Wednesday, January 18, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE WINNER

THE WINNER

 

I was watching some little kids play soccer. These kids were only five or six years old, but they were playing a real game - - a serious game _ two teams, complete with coaches, uniforms, and parents. I didn't know any of them, so I was able to enjoy the game without the distraction of being anxious about winning or losing - I wished the parents and coaches could have done the same.

 

The teams were pretty evenly matched. I will just call them Team One and Team Two. Nobody scored in the first period. The kids were hilarious. They were clumsy and terribly inefficient. They fell over their own feet, they stumbled over the ball, they kicked at the ball and missed it but they didn't seem to care. They were having fun.

 

In the second quarter, the Team One coach pulled out what must have been his first team and put in the scrubs, except for his best player who now guarded the goal.

 

The game took a dramatic turn. I guess winning is important even when you're five years old -- because the Team Two coach left his best players in, and the Team One scrubs were no match for them. Team Two swarmed around the little guy who was now the Team One goalie. He was an outstanding athlete, but he was no match for three or four who were also very good. Team Two began to score. The lone goalie gave it everything he had, recklessly throwing his body in front of incoming balls, trying valiantly to stop them.

 

Team Two scored two goals in quick succession. It infuriated the young boy.  He became a raging maniac -- shouting, running, diving. With all the stamina he could muster, he covered the boy who now had the ball, but that boy kicked it to another boy twenty feet away, and by the time he repositioned himself, it was too late -- they scored a third goal.

 

I soon learned who the goalie's parents were. They were nice, decent-looking people. I could tell that his dad had just come from the office -- he still had his suit and tie on. They yelled encouragement to their son.  I became totally absorbed, watching the boy on the field and his parents on the sidelines. After the third goal, the little kid changed. He could see it was no use; he couldn't stop them.

 

He didn't quit, but he became quietly desperate futility was written all over him. His father changed too. He had been urging his son to try harder - yelling advice and encouragement. But then he changed. He became anxious. He tried to say that it was okay - to hang in there. He grieved for the pain his son was feeling.

 

After the fourth goal, I knew what was going to happen. I've seen it before.  The little boy needed help so badly, and there was no help to be had.  He retrieved the ball from the net and handed to the referee - and then he cried. He just stood there while huge tears rolled down both cheeks. He went to his knees and put his fists to his eyes - and he cried the tears of the helpless and brokenhearted.

 

When the boy went to his knees, I saw the father start onto the field. His wife clutched his arm and said, "Jim, don't. You'll embarrass him." But he tore loose from her and ran onto the field. He wasn't supposed to - the game was still in progress. Suit, tie, dress shoes, and all – he charged onto the field, and he picked up his son so everybody would know that this was his boy, and he hugged him and held him and cried with him. I've never been so proud of a man in my life.

 

He carried him off the field, and when he got close to the sidelines I heard him say, "Scotty, I'm so proud of you. You were great out there. I want everybody to know that you are my son." "Daddy," the boy sobbed, "I couldn't stop them. I tried, Daddy, I tried and tried, and they scored on me."

 

"Scotty, it doesn't matter how many times they scored on you. You're my son, and I'm proud of you. I want you to go back out there and finish the game. I know you want to quit, but you can't. And, son, you're going to get scored on again, but it doesn't matter. Go on, now." It made a difference - I could tell it did.

 

When you're all alone, and you're getting scored on - and you can't stop them - it means a lot to know that it doesn't matter to those who love you.  The little guy ran back on to the field - and they scored two more times - but it was okay. 

 

I get scored on every day. I try so hard. I recklessly throw my body in every direction. I fume and rage. I struggle with temptation and sin with every ounce of my being - and Satan laughs. And he scores again, and the tears come, and I go to my knees - sinful, convicted, helpless.

 

And my Father - my Father rushes right out on the field - right in front of the whole crowd - the whole jeering, laughing world - and he picks me up, and he hugs me and he says, "I'm so proud of you. You were great out there. I want everybody to know that you are my son, and because I control the outcome of this game, I declare you -- The Winner."

 

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Monday, January 16, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE BURDEN

THE BURDEN

 

"Why was my burden so heavy?"  I slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it.  Is there no rest from this life? I wondered.  I stumbled to my bed and dropped onto it, pressing my pillow around my ears to shut out the noise of my existence.

 

"Oh God," I cried, "let me sleep.  Let me sleep forever and never wake up!"

 

With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the blackness that came over me.

 

Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness.  I focused on its source: the figure of a man standing before a cross.

 

"My child," the person asked, "why did you want to come to Me before I am ready to call you?"

