce the Moose got his head stuck in the spruce—A

spruce tree, that is. Oh! His antlers were tangled. His foot was caught. The moose couldn’t get

loose no matter how much he fought.

“I guess that I’m done for,” Bruce said with a pout. “I’m stuck too tight. I can’t get out.”

Then from the bushes there arose a pitter-patter.

“What,” a skunk said to him, “seems to be the matter?”

“I’m Bruce the Moose,” he said with a shout. “I’m stuck in this spruce. Can you please help me

out?”

“Ha! You’re stuck in a tree and you can’t get free!” the skunk said. He spoke with glee. “I don’t

have the time to set you free. I must take a nap. But I hope you get out of that silly old trap.”

Then the skunk stopped and raised his tail.

“Wait a minute. What’s that I smell?”

Bruce got a whiff of something really bad. It rolled his stomach. It made him mad. He did kick

and buck, but still he was stuck, and as the skunk went away he heard him say, ““Oh, I can’t

help but think that you’re starting to stink!”

Then he laughed with glee, “A-ha-ha-ha A-he-he-he!”

Bruce the Moose was sad indeed. The skunk could have helped him but left him in need.

“I guess that I’m done for,” Bruce said with a pout. “I stuck too tight. I can’t get out.”

Then from the bushes, there arose a great clatter and a deep voice that asked, “Oh, what is the

matter?”

“I’m Bruce the Moose,” he said with a shout. “I’m stuck in this spruce. Can you please help me

out?”

“Oh, well, I’m just a buffalo,” the buffalo said real slow. “There’s not much that I can do, so I’ll be

going now. I’m just passing through. I hope you get loose, you silly moose.”

“I guess that I’m done for,” Bruce said with a pout. “I’m stuck too tight. I can’t get out.”

Bruce the Moose was sad indeed. The buffalo could have helped him but left him in need.

Then from the bushes there arose a weird sound. Could it be a bear? Could it be a hound?

“Can you help me?” Bruce did plead. “Someone to help me is what I need.”

“Hallo,” he heard something say in a real toothy way.

“Whatses goin’ on, me frein’,” a beaver said to him.

“I’m Bruce the Moose,” he said with a pout. “I’m stuck in this spruce. Can you please help me

out?”

“Shoulds I help him?” the beaver said. “Now, let me see. Animals like him don’t have big teeth

like me. They say we talk toothy. They laugh when we eat. Animals like that I don’t like to meet.”

“I’m stuck real good. I’m stuck real tight. Please don’t leave me here all night.”

“No needs to pout there, me big moose. Me thinks me can help you and set you loose.”

The beaver came close and started to chew. Then made a weird face and said, “Pe-uw!”

“Oh, yuck! Oh, shoooooo! Something really stinks and me thinks that it’s you!”

But that didn’t stop him. He chewed for an hour. He chewed with strength. He chewed with

power. He chewed and he chewed in spite of the smell and kept on chewing until the tree fell.

“The moose is loose,” Bruce cried with joy. “I’m free. I’m free. Oh boy! Oh boy! Thank you.

Thank you for helping me out,” he said with gladness—he said with a shout.

“Now lets us takes care of you, me fine frien’,” the beaver said with a toothy grin.

“Let’s find some water. Let’s get you a bath, ‘cause if others smells you, me thinks they might

laugh.”
 
 

Lessons to Learn

Even though the Beaver was different than the Moose and even though the Moose smelled, it

didn’t stop the Beaver from treating him right. We too can treat others right, even when they are

different than us—even if they are enemies. To understand more take time to read the Parable

of the Good Samaritan that Jesus told in Luke 10:25-37.
 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2008  www.threethirtyministries.org

 



The King of Malakom

 

The Parable of the Banquet

Jesus told the following parable in Luke 14:15-23:

When one of those at the table with him heard this, he said to Jesus,

“Blessed is the man who will eat at the feast in the kingdom of God.”

Jesus replied: “A certain man was preparing a great banquet and

invited many guests. At the time of the banquet he sent his servant to tell

those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’”

“But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, ‘I have just

bought a field, and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.’

