Monday, April 24, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] HOW ARE YOU RUNNING YOUR RACE?

HOW ARE YOU RUNNING YOUR RACE?


Growing up in his native India, author Ravi Zacharias used to participate in a strange event on community sports days.

It's called the slow cycling race.

The goal of the race is not to take off as soon as the gun sounds, but to move as slowly as possible.  In fact, it's best if you can remain completely still on your bicycle, your feet never touching the ground.

The goal of the race is to come in dead last.

 

Some competitors are so adept at remaining stationary that the distance of the race is only a few yards.

Imagine a visiting cycling champion from another culture standing there before the gun sounds.

He sees the riders hop onto their bikes and thinks, "I wish I could be in this race so I could teach these beginners a few things about cycling."  If he's offered the opportunity, imagine his surprise at what happens next.

At the pop of the starting pistol he speeds off and breaks through the tape first, only to look back and notice that the rest of the cyclists are still at the starting line trying to balance their motionless bikes.

Imagine his astonishment that he has finished last, even though he crossed the line first.

It pays to know the purpose of a race before we try to win it. 

 

It pays to know how we should define a rich and meaningful life before we speed off, assuming we're winning, when in fact we can't even state what kind of life God has actually called us to.

He who dies with the most toys wins.

Money is life's scorekeeper.

If I just made $10,000 more, I know I'd be happy.

There's no shortage of bankrupt philosophies in the world.  Some of life's most famous "winners" are convinced they have outsmarted, outhustled, and outmaneuvered everyone they know.

Jesus offers this warning:  "The last will be first, and the first will be last."  (Matthew 20:16)

It pays to learn how God defines the Good Life.

That will certainly help us keep our balance in whatever slow race he's set before us this day.

-- Authored by Glenn McDonald

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] WALKING THROUGH THE CHURCH DOORS

WALKING THROUGH THE CHURCH DOORS

 

What's the number one thing that keeps spiritual searchers from walking through the doors of a church?

 

That's easy:  Christians. 

 

Philosopher Bertrand Russell famously said that he would believe in a Savior when his followers began to act as if they were saved.

 

Craig Detweiler, a Christian filmmaker, knows that artists can feel particularly hostile to the traditional church scene.

 

About a decade ago he attended a sold-out showing of a virulently anti-religious movie at the Sundance Film Festival. 

 

In the movie, a suburban Southern Baptist family is killed in a car wreck on their way (of course) to church.  In heaven, a tattooed Jesus sends them back to earth so they can live far happier lives the second time around – this time with few moral boundaries.

 

Their scandalized church friends decide to send them back to heaven, hopefully for good, by poisoning an apple pie. 

 

The crowd loved it. 

 

It didn't seem to be much of a stretch, after all, to imagine Christians as homicidally hyper-judgmental. 

 

After receiving a standing ovation, the director was asked if any conservative Christians had seen it.  "I'm ready for that fight," he smiled.

 

That's when Detweiler, not even thinking about what he was doing, rose to his feet.  Here's his own account of what happened next:

 

"I struggled to compose my words.  My voice cracked slightly.  I eked out, 'Jay, thank you for this film.  As a native of North Carolina, a fellow filmmaker, and an evangelical Christian…'

 

"I never use the word evangelical.  It is so loaded with negative baggage that I usually attempt to distance myself from such an association.  But in this case, it seemed quite right.  I was speaking for my community, responding to a particular stance we had staked out for ourselves.

 

"Jay stepped back, ready for that fight.  He tensed up, preparing to launch a counterattack.  The crowd sensed that things were about to get ugly.  My next words caught them off guard:  'Jay, I apologize for anything ever done to you in the name of God.'

 

"The entire tenor in the room shifted.  Audience members in the room turned around.  'Did I heart that correctly?'  They craned their necks.  'Who said that?'

 

"Jay fumbled for words, not knowing how to respond.  He was ready to be attacked.  He was not ready for an apology.