 

"Lord, I'm sorry.  It's just that... I can't go on.  You see how hard it is for me.  Look at this awful burden on my back.  I simply can't carry it anymore."

 

"But haven't I told you to cast all of your burdens upon Me, because I care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."

 

"I knew You would say that.  But why does mine have to be so heavy?"

 

"My child, everyone in the world has a burden.  Perhaps you would like to try a different one?"

 

"I can do that?"

 

He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet.  "You may try any of these."

 

All of them seemed to be of equal size.  But each was labeled with a name.

 

"Why there's Joan's!" I said.  Joan was married to a wealthy businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dressed her three daughters in the prettiest designer clothes.  Sometimes she drove me to church in her Cadillac when my car was broken.

 

"Let me try that one."  How difficult could her burden be?  I thought.

 

The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan's on my shoulders.  I sank to my knees beneath its weight. "Take it off!" I said.  "What makes it so heavy?"

 

"Look inside."

 

I untied the straps and opened the top.  Inside was a figure of her Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak.

 

"Joan, you'll never be good enough for my son," it began.  "He never should have married you.  You're a terrible mother to my grandchildren..."

 

I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another.  It was Donna, Joan's youngest daughter.  Her head was bandaged from the surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy.

 

A third figure was Joan's brother.  Addicted to drugs, he had been convicted of killing a police officer.

 

"I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord.  But she's always smiling and helping others.  I didn't realize..."

 

"Would you like to try another?"  He asked quietly.

 

I tested several.  Paula's felt heavy: She was raising four small boys without a father.  Debra's did too: a childhood of sexual abuse and a marriage of emotional abuse.  When I came to Ruth's burden, I didn't even try.  I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.

 

"They're all too heavy, Lord." I said.  "Give back my own."

 

As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than the others.

 

"Let's look inside." He said.

 

I turned away, holding it close.  "That's not a good idea," I said.

 

"Why?"

 

"There's a lot of junk in there."

 

"Let Me see."

 

The gentle thunder of His voice compelled me.  I opened my burden.

 

He pulled out a brick.

 

"Tell me about this one."

 

"Lord, You know.  It's money.  I know we don't suffer like people in some countries or even the homeless here in America.  But we have no insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can't always take them to the doctor. They've never been to a dentist. And I'm tired of dressing them in hand-me-downs."

 

"My child, I will supply all of your needs... and your children's.  I've given them healthy bodies.  I will teach them that expensive clothing doesn't make a person valuable in My sight."

 

Then He lifted out the figure of a small boy.  "And this?" He asked.

 

"Andrew..." I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden.  "But, Lord, he's hyperactive.  He's not quiet like the other two.  He makes me so tired. He's always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I abuse him.  I yell at him all the time.  Someday I may really hurt him...."

 

"My child," He said, "if you trust Me, I will renew your strength.  If you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience."

 

Then He took some pebbles from my burden.

 

"Yes, Lord," I said with a sigh.  "Those are small.  But they're important. I hate my hair.  It's thin, and I can't make it look nice.  I can't afford to go to the beauty shop.  I'm overweight and can't stay on a diet.  I hate all my clothes.  I hate the way I look!"

 

"My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your heart. By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight.  But your beauty should not come from outward appearance.  Instead, it should come from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in My sight."

 

My burden now seemed lighter than before.

 

"I guess I can handle it now." I said.

 

"There is more." He said.  "Hand Me that last brick."

 

"Oh, You don't have to take that.  I can handle it."

 

"My child, give it to Me."  Again His voice compelled me.  He reached out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.

 

"But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so.....Lord!  What happened to Your hands?  They're so scarred!" No longer focused on my burden, I looked for the first time into His face.  In His brow were ragged scars --as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh.

 

"Lord," I whispered.  "What happened to You?"

 

His loving eyes reached into my soul.

 

"My child, you know.  Hand Me the brick.  It belongs to Me.  I bought it."

 

"How?"

 

"With My blood."

 

"But why, Lord?"

 

"Because I have loved you with an Everlasting Love.  Give it to Me."

 

I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm.  It contained all the dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, the depression that constantly tormented me.

 

He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at its base.  It hardly made a ripple.

 

"Now, My child, you need to go back.  I will be with you always.  When you are troubled, call to Me and I will help you and show you things you cannot imagine now."

 

"Yes, Lord, I will call on You."

 

I reached to pick up my burden.

 

"You may leave that here if you wish.  You see all these burdens?  They are the ones that others have left at My feet.  Joan's, Paula's, Debra's, Ruth's..... When you leave your burden here, I carry it with you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light."

