Daily Archives April 12, 2015

Justice was Done

Several years ago in California, a young woman was stopped for speeding. She was given a ticket and sentenced to appear before the judge. The Judge read off her citation and asked, \”What is your plea? Guilty or not guilty?\” \”Guilty your honor,\” she replied. The Judge brought down the gavel and said, pay $100 or ten days.\”

Then an amazing thing happened. The Judge stood up, took off his robe, went over to the clerk, and paid the fine in full. What?s the explanation for this? The Judge was her father. He loved his daughter, to be sure, but at that moment he was her judge. His daughter had broken the law He couldn?t simply say, \”Because I love you, I forgive you. You may now leave.\” If he had done that there would have been a miscarriage of justice in his court...

The Cradle, a Christmas Story

They left their home, the new cradle still swinging from the rafters. Night after night the aroma of fresh-cut wood had filled the room as Joseph had patiently fashioned the tiny cradle, using the same chisel and saw he usually put down at dusk.

Now Joseph wiped the tears from Mary\’s cheeks and shut the door behind them. \”It\’ll be okay,\” he told her, as he cinched up their belongings on the donkey.

\”Joseph, can\’t we wait a few days? The baby could come any time.\” She didn\’t want to leave home. Not now.

\”We\’ve waited for the baby as long as we dare.\” He was ready to get on the road. \”We have to leave today or I\’ll be arrested for not appearing in Bethlehem for the census.\”

\”At least bring the cradle, Joseph,\” she pleaded. \”I want the baby to have something nice.\”

\”No...

Todays Prayers

Pardon my muddy feet,
God of raindrops and wriggle worms.
I\’ve been outside,
Splashing in puddles like a child,
trying to rediscover your creations:
Cloak of fog, spider web weavings,
Birds of different feathers
dining peacefully together.
I get too busy to enjoy it.
Thank you for this mud -luscious day
when I am brought to my knees in awe,
The best place to meet you–
as any child knows.
I plan to pray barefoot from now on,
curling my toes and stretching toward you,
becoming like a child,
as you encourage,
so each day can be a whole-body experience.
For it is because of you,
That I am.

Alabaster Boxes

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up, until your friends are dead.
Fill their lives with sweetness.

Speak approving, cheering words while their ears can hear them and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them. The kind things you mean to say when they are gone, say them before they go.

The flowers you mean to send-use to brighten and sweeten their homes before they leave them.

If my friends have alabaster boxes lay away, full of fragrant perfumes of sympathy and affection I would rather they would bring them out in my weary and troubled hours and open them, that I may be refreshed and cheered when I need them.

Let us learn to anoint our friends beforehand. Post-mortem kindness does not cheer the burdened spirit.

Flowers cast no fragra...

Busy

Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter ask for a job in a timber merchant, and he got it. The paid was really good and so were the work conditions. For that reason, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.

His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was supposed to work.

The first day, the woodcutter brought 18 trees

\”Congratulations,\” the boss said. \”Go on that way!\”

Very motivated for the boss? words, the woodcutter try harder the next day, but he only could bring 15 trees. The third day he try even harder, but he only could bring 10 trees.Day after day he was bringing less and less trees.

\”I must be losing my strength\”, the woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on.

\”When was the last ...