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But the pastor and his young wife believed in their run-down church. They felt that with paint, hammer, and faith they could get it in shape. Together they went to work. But late in December a severe storm whipped through the river valley, and the worst blow fell on the little church -- a huge chunk of rain-soaked plaster fell out of the inside wall just behind the altar. Sorrowfully the pastor and his wife swept away the mess, but they couldn't hide the ragged hole.

The pastor looked at it and had to remind himself quickly, "Thy will be done! That afternoon the dispirited couple attended the auction held for the benefit of a youth group. The auctioneer opened a box and shook out of its folds a handsome gold and ivory lace tablecloth. It was a magnificent item, nearly 15 feet long. Who, today, had any use for such a thing? There were a few halfhearted bids. Then the pastor was seized with what he thought was a great idea. He carried the cloth back to the church and tacked it up on the wall behind the altar. It completely hid the hole!

And the extraordinary beauty of its shimmering handwork cast a fine, holiday glow over the chancel. It was a great triumph. Happily he went back to preparing his Christmas sermon. Just before noon on the day of Christmas Eve, as the pastor was opening the church, he noticed a woman standing in the cold at the bus stop. She told him that she had come from the city that morning to be interviewed for a job as governess to the children of one of the wealthy families in town but she had been turned down.

A war refugee, her English was imperfect. The woman sat down in a pew and chafed her hands and rested. After a while she dropped her head and prayed. She looked up as the pastor began to adjust the great gold and ivory cloth across the hole. She rose suddenly and walked up the steps of the chancel. She looked at the tablecloth.

The pastor smiled and started to tell her about the storm damage, but she didn't seem to listen. She took up a fold of the cloth and rubbed it between her fingers. There could not be another like it. For the next few minutes the woman and the pastor talked excitedly together. She explained that she was Viennese; that she and her husband had opposed the Nazis and decided to leave the country.

They were advised to go separately. Her husband put her on a train for Switzerland. They planned that he would join her as soon as he could arrange to ship their household goods across the border. She never saw him again. Later she heard that he had died in a concentration camp. Then she went away. As the church began to fill on Christmas Eve, it was clear that the cloth was going to be a great success.

It had been skillfully designed to look its best by candlelight.

After the service, the pastor stood at the doorway. Many people told him that the church looked beautiful. One gentle-faced middle-aged man -- he was the local clock-and-watch repairman -- looked rather puzzled. In our home in Vienna, my wife put it on the table" -- and here he smiled -- "only when the bishop came to dinner. The pastor suddenly became very excited. He told the jeweler about the woman who had been in church earlier that day. The startled jeweler clutched the pastor's arm.

Together the two got in touch with the family who had interviewed her. Then, in the pastor's car they started for the city. And as Christmas Day was born, this man and his wife, who had been separated through so many saddened Yule tides, were reunited. To all who hear this story, the joyful purpose of the storm that had knocked a hole in the wall of the church was now quite clear.

Of course, people said it was a miracle, but I think you will agree it was the season for it! I'm part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die is cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of Jesus. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity.

I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on God's presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power. My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed.

I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go until He comes, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me "my banner is clear"!

Wedgewood Baptist Church Tragedy. We continue to express to you the glory of God spreading through our community and around the world because of this tragedy What God is doing at our church! By now almost everyone has heard of the tragedy that took place on Sept. That morning had been the day of "See You at the Pole," when students gather around their flagpole in the morning to pray for their school and nation. What the media hasn't reported, however, is how God has been so evident, both during and after the shooting.

He has done amazing works! Our pastor, Brother Al, had prayed that God would do whatever it took to expand the ministry of Wedgewood Baptist Church. Our church is one that is used as a model of how NOT to pick a location, because no one in the world knew where it is. One example is the United Methodist Church who sent 15 people the following Sunday to cover our childcare. They didn't want any church members to have to miss the service because they were taking care of the children. One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

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In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened.

He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today? According to James 2: It was a cold winters day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly.

I noticed, as I got out of my car that fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked to the church. As I got closer, I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church. He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old and too small for his feet. They had holes all over them and his toes stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless and asleep. So I walked on by through the doors of the church.

During the few minutes we stood around fellowshipping, someone brought up the subject of the man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me. A few moments later church began. We all waited for the preacher to take his place and to give the Word. Then the door opened. In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head down.

People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit. He took off his hat and coat. There stood our preacher. He was the homeless man. No one said a word. The preacher took his bible and laid it on the stand and began, "Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today. The Value Of Friends.

People in business today speak of the importance of networking. Making contacts is a way to find others who share your passion and can become allies in your quest for whatever you are setting your sights on. Networking can imply a one-way relationship, find someone who can "help me get what I want" and if that is all you see in networking, you are missing the mark.

True networking is about building relationships. Healthy relationships are two-way interactions that benefit both parties, viz.