“Another said, ‘I have just bought five yoke of oxen, and I’m on my

way to try them out. Please excuse me.’

“Still another said, ‘I just got married, so I can’t come.’

“The servant came back and reported this to his master. Then the

owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant , ‘Go out

quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the

crippled, the blind and the lame.’

“’Sir,’ the servant said, ‘what you ordered has been done, but there is

still room.’

“Then the master told his servant, ‘Go out to the roads and country

lanes and make them come in, so that my house will be full. I tell you, not

one of those men who were invited will get a taste of my banquet.’”

The King of Malakom

Copyright Kolby King, 2006. www.threethirtyministries.org

The King of Malakom

By Kolby King

Long ago in a jungle now lost from the memory of man, a king reigned. He was

called the King of Malakom. The king was strong and bold, a lion who had ruled from the

beginning of time. He was older than the trees and wiser than the owls. His eyes burned

with fire and his heart was full of compassion. He was a good king, kind and generous,

fair to all his subjects and his kingdom covered the face of the earth.

One day the king called his servants together. Koholeth was among them. He was a

monkey who had grown up in the King’s palace. Everybody called him Koli.

“The time has come for my son to be married,” the King announced. “Go throughout

the kingdom and invite all to attend.”

The next day the servants left the king’s palace and began their journey. With great

joy Koli left as well. He couldn’t wait to see the animals’ excitement at such a grand

announcement.

He first approached a zebra. The zebra was strong and powerful, wild and free. No

one could tame him or tell him what to do. Like the wind, he went where he pleased and

did what he chose.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli proudly announced. “You are invited to a

wedding feast for the King’s son.”

“The King? You must be mistaken, little friend,” the zebra snorted with wind rustling

his mane. “I have no King.”

With those words he charged away in a care-free gallop.

Koli, although confused, continued his journey.

Next he saw a giraffe, tall and stately. She was beautiful. Koli was amazed by her

height and the tallness of her neck. She ate leaves from the top of a large tree.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli called up to her. “You are invited to a

wedding feast for the King’s son.”

But there was no reply.

Koli cleared his throat and began again. “I say, beautiful giraffe, I bring you

greetings in the name of…”

“I heard you,” the giraffe snapped without even looking down.

“I don’t understand,” Koli commented.

“I don’t talk to animals who are shorter than I,” the giraffe snuffed and began eating

again.

“But…”

“Leave me, little one,” the tall animal demanded with a stomp of her hoof.

Koli was disheartened, but continued his journey.

Next he came to a hippopotamus. The hippo was big, fat, and happy.

“Hello, Mr. Monkey,” he called out from his pool of water.

“Greetings in…”

Then Koli paused. The hippo was so fat. Could he fit through the door to the King’s

palace? Would he break a chair if he sat on it? What if he ate too much?

“I had better not invite him,” Koli thought and continued on his way.

Then he met a Jaguar. The cat’s legs were strong and sturdy. His shoulders were

broad and his jaws were powerful. He was the fastest animal in the jungle.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli announced, not as proud as when he first

began this journey, but proud nonetheless. “You are invited to a wedding feast for the

King’s son.”

“A feast?” the Jaguar coolly commented, licking his lips, and looking at the little

monkey. “I like to feast.”

“Then come to the King’s palace and…”

“But I have no time for such a journey,” the Jaguar said. “I have work to do. Places

to go. Animals to eat—I mean, meet,” he stuttered.

Koli paused for a moment. The Jaguar’s eyes glared at him. “I had better be going,”

Koli said, quickly stepping away.

“But wouldn’t you like to be dinner—I mean, to have dinner with me tonight.”

“Not tonight,” he said disappearing into a bush.

Koli next encountered a sloth hanging in a tree. But the sloth looked so tired and he

moved so slowly. It would take him a day just to climb a tree, and he talked at the same

pace. A conversation with him would take an hour.

“He’d never make it to the banquet in time,” Koli thought. “And I don’t have time to

invite him.”