 

"He offered a modest, 'Thank you.'  The audience was literally disarmed…

 

"Audience members approached me afterwards with hugs.  A lesbian couple thanked me.  Gay men kissed me.  One person said, 'If that is true, I might consider giving Christianity another chance…' 

 

"A simple apology set off a series of conversations and exchanges about our faith and how we live it."

 

Churches are willing to do almost anything to increase the foot traffic to their front doors:  catchy slogans, fish fries, family nights, concerts, ice cream socials.

 

It's just possible that two words, spoken humbly and sincerely, will generate more good will than all those strategies combined:

 

We apologize. 

 

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] A FATHER SHOPPING

A FATHER SHOPPING


A young father was doing grocery shopping with his little boy, who was sitting in the cart.

 

The dad kept whispering things like, "Be patient, Billy.  You can handle this, Billy.  It's going to be OK, Billy."

 

A woman who was shopping in the same aisle was impressed.

 

She leaned over to the dad and said, "I just want to tell you what a great job you're doing.  You're so wonderfully patient with your little Billy."

 

"Actually," said the man, "my son's name is Jason.  My name is Billy."

 

All day long we hear words that are calculated to encourage us or break us down.  Sometimes we speak those words to ourselves.

 

Unfortunately, they may be negative messages that play like digital recordings in our minds:

 

You'll never lose weight.

You will never survive this lawsuit.

You can't beat cancer.

You don't have the courage to pursue the job you've always wanted.

You don't have the guts to reclaim your sexual integrity.

You're a loser.  And you always will be.

 

For all too many of us, personal acquaintance with such spiritual darkness is a day-to-day experience. 

 

We hear intimidating voices that are calculated to make us lose heart.

 

But God's Holy Spirit can break into our minds as well.

 

The Spirit reminds us that, in Christ, we are loved.  And chosen.  And forgiven.  And blessed beyond all ability to comprehend.

 

God will never leave us. 

God will never abandon us. 

God is at work right now in the midst of the most painful things that are happening to us.

 

The outcome of this day will largely be determined by what voices we choose to hear.

 

Not to mention whether we can make it make it down the candy aisle at the grocery store unscathed.  

 

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE COLOR OF FRIENDSHIP

THE COLOR OF FRIENDSHIP

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The favorite.

 

Green said:

"Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."

 

Blue interrupted:

"You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."

 

Yellow chuckled:

"You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."

 

Orange started next to blow her trumpet:

"I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."

 

Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:

"I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."

 

Purple rose up to his full height:

He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."

 

Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination:

"Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."

 

And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

 

In the midst of the clamor, God began to speak:

"You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."

 

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.

 

God continued:

"From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow." And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another.

 

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Monday, April 10, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] LEAVING THE CITY OF REGRET

LEAVING THE CITY OF REGRET

 

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet, I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. I'm talking about my annual "Guilt Trip".

 

I got tickets to fly there on "WISHIHAD" airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my baggage, which, I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand memories of what might have been.

 

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town. As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year's most important event, the Annual Pity Party.

 

I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there. First, there would be the Done family, you know, Should Have, Would Have and Could Have. Then came the I Had family. You probably know ol' Wish and his clan. Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost. The biggest family would be the Yesterday's. There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share. Then Shattered Dreams would surely make an appearance. And It's Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly applauded by Don't Blame Me and I Couldn't Help It.

 

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and subsequent "pity party" could be canceled by ME!

 

I started to realize that I did not have to be there. I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, "I can't change yesterday, but I do have the power to make today a wonderful day".

 

I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as encouraging. Knowing this, I left the city of Regret immediately and left no forwarding address.

 

Am I sorry for the mistakes I've made in the past? YES! But there is no physical way to undo them.

 

So, if you are planning a trip to the city of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now.

 

Instead, take a trip to a place called Starting Again. I liked it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there. My neighbors, the I Forgive Myself and the New Starts are so very helpful.

 

By the way, you don't have to carry around heavy baggage, because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. You too, can find this new town, just ask the Lord to show you the way. Now I live on ICANDOIT street.

