Sunday, November 26, 2006


ABC’s of Multiculture

A is for AWARENESS of those around us
B is for BEAUTY for all people
C is for CARING about each other
D is for DIGNITY that we all possess
E is for ETHNICITY of which we would be proud
F is for FEELING, important to us all
G is for GIVING of ourselves
H is for HOPE for a better tomorrow
I is for INTEGRITY, our standards tell so about us
J is for JOINTLY working together
K is for KNOWLEDGE which erases ignorance
L is for LOVE to be shared
M is for MANKIND, the entire human race
N is for NOBODY is unimportant
O is for OPTIMISM which enhances everyone’s life
P is for PROGRESS made toward understanding
Q is for being QUIET when asked
R is for RESPECT for oneself and others
S is for SELF-WORTH which we should never be without
T is for TOLERANCE toward others
U is for UNDERSTANDING different cultures
V is for VALUES learned along the way
W is for WEALTH gained by sharing our diversity
X is for X-RAY vision that helps us see the good in others
Y is for YOU. Make your life what you want it to be, forward and upward
Z is for ZEAL to appreciate a multicultural world


Ready or not, some day, it will all come to an end.

There will be no more surprises; no minutes, hours, or days.

All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass on to someone else.

Your wealth, fame, and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.

So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses, that once seemed so important, will fade away.

It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.

Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So, what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;not what you got, but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity,compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched,
Empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your example.

 What will matter is not your competence, but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew,
But how many people will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories,
But the memories that live in those who loved you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.

It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

Chose to live a life that matters.

Friday, November 24, 2006


by Jim Rohn

You may be wondering why I would call this article a Thankful Thanksgiving. Aren't all Thanksgivings Thankful? Unfortunately, no. As a person who has experienced 70+ Thanksgivings, I recognize that being thankful is something that we have to work at, even on Thanksgiving.

If your home is like most, your Thanksgiving day will be very busy, with either traveling to where you want to go or preparing your home to have others over for the day. Either way, that can be very hectic and emotionally trying, which doesn't lend itself to preparing your heart to be reflective and thankful. In fact, Thanksgiving weekend is the most traveled weekend in America. Airports are full, and not always providing much room for contemplation of your good fortune.

This means all the more that if we want to be the kind of people who are characterized by thankfulness, then we must make sure that we focus on it, and not just on Thanksgiving Day, but at all times during the year.

Here are a few key words as well as some thoughts that are simple and practical to apply; something you can use right away in your quest for becoming more thankful:

Time. Set aside time regularly to be quiet, to reflect. We live in the fastest paced time ever. From the moment we awake to the moment we collapse into bed, we have the opportunity to go at full speed and never slow down. If we schedule time every day in which we can be quiet and reflect, we will free our hearts and minds up from the tyranny of the urgent and rushed.
Thought. Give thought to the many blessings that you have. Living in a consumer culture, most of us are fully aware of what we do not have and how we absolutely must have "it". But how often do we reflect upon that which we already have? Take some time each day and think of one or two things that you have that you may typically take for granted and then take a moment and give thanks for those. In fact, I make it a part of my reflection time to review a list of things that I'm thankful for.

Generosity. Be generous toward those with less and not envious of those with more. We tend to look at others who may be wealthier than ourselves and think, "I sure wish I had what he does." That kind of thinking breeds envy and jealousy rather than contentment. What can we do to break that cycle? I would suggest being generous to those who are less fortunate than yourself. Go to work at a food bank. And not just during the holidays - everybody works there then - but on a regular basis during the year. That will remind you of how good you really have it.

Ask. Ask a friend what they are thankful for. The next time you are at lunch with a friend, ask him or her what they are most thankful for. You will be amazed at the answers you receive and you will create a meaningful bond with your friends as you focus on this powerful question.

Acknowledge. Lastly, tell those you love how thankful you are for having them in your life. So many times we neglect to take the time to craft the words to express to those closest to us what their presence in our lives means to us. Take the opportunity of Thanksgiving Day to write them a note or sometime during the day put your hand on their shoulder, look them in the eyes and tell them. Let them know what they mean to you, and in return you'll begin to create the possibility of deeper, richer, more fulfilling relationships with those you love.