So he left the sloth without saying a word.

Next the monkey encountered a boar, but again this animal seemed an unlikely

candidate for the King’s table.

“Just look at him. He’s covered with mud!” Koli told himself. “He might leave pigprints

all through the palace! And he’s ugly too. Just look at those dirty teeth. Who would

want him at the banquet?”

So Koli left the boar.

After a short time, Koli came upon a parrot sitting in a tree. He was beautiful, with

bright and colorful plumes. This was a guest the King could take pride in. Surely, this

parrot wouldn’t pass up an invitation to the King’s table.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli said.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” the parrot replied.

“You are invited to a wedding feast for the King’s son,” Koli announced.

“You are invited to a wedding feast for the King’s son,” the parrot repeated.

Koli was perplexed. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” the parrot said.

“Of course I do,” Koli replied.

“Of course I do,” the parrot responded.

“Good-bye, parrot,” Koli said sadly.

“Good-bye, silly monkey,” the parrot cackled as it flew away.

Next Koli happened upon a skunk. It was black and fluffy, with a huge white stripe

down its tail. Koli paused and eyed it for a moment.

“Would a skunk be welcome at the King’s table?” He pondered the question for a

moment and concluded that the smell might cause the others to loose their appetites.

So Koli passed by the skunk with a simple, “Hello,” but no mention of the King’s

feast.

Koli soon saw an old rhinosaurus. His legs were stout and strong. His shoulders

were broad and his neck was powerful. The horn on his nose revealed his age and

authority.

“Greetings in the name of the King, kind Rhinosaurus!” Koli proclaimed. “You are

invited to a wedding feast for the King’s son.”

“King? What King?” the rhino said slowly. His deep voice rumbled as he spoke.

“The King of Malakom,” responded the monkey.

“King of Malakom?” The rhino’s face wrinkled as if he was searching his mind for

some distant memory of that name. After a pause he continued, “Look, little friend, the

King of Malakom is just a fairy tale.”

Koli was shocked. “But I’ve seen him. I grew up in his palace.”

“I think you’ve been drinking too much sour coconut juice, little monkey.”

“But, Mr. Rhino, I haven’t had any coconut juice.”

“Well,” he said slowly, “maybe someone hit you on the head.”

“But…But…”

“Now, run along, my little friend,” the old rhino said as he slowly turned and walked

away. “And quit drinking that sour coconut juice. The jungle doesn’t have a King.”

Koli stood for a while, still confused by the rhino’s surprising statements. Then, with

a saddened heart, he sat down beneath a coconut tree. The time for his return had

come, but his journey had been unsuccessful. He was very disappointed. What would he

tell the King?

With his head hanging low, he turned again toward his homeland, toward the palace

of the King.

As Koli approached the palace, he could hear cheers and laughter and smell the

feast being prepared. Animals were scurrying everywhere. Cooks were cooking. Bakers

were baking. Butlers were, well, doing whatever it is that butlers do. Everyone was busy

and everyone was excited. Surely, this would be a feast unlike any other in history.

Cheers greeted the monkey as he entered the palace gate, and although he forced

a smile, his heart was troubled.

“Welcome back, Koli,” they would say. “Did you have a pleasant journey?”

“Well, it was interesting,” he would reply and hasten away.

“Koli,” a voice gently roared behind him.

Koli froze and sadly turned to face his King.

“How was your journey?” the King asked.

“Not good, my King. I invited the animals, but…” he paused before continuing, “but

none are coming.”

The King seemed unmoved by this disappointing news.

“Did you invite all the animals?” he questioned, raising one eyebrow.

“Well, not exactly,” the monkey said in embarrassment. “I was afraid the

hippopotamus might break a chair, and the sloth was so slow that I didn’t think he could

make it in time. The boar was really muddy, and the skunk smelled. I didn’t think they

would be welcome here.”

“Koli,” the lion said, placing his huge paw on the monkey’s shoulder. “You might be

right. The hippo might break a chair. The sloth might be too slow. The boar might leave

mud tracks everywhere. The skunk’s smell might even ruin some appetites, but they are

all welcome at my table.