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There's much to be gained from a friend who shares your vision, dream, or passion. There's counsel, and accountability, that little extra nudge to keep you on track. Ask others about their skills and hobbies. Listen carefully to extend to them a connection for their networking benefit. Relationships are about mutual benefit.

Make sure you give others the opportunity to share their passions, and give them the support they need. Learn how to give, request and accept feedback. Requesting and incorporating feedback into your action plan is essential for success. This communication skill will not only enhance your possibilities but will contribute to more satisfying relationships overall.

Get involved in activities that involve your passion. You'll get to meet others who are doing the very same thing. Talk with others who share your passion -- this is one of the best ways to build relationships. People with similar passions often become allies and support each other. This can open up a new realm of opportunities. Relationships with those who share your passion can provide valuable information on the most effective way to act. Your relationships will bolster your motivation. You'll be in contact with others who are motivated -- energy is contagious. None of us have all the pieces to the puzzle in our box.

Even the Lone Ranger depended on Tonto by his side. If you want to have a great week - reach out and be a friend. If you want to go farther, do more, and be better, associate with people who share the passion. You'll be surprised at how correct the Bible is in the statement: If one falls down, his friend can help him up.

But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! I am a mother of three ages 14, 12, 3 and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he as "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm. Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you.

God is here working through me to give you hope.

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I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this? She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest.

I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty. Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull. Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching.

I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me. After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest. At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard. When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true.

One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down. When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped.

At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat. Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill.

When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it. The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you.

If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds. Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends.

Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you. It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super job" or "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day. There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone.

Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others. The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You. It Will be Perfect. Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a potentially frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was absolutely mesmerized.

Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was mesmerized.

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That's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But with the hand of the Master, our life's work truly can be beautiful. Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Know that His strong hands are there helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.

Remember, God doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called. And He'll always be there to love and guide you on to great things. The only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stung with grief and anger. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.

It had come to rescue him. It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we shouldn't lose heart. Remember next time your little hut is burning to the ground - - it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God. Prayer Before Kansas Senate. When pastor Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual politically correct generalities.

But what they heard instead was a stirring prayer, passionately calling our country to repentance and righteousness. The response was immediate and a number of legislators walked out during the prayer. In six weeks, the Central Christian Church USA had logged more than 5, phone calls, with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. Commentator Paul Harvey aired the prayer on the radio and received a larger response to this program than any other program he has ever aired.

The Central Christian Church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa, and Korea. Pastor Joe's prayer is reprinted here as an encouragement and challenge for each of us to stand for the truth of the gospel whenever the Lord gives us the opportunity. We know your word says, 'Woe on those who call evil good,' but that's exactly what wed have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and inverted our values.

We confess that we have ridiculed the absolute truth of your Word and called it pluralism. We have worshiped other gods and called it multi-culturalism. We have endorsed perversion and called it an alternative lifestyle. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have neglected the needy and called it self-preservation. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.

We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem. We have abused power and called it political savvy. We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.

We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, O God, and know our hearts today, cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Guide and bless these men and women who have been sent here by the people of Kansas, and who have been ordained by you to govern this great state. Grant them the wisdom to rule, and may their decisions direct us to the center of your will. With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called a Christian nation that fears the Lord!

Let us all help to get the Lord back into our lives and most importantly into the lives of our children and grandchildren. Self Pity - What a Pity! One day when walking down the street, on business bent, while thinking hard about the "hundred cares" which seemed like thunderclouds about to break In torrents, self-pity said to me: Your life is far to hard.

This heavy load will crush you soon. The burning sun seemed more intense. The dust and noise of puffing motors flying past with rasping blast of blowing horn incensed still more the whining nerves, the fabled last back-breaking straw to weary, troubled, fretting mind. I cannot bear this constant strain of endless, aggravating cares; they are too great for such as I. A "still small voice" distinctly said, "It was sent to lift you - not to crush. I saw at once my great mistake. My place was not beneath the load but on the top!

God meant it not that I should carry it. He sent it here to carry me. Full well He knew my incapacity before the plan was made. He saw a child of His in need of grace and power to serve; a puny twig requiring sun and rain to grow; an undeveloped chrysalis; a weak soul lacking faith in God. He could not help but see all this and more. To lie and cringe beneath one's load means death, but life and power await all those who dare to rise above.

Our burdens are our wings; on them we soar to higher realms of grace; without them we must ever roam on plains of undeveloped faith, For faith grows but by exercise in circumstance impossible. O paradox of Heaven. The load we think will crush us was sent to lift us up to God! Then, soul of mine, climb up! Nothing can e'er be crushed save what is underneath the weight.

How may we climb! By what ascent will we crest the critical cares of life! Within His word is found the key which opens His secret stairs; alone with Christ, secluded there, we mount our loads, and rest in Him. I would do it just for you and share with you its beauty on the days you're feeling blue. If I could build a mountain you could call your very own, a place to find serenity, a place to be alone.

