Daily Archives April 1, 2015

Information Please

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person – her name was Information Please, and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anybody\’s number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer...

The Water of Life

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn\’t see some rain soon… we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes...

LEARN TO LEAN

It took me forever, Lord, to learn how to lean. To leave my friends as you lovingly began to wean. I know I was stubborn, and I dug in my heels, And when you applied pressure did I ever squeal.

It was a concept, Lord, that I just hadn\’t learned, And obviously . . . I was not too much concerned. But as my old leaning-posts were taken away, Routine confidence . . . began rapidly to fray.

Then your Holy Spirit, made it abundantly clear, To you alone, Lord, must I unltimately adhere. Only in your word and Spirit, may I ever grow strong, As you continue to teach me, a blessed new song.

It is not in friends and others, that I will understand. All my strength and wisdom, must come to me firsthand...

Comprehension

\”Every word, every image used for God is a distortion more than a description.\”

\”Then how does one speak of God?\”

\”Through Silence.\”

\”Why, then, do you speak in words?\”

At that the Master laughed uproariously He said, \”When I speak, you mustn\’t listen to the words, my dear. Listen to the Silence.\”