 

As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade.  Yet I heard Him whisper, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."

 

A peace flooded my soul.

 

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Sunday, January 15, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE JARS

THE JARS

 

The preacher placed two identical jars on the table next to the pulpit.  He quoted 1 Samuel 16:7 'The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart"

 

These jars came from the same factory, were made of the same materials, and can hold the same amount. But they are different, he explained.

 

Then he upset one and it oozed out honey. He turned over the other, and vinegar spilled out. "When a jar is upset, whatever is in it comes out.

 

Until the jars were upset, they looked alike. The difference was within, and could not be seen. When they were upset, their contents were revealed.

 

Until we are upset we put on a good front. But when we are upset, we reveal our innermost thoughts and attitudes, for "out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks ( Luke 6:45)

 

What if someone tipped you over today ??

What would flow out ??

Would you reveal the "honey" of grace and patience, or the "vinegar" of anger and sarcasm ??

 

"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins" (1Peter 4:8)

 

Have a terrific day knowing that the one who upsets you may be just looking for some honey

 

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] STEPPING STONES

STEPPING STONES

 

The Lord came to me like a dream one day and asked, "why do you sorrow?"

I answered, "Lord my life is so full of pain, I can't face one more tomorrow."

 

The Lord sat down beside me, and gently took my hand.

He said, "Let Me explain to you, and then you'll understand.

 

Each sorrow is a stepping stone you must surmount each day,

And every stepping stone you climb is a sorrow that's passed away.

 

The road of life is a mountainside, with crevices in which to be caught,

But as you struggle on your way, I, the Rock, will lend support.

 

Every stepping stone you climb, makes spirit and heart grow strong.

Exercising character and faith, this road seems painful and long.

 

The way is paved with stepping stones, to uplift your heart and soul,

Though difficult, they aid your way, to a City paved with gold.

 

I know that you are tired, for I too have walked this way,

My sorrows did they multiply, but I cleared many stones away.

 

I left My Rock to lift you up, I left behind My story.

To give you strength to make your climb, to that special place in glory.

 

And never fear, the Rock is here, you'll never climb this mountain alone

Surmount life's sorrows, continue on, for they are but stepping stones.

 

 

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not to your own understanding.  In all ways, acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths."  Proverbs 3:5-6

 

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Friday, January 13, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE NAIL

THE NAIL

 

As the story goes, they built a new church building and people came from far and wide to see it. They admired its beauty! Up on the roof, a little nail heard the people praising everything about the lovely structure-except the nail! No one even knew he was there, and he became angry and jealous.

 

"If I am that insignificant, nobody will miss me if I quit!" So the nail then released its hold, slid down the roof, and fell in the mud.

 

That night it rained and rained. Soon, the shingle that had no nail blew away, and the roof began to leak. The water streaked the walls and the beautiful murals. The plaster began to fall, the carpet was stained, and the pulpit Bible was ruined by water. All this because a little nail decided to quit!

 

But what of the nail? While holding the shingle, it was obscure but it was also useful. Buried in the mud it was just as obscure, but now it was useless and would soon be eaten up by rust!

 

The moral of the story-EVERY MEMBER IS IMPORTANT TO THE CHURCH! You may, like the nail, feel obscure at times, but just like the nail, your absence is felt. When you are not present for worship, in some way the body of Christ hurts. We are ALL a part of the Lord's ministry.

 

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING

 

When you thought I wasn't looking, by a Child

 

A message every parent should read, because your children are watching and doing as you do, not as you say.

"When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

 

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

 

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that little things can be the special things in life.

 

When you though I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

 

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night and I felt loved and safe.

 

When you though I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, 'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'"

Each of us - parent, grandparent or friend - influence the life of a child.

 

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Monday, January 09, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] The 7 Ups of Life

The 7 Ups of Life


7 Ups of Life is not the carbonized lemon-lime soft drink, but rather a perspective on life. As we enter this New Year remember "Being Up" isn't difficult, but it does require a conscious effort on our part. So here are the 7 Ups.

1. Wake-Up! Decide to have a good day and wake up to the realization that we have been given the gift of another day.

2. Dress -Up! The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

3. Shut-Up! Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two years and one mouth, so he must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.

4. Stand-up! for what you believe in. Stand up for something or you will fall for anything.

5. Look-Up! To the Lord, "for our every need, or every problem".

6. Reach-Up! For something higher. When everything else fails us, we know we can depend on Him! .And finally,

7. Lift-Up! Our prayers to him, not just all of our burdens and cares, but also our gratitude for what he has done and will do for us.


A HAPPY AND REALTY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!

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