I would toss them into the sea, but all these things I'm finding are impossible for me. I cannot build a mountain or catch a rainbow fair. But let me be what I know best, a friend that is always there. A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievous. The two were always getting into trouble and their parents could be assured that if any mischief occurred in their town their two young sons were in some way involved. The parents were at their wits end as to what to do about their sons' behavior.

The mother had heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children in the past, so she asked her husband if he thought they should send the boys to speak with the clergyman. The husband said, "We might as well. We need to do something before I really lose my temper! The clergyman agreed to speak with the boys, but asked to see them individually.

The 8-year-old went to meet with him first. The clergyman sat the boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God? His older brother followed him into the closet and said, "What happened? God is missing and they think we did it! In whatever way they would remind their followers of their merits and their greatness, it surely has not been by a reminder and commemoration of their death And it was for these that the remembrancer was arranged and instituted.

Here is yet another way to help keep Christ in the center of the celebration! This one is especially good for a family with mixed ages. Original recipe from Sally Burgard's sister Gay. Place the pecans in the zipper baggie and let children beat them with the wooden spoon to break them into small pieces and set aside for later.

Explain that after Jesus was arrested He was beaten by the Roman soldiers. Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross He was given vinegar to drink. You couldexplain that sin separates us from God as you separate the yolk from the white. Add egg whites to vinegar. Explain that Jesus gave His life to give us life. Sprinkle a little salt into each child's hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Careful, not too much! Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus and thebitterness of our own sin.

Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because He loves us and wants us to know and to belong to Him. His death makes this possible for us. He gives this to us as a gift. Ask them what they think will happen when all these things are mixed together. Then beat with a mixer on high speed for minutes until stiff peaks are formed by the egg whites when they are touched by the spoon.

Explain that what Jesus did was bigger than what it seemed to be at first. Explain that the color white represents the purity we have in God's eyes when we accept Jesus' gift. When we accept it our sins are forgiven and we are made pure like Jesus. Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus' body was laid. Put cookie sheet in the oven. Close the oven door. Turn the oven OFF. Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door shut. Explain that Jesus tomb was sealed. If old enough to understand talk about why it was sealed. Explain that they might feel sad to leave the cookies in the oven over night.

Jesus' followers were also sad when the tomb was sealed and He was dead. On Easter morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Talk about the cracked surface. Take a bite, are you surprised about the 'tombs' being hollow inside? Explain that on the first Easter Jesus' followers were amazed to see the tomb open and empty! Jesus isn't dead any more, He is alive! I asked God to take away my pride. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up. I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.

Her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary. I asked God to grant me patience. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned.

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I asked God to give me happiness. I give you blessings, happiness is up to you. I asked God to spare me pain. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me. I asked God to make my spirit grow. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful. I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.

I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things. Ahhhh, finally you have the idea! A Thought for the Day. Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. Safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The successes and downfalls that you experience create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, the lessons they teach us are probably the most poignant and important ones of all. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.

  1. La pazienza della pietra (Israeliana) (Italian Edition).
  2. Désir dAilleurs (FICTION) (French Edition);
  3. A Simple Guide To Work Related Eye Diseases (What You Need to Prevent Work Related Eye Diseases) (A Simple Guide to Medical Conditions).
  4. Ruf der Seelen (Die Abenteuer des Vampirs Jason Dawn 4) (German Edition);
  5. Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you.

    Create your own life and then go out and live it. Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy.

    He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it? I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

    In a very real sense, each of us has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. The Paradox of Our Age. The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower view points. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy it less.

    We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

    We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We have higher incomes, but lower morals. We've become long on quantity, but short on quality. These are the times of tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

    These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose to ignore it.

    Your invited to a Birthday Party. Traditionally December 25, but He's always around, so the date is flexible Whenever you're ready, please don't be too late, though; or you'll miss out on all the fun.. Come as you are He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last He's already paid for everyone He says we would not have been able to afford it New wine, bread and a far-out drink He calls "living water, followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!!

    He's one of those people who already has everything else. He's very generous in return though, wait until you see what He has for you All rated "G" so bring your family and friends He must know ahead so He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, he's keeping a list of His friends for future reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life". Party Given For His Own: For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready.

    Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear. Plant four rows of squash: Squash gossip, Squash indifference, Squash grumbling, Squash selfishness. Plant four rows of lettuce: Lettuce be faithful, Lettuce be kind, Lettuce be obedient, Lettuce really love one another. No garden without turnips: Turnip for meetings, Turnip for service, Turnip to help one another.

    Water freely with patience and Cultivate with love. There is much fruit in your garden because you reap what you sow. Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.

    But the appalling thing was his face- lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: My bus leaves early in the morning.

    I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer.

    He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind. And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning.

    As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4: In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed.

    Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!