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THE SANCTUARY MESSENGER
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Dear FriendYour letters are always mostwelcomed and no doubt in thecoming days your neighbourhoodwill start to put up Christmasdecorations (this happensearlier and earlier each passing year) in preparation ofcelebrating one of the mostimportant festivals in theChristian calendar, the birth ofour Lord Jesus Christ.There is a surprising freshness about Christmas, it comesround once every year and yet it always brings with it aquality of magic. Even though we may groan at thepreparations that must be made, a feeling of excitement stillruns through us all. Christmas is the one time of the year
when an element of change comes into everyone’s life. We
are forced to stop our hum-drum daily routine and take a fewdays break from our work and live in an entirely differentmanner to the rest of the year.
BroRoy
there’s always room for
a couple of beers.
Sometimes we tend to take ourselves too seriously and we need tolighten up, so I thought I would share the following story that I cameacross with you all.A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items infront of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a verylarge and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them intothe jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areasbetween golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand andpoured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. Heasked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with aunanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer fromunder the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectivelyfilling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you torecognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are theimportant things--your family, your children, your health, your friends,your favourite passions--things that if everything else was lost and onlythey remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the otherthings that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand iseverything else--the small stuff."If you put the sand into the jar first,"he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. Thesame goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the smallstuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play withyour children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partnerout to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean thehouse, and fix the disposal."Take care of the golf balls first, the thingsthat really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beerrepresented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes toshow you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's alwaysroom for a couple of beers.
SanctuaryOfRemembrance
I am often called upon toconduct the funeral servicesof our dearly departedCrusadersAfter conducting their service the family often request thattheir wreath and a card be placed upon the Altar in theSanctuary of Remembrance at the Crusade.One of our Crusaders whose husband passed away twoyears ago has requested that both a Valentine card andAnniversary card be placed on the Altar in memory of theirlove each year. It is one of many requests that we receivehere at the Sanctuary.Why do I mention this you may ask, because maybe you arenot fully aware of our
Sanctuary of Remembrance
?If you would like your Loved One or your Favourite Pet to beremembered, then why not send a card, photograph orarticle that you would like to rest on the Altar ofRemembrance, where prayers are said daily for those nowat peace.Brother Roy
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