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Tim Hall

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Tuesdays tip: March 3, 2026… Haggai 2:6-9 For thus saith the LORD of hosts; Yet once, it is a little while, and I will shake the heavens, and the earth, and the sea, and the dry land; And I will shak... View More

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Tim Hall

March 2, 2026 5:34 pm

8 years ago today I watched Billy Graham’s entire funeral today, some of the time I watched Fox news, the rest of the time watched it on C-SPAN The name of Jesus was lifted highly throughout the se... View More

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Tim Hall

March 2, 2026 6:31 am

Monday Manna : March 2, 2026… Hebrews 13:5 …for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Job wasn’t left in his boils. ... View MoreMonday Manna : March 2, 2026… Hebrews 13:5 …for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Job wasn’t left in his boils. Jeremiah wasn’t left in the mud. Joseph wasn’t left in the prison. Peter wasn’t left in his backsliding. Samson wasn’t left in his weakness. Jacob wasn’t left in mourning for Joseph. Jesus wasn’t left in the tomb. Caleb wasn’t left in the wilderness. Joshua wasn’t left in the battle. Ruth wasn’t left in the poverty. Naomi wasn’t left without a kinsmen redeemer Sarah wasn’t left barren. Noah wasn’t left floating around at sea. Lazarus wasn’t left in the tomb. Miriam wasn’t left in her leprosy. Lot wasn’t left in sodom. Zechariah wasn’t left speechless. The demoniac of Gadarene wasn’t left insane. Rahab wasn’t left in Jericho. Joseph of Nazareth wasn’t left in misunderstanding. Elijah wasn’t left in his pity party. Isaac wasn’t left without a well. The shunnamite woman wasn’t left without her land. Daniel wasn’t left in the lions den. Saul (paul)!wasn’t left blind. The 3 Hebrew children weren’t left in the fire. Mephibosheth wasn’t left in Lo-debar. Baby Moses wasn’t left in the Nile. David wasn’t left in the pasture on his promotion day. Mary wasn’t left in marital issues. Mary Magdalene wasn’t left possessed. Abigail wasn’t left in widowhood. Jonah wasn’t left in the belly of the whale. The lady with the issue of blood wasn’t left fatigued. The bent over woman wasn’t left crooked. Naaman wasn’t left as a leper. Mordecai wasn’t left in his ashes. Esther wasn’t left in her hiding. Abraham wasn’t left heirless. Jairus’ daughter wasn’t left on her death bed. Peters mother in law wasn’t left in her fever. Adam and Eve weren’t left naked and ashamed. The man on his mat was not left on his mat. Blind bartimaeus was not left blind. See the pattern… Hebrews 13:5…for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Look at what he did for all these people and you don’t think God is able or willing to pull you out? He is a Deliverer! Evangelist Tim Hall

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Tim Hall

March 1, 2026 9:29 am

Tim’s thought 4 today…. Psalms 42:1-3 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear befo... View More

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Tim Hall

February 28, 2026 1:07 pm

Borrowed I drive Uber. Night shift mostly. Last week picked up an old man at 11 PM. He got in and said: "I need you to drive me to five places tonight. I'll pay you $500. Cash. But you can't ask why ... View MoreBorrowed I drive Uber. Night shift mostly. Last week picked up an old man at 11 PM. He got in and said: "I need you to drive me to five places tonight. I'll pay you $500. Cash. But you can't ask why until we're done." Handed me five addresses. First stop: a house in the suburbs. He sat in the car. Stared at it for ten minutes. Crying silently. "Okay. Next one." I drove. Second stop: elementary school. Empty. Dark. He got out. Walked to the playground. Sat on a swing. Stayed there twenty minutes. Came back to the car. "I taught here. 43 years. Best job I ever had." Third stop: diner. He went inside. Ordered coffee. Sat alone in a booth. Didn't drink it. Just sat. Looking around. Fifteen minutes. Came back. "My wife and I had our first date here. 1967." Fourth stop: cemetery. He got out at the cemetery. Walked to a grave. Stood there. Talking to it. Couldn't hear what he said. Thirty minutes. When he came back his eyes were red. "My wife. Three years today." Fifth stop: hospital. He asked me to park. Wait. "This is the last one." He looked at me. "Now I'll tell you why. I have stage four cancer. Weeks left. Maybe days. Tonight I wanted to see my whole life. One last time. Before I can't anymore." I started crying. Right there. "The house - that's where I raised my kids. The school - where I found my purpose. The diner - where I fell in love. The cemetery - where I said goodbye. And here. The hospital. Where I'm checking in tonight. Hospice floor. I'm not going home." He handed me $500. "Thank you for driving me through my life. You're the last stranger who'll ever be kind to me. I wanted it to be gentle. You made it gentle." I refused the money. "I can't take this." He insisted. "Please. I have nobody to leave it to. My kids don't talk to me. I have no friends left. You gave me three hours of kindness. That's worth more than $500 to me." He got out. Grabbed his small suitcase. Turned back. "What's your name?" "Marcus." "Thank you, Marcus. For being the last good thing." He walked into the hospital. I sat in my car. Sobbing. For an hour. Couldn't stop thinking about him. Went back next day. Asked for him. "Mr. Patterson. Room 412." Brought flowers. Knocked. He was in bed. Smiled when he saw me. "Marcus. You came back." "Couldn't leave it like that. Are you okay?" "Dying. But I got to see my life last night. So yes. I'm okay." We talked for two hours. About his wife. His students. The kids who stopped calling. The life he lived. I visited every day for two weeks. Brought coffee. Read him the news. Sat in silence sometimes. He told me everything. The regrets. The joys. The moments he'd relive. "I thought I'd die alone," he said one day. "But you're here. A stranger who became family in my last days. That's a gift." I held his hand. "You're not dying alone. Not anymore." He cried. "Thank you for seeing me. When I was invisible." Mr. Patterson died on a Tuesday. 3:17 AM. I was there. Holding his hand. His last words: "Tell people. Tell them to look at strangers. Really look. Everyone's dying. Some faster than others. But we're all heading somewhere. Be kind on the way. You were kind. You saved my last days." He closed his eyes. Heart monitor flatlined. I stayed another hour. Couldn't let go. He died with someone. That mattered. His funeral had six people. Me. Three nurses. A lawyer. One former student who saw the obituary. That's it. A man who taught for 43 years. Loved a woman for 52. Lived 81 years. Six people. I spoke. "Mr. Patterson taught me something in his last two weeks. Every stranger is someone's whole world. Every Uber passenger has a story. Every person you pass is living and dying and hoping someone sees them. He paid me $500 to drive him through his life. But he gave me something worth more. The knowledge that kindness to strangers isn't extra. It's everything. Because we're all strangers. Until someone stops. Looks. Listens. Stays." I keep the $500 in my glove box. Never spent it. It's a reminder. Every passenger might be taking their last ride. Every stranger might be saying their last goodbye. So I drive different now. I ask questions. I listen. I see people. Because of an old man who needed one last gentle night. And a stranger who stayed. Be that stranger. Please. Someone's taking their last ride tonight. Make it gentle. "Quiet Moments, Loud Truths." A forwarded post but worth sharing.

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Our Father, the Deity, Jesus Christ, tells us to love one another as He loves each of us.

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Tim Hall

February 27, 2026 7:20 am

Fridays focus: February 27, 2026… Stop carrying what was never yours to hold. Hand Jesus the weight, the burdens, cast your cares on him…. all the worry. ... View More

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