 

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Sunday, April 09, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] THE WHIPPING

THE WHIPPING

There was a class of young people that no teacher was able to handle. Two
or three teachers had been run off from school this year by these young
people. Finally a young man out of college heard about the class and
applied to the school. The principal asked the young man "Do you not know
what you are asking for, no one has been able to handle these young people,
you are just asking for a terrible beating." After a few moments of silent
prayer, the young man looked at the principal and said "Sir, with your
consent I accept the challenge, just give me a trial basis."

The next morning the young man reported for class. He said to the class
"Young people, I came here today to conduct school, but I realize I can't do
it by myself, I must have your help. One big boy, they called Big Tom, in
the back of the room whispered to his buddies" I'll not need any help, I can
lick that little bird all by myself." The young teacher told the class if
they are to have school, there will have to be some rules to go by. He also
added that he will allow the students to make up the rules and he will list
them on the blackboard. One young man suggested "NO STEALING". Another one
shouted "BE ON TIME FOR CLASS." Pretty soon they had 10 rules listed on the
board. The teacher had then asked the class what the punishment should be
for breaking these rules. Rules are no good unless they are enforced.
Someone in the class suggested that if the rules were broken, they should
receive 10 licks with a rod across their back with their coat off. The
teacher thought that was pretty harsh, and asked the class would they stand
by this punishment. The class agreed. 

Everything went pretty good for two or three days. Finally Big Tom came in
one day very upset. He reported that someone had stolen his lunch. After
talking with the students they came to the conclusion that Little Jim had
stolen Big Tom's lunch. The teacher called Little Jim up to the front of
the room and asked him to remove his coat. That little fellow came up the
aisle with a great big coat on. Little Jim approached the teacher and said
" I am guilty and am willing to take my punishment but please don't make me
take off my coat." The teacher reminded Little Jim of the rules and their
punishments and asked him again to remove his coat and take his punishment
like a man. That little fellow started to unbutton that old coat, and the
teacher saw that he did not have a shirt on under the coat. The teacher
asked Little Jim why he came to school without a shirt on. Little Jim said
"My daddy's dead and my mother is very poor, I don't have but one shirt and
my mother is washing it today. I wore big brother's coat to keep my little
body warm."

That young teacher stood and looked at the frail back and wondered how he
could lay a rod on that little back without even a shirt on. He knew if he
didn't enforce the punishment, the children would not obey the rules, so as
he drew back to strike Little Jim, Big Tom came down the aisle. Big Tom
asked "Can I take Little Jim's whipping for him" The teacher agreed and Big
Tom ripped his coat off and stooped over and the teacher began to lay the
rod on that big back. But for some strange reason after only five licks,
that old rod just broke in half. The young teacher buried his face in his
hands and began to sob. He heard a commotion and looked up to find not even
one dry eye in the room. Little Jim had run and grabbed Big Tom around the
neck, apologizing to him for stealing his lunch, and explained that he was
so very hungry. Little Jim begged Big Tom to forgive him. He told Big Tom
that he would love him till the day he died for taking his whipping for him.
Aren't you glad that Jesus took our whipping for us, that He shed his
precious blood on Calvary so that we can have eternal life in Glory with
Him? We are unworthy of the price He paid for us, but aren't you glad He
loves us that much?

-- Author Unknown

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Sunday, April 02, 2017

 

[dailyfoodforthought] RECIPE FOR KINDNESS

RECIPE FOR KINDNESS


Fold two hands together

And express a dash of sorrow

Marinate it overnight

And work on it tomorrow.

Chop one grudge in tiny pieces

Add several cups of love

Dredge with a large  sized smile

Mix with the ingredients above.

Dissolve the hate within you,

By doing a good deed

Cut in and help your friend

If he should be in need.

Stir in laughter, love an kindness

From the heart it has to come,

Toss with genuine forgiveness

And give your neighbor some.

The amount of people served

Will depend on you,

It can serve the whole wide world,

If you really want it to.

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