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Pinch Only A Little - a short story by A.B.King

   Two brothers whose parents were separated were chatting with their friends and the topic of discussion shifted to how rich their Dad was and how they would have anything they want if their Mum and Dad weren’t separated.
   One of their friends suggested that the two brothers should pray every night about it before they go to bed, that they might get a miracle.
   The two brothers had been raised practically by their Mum alone and under Christian principles too. They were not in a deep and personal relationship with God, but they believed enough to try their friend’s suggestion.
   A few months later, their millionaire Dad who had never cared to contact them before, sent them an invitation to spend the holidays with him in his Mansion in the Bahamas. He invited their Mum too, which means he was planning to patch up things with her. If that happened they would be a family again. Not only would the brothers return from school every day to a house with a Mum and Dad, they would be returning to a big beautiful house with a millionaire Dad and a loving Mum. God sure is adding lots of delicious looking cherries they didn’t ask for to what they asked for in prayer. But they weren’t in the park yet.
   The brothers told their friends the good news. One of their friends suggested that they pinch a little of their Dad’s money. He must keep some in his bedroom. They should wait till he wasn’t there and then pinch only a little. Their Dad wouldn’t notice since he has lots of it. That the only way he would know is if they pinch too much.
   The friend that advised the brothers to pray earlier told them that that’s the worst advice anyone could give them, that they shouldn’t even dream of stealing even a pencil from their Dad.
   When the holidays came and the two brothers enjoyed the comfort of their father’s mansion, the opportunity came for them to sneak into their father’s room when their Dad went on a long walk with their Mum.
   The two brothers pinched only a little amount of the money that they found in his drawer.
   Hours later, when he and Mum returned, he found out. He blamed all three of them (Mum included) and said that none of them love him. He said the long walk was just a plan his wife used to lure him away while his sons crept into his room to steal his money.
   Their Dad got them to pack their bags and sent them all away. He said they should never come back and that he would never contact them again – ever.
   The good work that God had started in answer to the brothers prayers had been destroyed by the brothers’ actions. How many Christians out there today are that way? They use their own hands to destroy the good thing God is doing in their lives just because they lack understanding and can’t resist a little compromise.

THE END.

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Let's not rename Genocide, and call it Parental Planning/
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What kind of Parental Plan suggests killing the family?/
How can you be Pro-Choice by robbing the baby's choice?/
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How dare you choose Death without hearing the Baby's voice/
The Pro-Choice movement is Anti-Choice/


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Through Cold or Heat, Through Strength or Pain/
They Carry our Troubles, All Night, All Day/
They Risk their Future, To Keep us Safe/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
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Bodies would paint the Street like Syria Today/
After the West played Chess and won the Game/
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Without Police in America, today/
Your Head and Your Body could be in different States/
One Part in Alabama, The Other part Up-State/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
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They carry the weight of the Red, White, and Blue/
And make it a Nation all Nations come to/
Have you said Thanks, To a Cop today?/

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Success awaits every man at the top of the hill/
But after she shakes your hands, you see another hill/
New hills grow taller if you pause to sleep/
Success has feet, she can just get up and leave/
A Real Leader must love this people more than he loves himself/
And be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for them/
He must be dead to self, and live for them/
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Education is the most powerful W.M.D/
To destroy the destruction of humanity/
Don't judge me by conquered Mountain Tops/
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