“Just because they look and smell different,” the King continued, “does not make

them bad. If they are willing to make the journey, they are welcome in my palace.”

“Do I still have time to invite them,” Koli asked.

“If you leave today, you will have time.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the little monkey began his second journey into the

jungle. This time he passed the zebra playing in a field and the tall giraffe who was still

eating from the tops of trees. As fast as he could he went to the pool of water where he

had met the hippo.

“Hello, Mr. Monkey,” a voice came from the water.

Koli turned in time to see the hippo’s head raise from its shaded resting place.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli announced, as proud as when he had first

began inviting animals. “You are invited to a wedding feast for the King’s son.”

“How wonderful!” the hippo exclaimed, shaking in the water. “I haven’t been to a

wedding feast for years. I’d love to come.”

Then Koli quickly passed the Jaguar who called out from a distance, “Good day,

tasty-monkey—I mean, hasty-monkey, would you like to stay for lunch?”

“Not today,” the monkey cried, disappearing once again into the thickets. He soon

found the sloth, still hanging from the same branch in the same tree.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli announced, “You are invited to a wedding

feast for the King’s son.”

The sloth quietly snored.

Koli cleared his throat and began again, louder. “Greetings, sleepy sloth.”

The sloth stirred with a start and then looked down at the monkey.

“H-e-l-l-o, l-i-t-t-l-e m-o-n-k-e-y,” he said with slow, slurred speech.

“You are invited to a wedding feast for the King’s son.”

The sloth yawned. “A w-e-d-d-i-n-g f-e-a-s-t? T-h-a-t m-e-a-n-s i-t’s t-i-m-e f-o-r

m-e t-o w-a-k-e u-p.”

“So you’ll come?” Koli said excitedly.

“I’l-l b-e t-h-e-r-e. D-o y-o-u t-h-i-n-k I c-o-u-l-d t-a-k-e a n-a-p w-h-e-n i-t’s

o-v-e-r?”

“Sure,” Koli said as he raced away to find the boar.

Soon Koli found a trail of muddy pig-prints. He followed them until he came to the

boar who was rubbing his tusk against a fallen log.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli announced, “You are invited to a wedding

feast for the King’s son.”

“Splendid,” the boar proclaimed. “I might even take a bath. Gotta look good for the

King, you know!”

Next Koli found the skunk.

“Greetings in the name of the King!” Koli announced, “You are invited to a wedding feast

for the King’s son.”

“You want me at the wedding feast? Even though I smell!”

“The King specifically sent me to invite you,” Koli said, leaving out that he had

purposely not invited him earlier.

“Then I’ll come. I might even put on some perfume.”

The day of the feast came. Many guests arrived. The hippo broke the first chair he

sat in but still enjoyed himself. The sloth arrived in time as well and managed to stay

awake the entire dinner. The boar took a bath, but still left muddy pig-prints everywhere

he went. The skunk put on some perfume, but it only made him smell worse.

Yet the King didn’t care what they looked like or smelled like. They were his guests

and he treated each of them with honor. They would always be welcome at his table.

In this story the King of Malakom represents God, the King of kings*, who welcomes

all who come to him.

Whether you are tall or short, young or old. Whether you have a long nose and big

toes or little feet and lots of meat. No matter what color hair you have. No matter what

color your skin may be. Even if you smell bad, you are still welcome at God’s table.

Then after this life, all those who have come to God through Jesus His Son will be

welcomed into Heaven.
 

(*Note: Malakom in the Hebrew language of the Old Testament is translated as kings.

Therefore, King of Malakom literally means the King of kings. Also, the monkey’s name,

Koholeth, is translated from the Hebrew word for preacher.)

The King of Malakom

Copyright Kolby King, 2006. www.threethirtyministries.org

 



What If

 

WHAT IF…

If there was no gravity,

Your dog could fly.

He’d need no wings,

To jump to the sky.

There he goes, up real high.

Wait! He’s going too far.

Time to say Good-bye.
 

 

If there was no night,

You’d never have to go to bed.