Of course we should do what we can to make the most of the day we call Thanksgiving, but wouldn't it be a shame if the only time we reflected on our blessings was that one Thursday in November? And the answer is, of course! So let's do our best to be aware of the many great gifts that we have each and every day of the year. As we do so we will see our hearts soar and our minds will experience more and more at peace as we regularly remember and remain aware of our good fortune.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006


The Quiet Sermon 

A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going.  After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire.  Guessing the reason for his pastors visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.

The pastor made himself at home but said nothing.  In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs.  After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone.  Then he sat back in his chair, still silent.  The host watched all this in quiet contemplation.  As the one lone ember's flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more.  Soon it was cold and dead.

Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.  The Pastor glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave.  He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.

As the pastor reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, "Thank you so much for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon.  I shall be back in church next Sunday."

We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little.  Consequently, few listen.   Sometimes the best sermons are the ones left unspoken.

If you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything!

Thursday, October 12, 2006


Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark..
ONE: Don't miss the boat.

TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.

Monday, August 14, 2006


A Decent Man
by Jaye Lewis

Louie. What a giant of a man he was, from the beginning. We met in the home of mutual friends, who had rescued me and my children from a woman's shelter. I remember seeing him for the first time, how he seemed to fill the room, and I remember thinking, this is a man who knows exactly who he is. My children fell in love with him immediately, especially nine-year-old Jenny and six-year-old Helen.

I had always wondered what a real man, who truly loves children, would be like. I found out that first night. I was cautious and distant, but I couldn't deny the charm of the man who willingly made a fool of himself for the sake of my children. My daughters were entranced, and they recited the most awful jokes, teaching him how to talk in belch, informing him proudly, about how they had learned these things from their mother. I explained, blushing, that "my children are always bragging about me."

He was charming and outgoing with the little ones; yet with the adults, he was quiet and seemed quite shy. At one point, my twelve year old became frustrated, because no one was listening to her. Louie propelled himself from the floor, waving his powerful hands, and silencing everyone.

"This young lady has something to say, and we should all listen." Everyone looked at my daughter, as she told her story. Louie laughed in all the right places, giving an encouraging look to anyone who wasn't paying attention.

"Now isn't that a funny story?" he asked, and, of course, everyone agreed.

I watched him that night, and I marveled at his tenderness with my little girls, who had never known a man's tenderness. I sent a silent communication toward heaven. So this is what love is.

We started out as friends. He talked to me like a big brother, when he thought that I was not taking care of myself. I was picking at my food, and all the terrors of our flight from an abusive home had paralyzed my throat, so that I couldn't swallow much food. Louie gave me a searching look, yet his voice was softly reproving.

"Those little girls need you." He said. "If you don't take care of yourself, who's going to take care of them?" I was mesmerized by the innate decency of this man, and his ability to state the simple truth. He was right. I was all that my children had. So, I began to eat, chewing slowly, and finally swallowing, as we talked.

He was in the Navy. He had served on the same ship with the husband of the woman who had taken us in. I was beaten down by the time I met Louie, and I was very protective of my children. No man would ever hurt them again. But I reveled in this new friendship. I was assured that Louie could be trusted, and that was enough for me.

I found myself so drawn to the respectful, shy man, who had already captured my children's hearts. I had the irresistible urge to make him laugh, and I seized every opportunity, as he heaved boxes and furniture, helping me move into my own place. It took us all day to move from one end of Jacksonville, Florida to the other, but finally I was set up, with my little girls, in my very first apartment.

It was a lovely place. I had fought for a decent place to bring my daughters to, and the state of Florida had made certain of it, defending the rights of my children, and protecting their lives and mine. I will never forget how strangers befriended us, after relatives and friends turned their backs. To me, it is amazing the angels that God brought into my life, when I was most alone.

When we were finally settled, and the girls were put to bed, Louie and I talked long into the night. He walked my dog, as I made sandwiches. I watched him. Every nuance. I noticed the strong lines of his face. I watched him through the front window, as he patiently waited for my dog, of discriminating taste, to find just the perfect spot. Louie's face, in repose, spoke of deep thoughts, and if God would grant me one wish about that night, it would be to know what was on his heart and mind, in those moments.

Louie's ship was leaving the next day, for a six week deployment, and I gathered up the courage to ask for his mailing address, never expecting to see him again. I was alone, and I knew it. That first night alone in my first apartment was a night of reflection. I turned out all the lights, and my bedroom was softly illuminated by the street lamp outside my window. I thought about a gentle man and kind friends, who selflessly gave of themselves out of the goodness of their hearts.

