Monday, June 06, 2011
P.U.S.H.
Author Unknown
June 6, 2011
A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled
with light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man he had work
for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The
Lord explained
that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. This
the man did, day after day.
For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set
squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock,
pushing with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin
sore, and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in
vain. Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, the
adversary decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the
man's weary mind: "You have been pushing against that rock for a long
time, and it hasn't budged. Why kill yourself over this? You are
never going to move it." Thus giving the man the impression that the
task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts
discouraged and disheartened the man. "Why kill myself over this?" he
thought. "I'll just put in my time, giving just the minimum effort and
that will be good enough." And that is what he planned to do until
one day he
decided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts
to the Lord.
"Lord" he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting
all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this
time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is
wrong? Why am
I failing?"
The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to
serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push
against the rock with all, your strength, which you have done. Never
once did I mention to
you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push, and now
you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have
failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are
strong and muscled, your
back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant
pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard. Through
opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that
which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock. But your
calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and
trust in My wisdom. This you have done. I, my friend, will now move
the rock."
At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own
intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is
just simple obedience and faith in Him.... By all means, exercise the
faith that moves
mountains, but know that it is still God who moves the mountains.
P.U.S.H!
When everything seems to go wrong,...just P.U.S.H.!
When the job gets you down,...just P.U.S.H.!
When people don't react the way you think they should,...just
P.U.S.H.!
When your money looks funny and the bills are due,...just P.U.S.H.!
When you want to tell them off for whatever the reason,...just
P.U.S.H.!
When people just don't understand you,...just P.U.S.H.!
P.U.S.H -- Pray Until Something Happens!!!!!
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