You’d never see the moon, all right,

And never lay down your head.

Wait! It would always be light, you say?

And no dreaming would be creapy?

Suddenly, I think I’ll take a nap.

I’m feeling kind of sleepy.
 

 

What if dogs could talk,

And frogs taught school?

What if a dragon lived,

In your swimming pool?
 

 

What if the sky was green,

And we all ate trees?

What if we had twelve legs,

And twenty-four knees?
 

 

What if people lived,

under the ground?

And could dig as fast,

As the speed of sound?
 

 

What if people lived,

A million years?

And we never cried,

Cause we had no tears?
 

 

What if we could fly to the sky,

And on a cloud, build a town?

What if, instead of growing up,

People grew down?
 

 

If all this were true,

It would cause a big fuss.

But what if God,

Didn’t love us?
 

 

That would scare me more,

Than the world’s biggest rat.

But I’m so glad,

I don’t have to worry about that.

 

Certainty

 

There are a lot of “what ifs” and questions in life, but there

are some things that you never have to question such as:

God will always love you. The Bible will always be true.

Jesus will never let you down. And when bad things happen,

here’s a promise to which you can cling. Jesus said in

Matthew 28:20, “I am with you always even to the end of

the age.” So, have no fear, Jesus is near.
 

 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2008.

www.threethirtyministries.org

 

 



What If Your Sandwich Could Talk

 

WHAT IF YOUR SANDWICH COULD TALK
 

What if your sandwich could talk,

And it grew legs and then it could walk?

Then arms grew out each side,

And it wanted to run and play and hide?
 

Would you share your toys with him,

And let him be your friend?

Would you share with him your kazoo,

Even though he’s different from you?
 

Or would you call him names and be mean,

And not let him jump on your trampoline,

And not invite him to your birthday too,

Just because he’s different than you?
 

You’re a person with a body and a head,

And he’s a sandwich with two pieces of bread.

You’ve a neck, a chest and a belly.

But he’s full of peanut butter and jelly.
 

How could the two of you ever get along?

But does that mean it’s okay to treat him wrong?

And if he bothered you and you were hungry that day,

Would you eat him to make him go away?
 

Yes, this is silly—I know that it is true,

But in life you’ll meet people who are different than you.

And although I doubt you ever really meet,

A peanut butter sandwich walking down the street,

Just remember the point of what I am giving

And always do right, as long as you are living.



Obedience

Someone who is obedient does what is right even if

everyone else is doing what is wrong. So the next time your

friends say something mean about someone who is different

than you, remember how Jesus wants you to treat others.

Jesus said in the Bible in Matthew 7:12, “So in everything, do

to others what you would have them do to you.”
 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2008.

www.threethirtyministries.org

 



Turtle In My Soup

TURTLE IN MY SOUP
 

I went to a restaurant,

To get some soup.

Finally it came,

And I took a big scoop,

But in my spoon,

Was something green.

I said, “Is that a turtle,

Or a big, fat bean?”

Then out came four little feet,

And one little head.

“Hello,” it spoke.

“Hello,” I said.
 

I went to a restaurant,

To eat some Chicken Noodle,

But in my soup bowl,

I found a little poodle.

He was real small,

The size of my thumb,

So I pulled him out,

And fed him a crumb.
 

I went back to that restaurant,

And ordered the Clam Chowder,

And when it came out,

I had to laugh a little louder.

I couldn’t help,

I had to laugh,

Cause in my bowl,

Was a tiny giraffe.
 

I ate at that restaurant,

For three years and a day.

Then I opened a zoo,

And made people pay,

To come and see,

All the tiny beasts,

I had pulled from my soup,

During all those feasts.



Trusting God

Finding a turtle in your soup is a pretty bad thing, but in

the story the little bad things that kept happening turned

out for the good. If you have given your life to Jesus and are

walking with Him, you can trust God that He is able to turn

any bad thing that happens to you to your good. Listen to

the Bible in Romans 8:28: “And we know that in all things

God works for the good of those who love him, who have

been called according to his purpose.”
 