I recalled what I had said to Louie the very first night that we met, when he was encouraging me to take care of myself for the sake of my children. I could not resist the urge to speak, boldly, to my new friend.

"Louie," I had said, watching his deep green eyes, shyly meet mine, "Someday, a woman will come into your life, who will love you, as no one has ever loved you before, and all the sorrows of your life will be left far behind."

Perhaps my words were the simple reflection of my own heart's longings. But I never dreamed what God already knew...that woman would be me.

by Jaye Lewis
Jaye and Louie have now been married for over 24 years. They live in the Appalachian Mountains of southwestern Virginia celebrating their love every day. This story will be included in Jaye's soon to be released book, entitled "Entertaining Angels." Visit Jaye's website at

Friday, June 16, 2006


It is silence when your words would hurt;
It is patience when your neighbor is curt;
It is deafness when the scandal flows;
It is thoughtfulness for another's woes;
It is promptness when stern duty calls;
It is courage when misfortune falls.

NOW, THIS IS L O V E . . .

I Asked, He Gave
I asked for Strength...
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom...
And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity...
And God gave me a Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage...
And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love...
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors...
And God gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing Iwanted. 
I received everything I needed.

Look to Him for it all for it is from Him that all blessings flow.

Friday, May 26, 2006


This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC. There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester to prove that God couldn't exist. His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.

At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up!"

In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He would say, "Because anyone who believes in God is a fool. If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't do it."

And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces.

All of the students would do nothing but stop and stare.

Most of the students thought that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up.

Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll. He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor. He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid. But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up, no matter whatthe professor said, or what the class thought.

Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith...he hoped.

Finally, the day came. The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom.

The professor shouted, "You FOOL!!! If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!" He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man, and then ran out of the lecture hall.

The young man who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room, and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them, and of His power, through Jesus.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006


I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cruising into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with  them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"

This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

Thursday, February 23, 2006


Do You Smell That?
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas  as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of  Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. 

   Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. 

   That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced  Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency  Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. 

   At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces,  they already knew she was perilously premature. 

   Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. 

   "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. 

   "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the  night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one." 

   Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived. 

   She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. 

   "No! No!" was all Diana could say. 

   She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away. 
   But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. 
   Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only    intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. 

   There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. 

   But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. 

   At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted. 
   Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story. 

   One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. 

   As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.  Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked,  "Do you smell that?" 

   Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." 

   Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" 

   Once again, her mother replied,   "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain." 

   Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,    "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest." 

   Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. 

   Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. 

   During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that sheremembers so well.

