I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day; I had so much to accomplish
that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task. "Why doesn't God help
me ?" I wondered. He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on grey and bleak; I wondered why
God didn't show me. He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock. God gently and lov-
ingly chided, "My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day; I had so much to
accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
A minister told his congregation, "Next week I plan to preach about the sin of lying. To
help you understand my sermon, I want you all to read Mark 17."
The following Sunday, as he prepared to deliver his sermon, the minister asked for a
show of hands. He wanted to know how many had read Mark 17.
Every hand went up.
The minister smiled and said, "Mark has only 16 chapters. I will now proceed with my
sermon on the sin of lying."
Jock, the painter, often would thin his paint so it would go further. So when the Church
decided to do some deferred maintenance, Jock was able to put in the low bid, and got
the job. As always, he thinned his paint way down with turpentine.
One day while he was up on the scaffolding -- the job almost finished -- he heard a dread-
ful clap of thunder, and the sky opened.
The downpour washed the thinned paint off the church and knocked Jock off his scaffold
and onto the lawn among the gravestones and puddles of thinned and worthless paint.
Jock knew this was a warning from the Almighty, so he got on his knees and cried: \u201cOh,
God! Forgive me! What should I do?\u201d
And from the thunder, he heard a mighty voice: \u201cREPAINT! REPAINT! AND THIN NO
A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night\u2019s dinner. In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of baskets of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding. All but one. He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compas- sion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did. The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping, and no one to care for her plight. The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them into the baskets, and helped set the display up once more. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket. When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, \u201cHere, please take this $20 for the damage we did. Are you okay?\u201d She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, I hope we didn\u2019t spoil your day too badly. As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, \u201cMister\u201d He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.
She continued, \u201cAre you Jesus?\u201d
He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight
with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: \u201cAre you Jesus?\u201d
This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?