If your vision is for a year,
If your vision is for ten years,
If your vision is for
~ An Old Chinese Proverb
The Passerby Page 3
But the compelling story was the harsh reality of talent ignored for people like him of that generation. "It won't put bread on the table," his father told him. "If you sit around drawing like that you'll ever amount to anything.
The Good Samaritan
One semester, a seminary professor set up his preaching class in an unusual way. He scheduled his students to preach on the Parable of the Good Samaritan and on the day of the class, he choreographed his experiment so that each student would go, one at a time, from one classroom to another where he or she would preach a sermon. The professor gave some students ten minutes to go from one room to the other; to other he allowed less time, forcing them to rush in order to meet the schedule. Each student, one at a time, had to walk down a certain corridor and pass by a bum, who was deliberately planted there, obviously in need of some sort of aid.
The Millionaire and the Scrublady
William E Barton
There was a certain Millionaire, who haht his Offices on the Second Floor of the First National Bank Buildinng. And when he goeth up to his Office he rideth in the Elevator, but when he goeth down, the he walketh.
Once, a Chinese traveller came to meet Kautilya (Chanakya). It was dusk and darkness had just started to set in. When the traveller entered Chanakya's room. he saw that Chanakya was busy writing some important papers under the lighting of an oil lamp. You know that there were no bulbs or tube lights in those days, since there was no electricity. So, in those days people used to light oil lamps Chanakya smilingly welcomed his guest and asked him to sit. He then quickly completed the work that he was doing.
All the Good Things
Sister Helen Mrosla
He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All thirty four of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be- alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievous delightful.
Just a kid with cerebral palsy
I was asked to be a counselor in a junior high camp. Everybody ought to be a counselor in a junior high camp- just once. A junior high kid's concept of a good time is picking on people. And in this particular case, at this particular camp, there was a little boy who was suffering from cerebral palsy. His name was Billy. And they picked on him.
Keeper of the Spring
Charles Swindoll, Improving your Serve
The Late Peter Marshall, an eloquent speaker and for several years the chaplain of the United States Senate, used to love to tell the story of "The Keeper of the Spring," a quiet forest dweller who lived high above an Austrian village along the eastern slopes of the Alps. The old gentleman had been hired many years ago by a young town council to clear away the debris from the pools of water up in the mountain crevices that fed the lovely spring flowing through their town. With faithful, silent regularity, he patrolled the hills, removed the leaves and branches, and wiped away the silt that would otherwise choke and contaminate the fresh flow of water. By and by, the village became a popular attraction for vacationeers. Graceful swans floated along the crystal clear spring, the millwheels of various businesses located near the water turned day and night, farmlands were naturally irrigated, and the view from restaurants was picturesque beyond descriptions.
Thanksgiving Day editorial in the newspaper told of a school teacher who asked her first graders to draw a picture of something they were thankful for. She thought of how little these children from poor neighborhoods actually had to be thankful for. But she knew that most of them would draw pictures of turkeys on tables with food. The teacher was taken aback with the picture Douglas handed in.. a simple childishly drawn hand.
But whose hands? This class was captivated by the abstract image. "I think it must be the hand of God that brings us food," said one child. "A farmer," said another, "because he grows the turkeys." Finally when the others were back at work the teacher bent over Douglas' desk and asked whose hand it was. "It's your hand, Teacher," he mumbled.
She recalled that frequently at recess she had taken Douglas, a scrubby forlorn child, by the hand. She often did that with the children. But it meant so much to Douglas. Perhaps this was everyone's Thanksgiving, not for the material things given to us but for the chance, in whatever small way, to give to others.
Benevolence/ Attitude/ Awareness/ Helping Hands/ ThanksGiving