Friday, January 13, 2006


                      Double Angels
By David Scott, sixteen

     Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I smiled at the joy of only having to wait one more day.  I got out of bed and threw some clothes on.  Digging around the kitchen for some breakfast, I settled on a bowl of Cheerios and some leftover pizza from the night before.  After watching cartoons, playing some video games and chatting on-line with some friends, it suddenly hit me that I hadn't bought a present for my mom.  It was Christmas Eve, and the stores were going to be closing pretty soon.  So I threw some shoes on, grabbed my skateboard and set off to the mall.
     I swung open the heavy glass door into the mall only to see an incredible sight.  People were running and panicking everywhere, trying to find the perfect gift for their loved ones.  It was total madness.  I decided to begin trying to make my way through the crowds when a guy in a black coat came up to me and told me with desperation in his voice that he had lost his brown leather wallet.  Before I could say a word, he shoved his gray business card into my hand.
     "Please call me at the number on the card if you happen to find it," he said.  I looked at him, shrugged my shoulders and replied, "Yeah, no problem.  I'll do that."
     He turned to stop another person, and I continued to make my way through the unending stream of shoppers to look for a gift for my mom.  I searched everywhere, up and down the mall in every store, with no luck.  Finally, toward the very end of the mall, I spotted a small antique and glass-art store.  It looked like it might have some interesting stuff - not the same as I'd seen in every other store.  I figured I had nothing to lose so I went in.
     Papers and boxes had been thrown everywhere from all the greedy Christmas shoppers digging around for the perfect gifts.  It was pretty bad.  It looked like a dirty bedroom with smelly clothes scattered around in it.  As I tried to make my way through the pile of stuff, I tripped over a box in the aisle and fell flat on my face.  I was so frustrated and worn out from shopping that I stood up, screamed and kicked the box.  It flew through the air and hit a big, high-priced clay statue, almost knocking it over.  My anger had gotten the best of me, but luckily no harm was done.
     As I picked up the box to put it back on the shelf, I noticed a flat, green box hidden under some wrapping paper.  I opened it up to find an amazing glass plate with a Nativity scene on it.  There it was, the perfect gift, just lying in some trash waiting for me to find it.  It felt like one of those moments when you hear angels singing hallelujah and beams of light stream down right over the place where you're standing.  I smiled broadly, gathered it up and headed for the cash register.  As the cashier was ringing up my purchase, I reached into my pocket to get my money.  But my pocket was empty!  I began to scramble around searching every pocket when I realized I had left my wallet at home.  This was my last chance to get my mom a gift since the mall would be closing in ten minutes and it was Christmas Eve.  It would take me twenty minutes to skate home and back.  That's when I started to panic.  Now what do I do? I silently asked myself.
     So I did the only thing I could think of at that moment: I ran outside the store and started to beg people for money.  Some looked at me like I was crazy; others just ignored me.  Finally, giving up, I slumped down on a cold bench feeling totally defeated.  I really had no idea what to do next.  With my head hanging down, I noticed that one of my shoes was untied.  Great, I thought.  All I'd need now is to trip over my shoelace and break my neck.  That'd be the perfect ending to this useless trip.
     I reached down to tie my shoe when I spotted a brown wallet lying next to the front leg of the bench.  I wondered if it could be the wallet that the man in the black coat had lost.  I opened it and read the name on the driver's license inside.  Yep.  It was his.  Then my mouth dropped in awe when I discovered three hundred dollars inside.
     I never even questioned what I should do.  I knew that I had to do the right thing, so I found a nearby pay phone and made a collect call to the number on the gray business card.  The man answered and said that he was still in the mall.  He sounded really happy and relieved.  He asked me if I would meet him at the shoe store, which happened to be right next to the antique and glass store.  When I got there, the man was so excited that he thanked me over and over while he checked to see if his money and credit cards were still there.
     I turned to drag myself out of the mall and back home when I felt the man grab my shoulder.  Turning to face him, I let him know that I hadn't taken anything.  "I can see that," he replied.  "I don't think I've ever met a kid like you who would return all that money when he could have taken it without anybody knowing."  Then he opened up the wallet and handed me four twenty-dollar bills, thanking me again.
     In great excitement, I leaped into the air and shouted, "Yes!"  I thanked him this time and told him I had to hurry and go get my mom a present before the mall closed.  I made it to the store just as they were getting ready to lock up.  The lady was really nice about it and let me in.
     I bought the glass plate and started skating home, grateful that everything had worked out.  I found myself whistling Christmas carols as I replayed the evening over in my head.  Suddenly, it hit me.  I realized that I had been sort of a Christmas angel for the man who had lost his wallet, and that he had been the same for me when I'd forgotten mine.  Double angels! I thought.  It was another one of those moments when choirs of angels begin to sing and beams of light shine down on you.  I knew that I'd never forget this Christmas Eve for as long as I lived.
     The next morning, my mom opened my "miracle present."  The look on her face assured me that she really loved it.  Then I told her all about what happened when I was trying to get her gift.  The story made the plate even more special to her.
     Still, to this day, she keeps that green glass plate on our main shelf as a centerpiece.  It reminds her of me, of course, but it continues to remind me that amazing things can happen when you least expect them.  Especially during that magical time called Christmas.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006


        Doubting your doubts
By Dr. Robert Schuller

"There lives more faith in honest doubt, than in half the creeds," Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote in In Memoriam. I find that some people who have serious questions about the existence of God want desperately to believe. Their probing inquiry reflects thoughtful doubt.

Actually, they are far more responsible and serious in their pursuit of a commitment to God than those who blindly recite cold creeds without really daring to explore the tough questions.

Doubt can be a positive force when we learn to doubt our doubts and have faith in our faith!

It is quite apparent that the believer in God and the Bible has as strong a foundation for a rational system of belief as any doubter has for the philosophy of irreligion he has fabricated.

Faith in God will increase your moral strength, increase your days of joy, reduce your days of despair.

I've never seen a person who has been more respected as a leader in the philosophy and faith of religion than Jesus Christ.

Jesus believed in God. He believed in prayer. He believed in heaven and hell and eternal life. He believed in salvation. He believed in every single human being! He believed in possibility thinking and He believed in faith. If your doubts collide and clash with the viewpoint of Jesus Christ, it is the better part of wisdom to believe the believer and doubt the doubter. Then you are on your way to a great life.