Copyright three-thirty ministries, 2008.

www.threethirtyministries.org

 

 



Kids or Preschool at Home Resources

LIFEWAY KIDS AT HOME AND LIFEWAY PRESCHOOL AT HOME 
 
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The provided content is taken from current-cycle material in LifeWay’s Bible Studies for Life:  Kids broadly graded curriculum for 1-6th graders.  Please enjoy!



GOLDEN RULE
Do you want Marcus to stomp on your toes?
Or stick his little finger up your nose,
Or squirt you with a water hose,
Or tell your secrets so everyone knows?
 
Do you want Thomas to tell a lie,
So that it hurts your feelings and makes you cry,
Or throw sand in your face that gets in your eye,
Or say you’re a real mean, nasty guy?
 
Would you like for Christy to throw food in your drink,
Or to tell the world that your feet stink,
Or knock you down at the skating rink,
Or call you a name like a Lying Fink?
 
 
Do you like it when friends don’t follow through,
With promises they made to you,
Or in your chair, they pour some glue,
So  your pants get stuck and you can’t stand when you’re through?
 
Do you like for others to cheat at a game,
Or do something wrong and give you the blame,
Or call you a real hurtful name,
Then why would you do to them the same?
 
If you don’t want these things done to you,
‘Then why would you do them to another?
So do good, tell the truth and be kind,
The Bible says to love each other.
(Yes that even means your sister or your brother!)
 
TREATING OTHERS RIGHT
In Matthew 7:12 Jesus said, “So in everything do to others what you would have them do to you.”  This is how Jesus wants you to live.  
He doesn’t want you to treat others the way they treat you, but the way you want them to treat you.  So if you want others to share with you, you should share with them.  If you want others to be kind to you, you should be kind to them.  If you want others to talk good about you, you should talk good about them.This is God’s way of living!
 
 
I DON’T, I WON’T!
 
I don’t!  I won’t!
I’ll slam the door!
If I don’t get my way,
I’ll fall to the floor!
 
In Walmart, McDonald’s,
And the doctor’s office, too.
I’ll even do it,
Inside the zoo.
 
I’ll have a tantrum.
I’ll have a fit.
I’ll fling my arms and scream,
And, I’ll even hit!
 
People can look.
I don’t really care.
People can point.
People can stare.
 
I don’t even care,
If they give a big laugh,
Cause I’m throwing a fit,
Underneath a giraffe!
 
I want it!  I want it!
I’ll slam the door,
If I don’t get my way,I’ll fall to the floor!
 
Give me what I want,
‘And give it right now!
I don’t know why,
I can’t have a pet cow.
 
I don’t care what you say,
And I don’t care your reason,
I’ll throw a tantrum all day,
All the way to the end of the season.
 
I’ll keep going
Til the leaves turn green,
And when Christmas comes,
You’ll still hear me scream!
 
I’ll keep going 
Til I’m red in the face,
And I’ll yell so loud
That I’ll shake this place.
 
I don’t!  I won’t!
I’ll slam the door,
If I don’t get my way,
I’ll fall to the floor!
 
Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!  S-c-r-e-a-m!
Wait a minute!  Where did you go?
Aren’t you going to stay?
And watch my little show?
 
No?
And what’s that you say?
I can no longer go outside?
I can no longer play?
 
I have to sit in the chair
For five minutes long?
Because what I did was mean,
Because what I did was wrong?
 
Fits aren’t very fun,
Ive changed my mind now.
Tantrums are wrong.
And who really needs a pet cow!
 
I’d talk to you more,
But because of my fit,
I have to go now,
And be quiet and sit.
 
 
OBEYING PARENTS
 
‘Pick up your mess.”
”Clean up your closet.”
”It’s time to brush your teeth.”
What do you do when your parents tell you to do something?  Do you complain?
Do you argue?  Do you pretend not to hear them?  Or do you obey them without having to be told a second time? 
Listen to what God says in the Bible in Proverbs 20:11, “Even a child is known by his actions, by whether his conduct is pure and  right.”