Daily Archives April 18, 2015

Jesus in the House

Once there was a very wealthy young man. He lived in a great, elaborate house with dozens of rooms. Each room was more comfortable and more beautiful than the one before it. There were paintings and sculptures. Crystal chandeliers, golden, ornate railings on the stairs. More beauty than most have ever seen.
One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered him the very best room in the house. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall.

\”This room is yours,Jesus! Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room, remember Jesus, its all yours.\”

\”Thank you\” the Lord replied, and with that the man shut the door and went about his daily business.

That evening after he had retired for the nigh...

Thanks For The Thorns

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door. Her life had been easy, like a Spring breeze. Then in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor Automobile accident stole her ease. During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son. She grieved over her loss. As if that weren\’t enough her husband\’s company threatened a transfer. Then her sister, whose holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not come. What\’s worse, Sandra\’s friend infuriated her by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer. \”Had she lost a child? -No–she has no idea what I\’m feeling,\” Sandra shuddered. \”Thanksgiving? Thankful for what?\” she wondered...

The Diploma

I was exhausted from working my two jobs over the weekend and was not looking forward to the graduation ceremony. I have been to many graduations and I know how boring they are for most people. To top everything off, my wife and I had our two kids under the age of three with us. Both of the kids were squirming and whining, and I knew it was going to be a long afternoon. Our sole comic relief came when my three-year-old patted and rubbed the head of a bald man we did not know in front of us. As the ceremony dragged on I kept thinking of all the places I would rather be, and made up my mind that I wasn\’t going to enjoy myself.

It was your ordinary graduation ceremony: a hot, sweaty auditorium filled with people fanning themselves with their programs, listening to speech upon boring speech,...

Build me a Temple

Build Me a temple that Holy and new,

Build Me a temple to dwell in with you;

Cleanse this new temple from all previous sin, Open the doors wide place My love within; Invite My Spirit to dwell in this place,

Let Him come in to fill every space.

This temple I need is not stone or brick,

Not made of wood, canvas, or stick;

The temple I want is the one I gave you,

So long ago when you were brand new;

The temple I ask is the body you wear,

It\’s a temple you have that is always right there. So build Me your temple that Holy and new, Build Me a temple to dwell with you;

Build Me a temple and you will see, That together forever we\’ll always be.

The Cleaning Lady

During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: \”What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?\” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

\”Absolutely,\” said the professor. \”In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant.

They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say \’Hello\’.\”

I\’ve never forgotten that lesson...