FEATHERED FIDELITY- Michael Smith

It’s a sad reality. All relationships start with love and promise, but all too often We see them weaken, crumble and finally fail. It’s too bad all relationships don’t go to the birds. I know that sounds strange, but read on. Many years ago, when I was just a young boy, a small yellow bird Hit our front door. When I looked outside, I saw its tiny, unmoving Body on our deck. I opened the door to see if it was just stunned, Or worse, dead. I was kneeling over it when my mom joined me. “Michael, I think it may be dead. I heard the bang on the Glass. It hit pretty hard.” “Mom, should we bury it?” “I’m not sure, Michael. When I first looked out I saw another Bird land beside it. It looked like it was trying to pick this one Up. I think we should let nature take care of this. Let’s put it on The roof of the car and see what happens.” We placed the unmoving, little bird on the roof of my dad’s car And went back into the house. From our living room window we watched as the bird’s mate flew To its side, carefully grip the back of the dead bird’s neck in it’s Tiny beak, and with a strength only love and devotion could provide, Lifted its mate in the air. It carried the body from the car, across the street, over the Meadow on the other side and into nearby trees. It flew only a few Feet off the ground. Sometimes it would get up to six feet high and Then the weight of its companion would pull it lower again. Its Struggle was great, but the desire not to be parted from its mate was Greater. Thirty-five years later, I stepped out of my home on a warm Summer morning. I looked toward my next door neighbor’s — we lived In attached townhouses — and noticed a single strand of a spider’s Web strung from the bush by the corner of their townhouse to the Wheel of one of their cars. I thought it was strange for a spider to Spin such a web, especially just one tiny strand. I moved closer to investigate. When I reached down to break the Web I discovered it wasn’t a web at all. It was a piece of fishing Line. I gave it a tug and saw it was tangled in the bushes, and the Other end was knotted under the car. One of the boys was sitting on the front deck of the house. I remarked, “Looks like someone booby-trapped your friend’s car.” He came closer to see what I was talking about. I gave the line A tug. It was tightly jammed under the wheel of the vehicle. “Strange, it seems to go all the way under,” I said. I walked to the back of the car and saw a robin. It fluttered To get away, but the line, which was wrapped around its tiny leg, Held it firm. The poor bird flapped around on the pavement with only A foot of line for it to move. Slowly I approached and reached to grab it. When my fingers First touched his feathers it squawked and flapped away from me. I Moved faster on the second attempt and managed to get a grip around His trembling body. It squirmed and twisted its head to snap at me, But I held tight. The boy came closer for a look, and then went for a knife. When He returned I realized he would probably break the poor bird’s leg When the knife pulled the string tight before cutting it through, so I sent him for scissors. He came back and we carefully removed the String. The bird was free, but I held him a little longer, so I could Remove one last strand of the line from his tiny leg. It made a Great effort and escaped from my grasp. He flew low across the Pavement, under a row of mailboxes, and up into a tree. It was free again. Then I noticed a second robin fly down from a nearby tree and Land next to the newly-freed robin. It had stayed close by, as its Mate struggled for freedom, and would not have left until freedom or Death ended their relationship. The birds I witnessed mated for life and the struggles that come With it. Now don’t you wish a lot more relationships would go to the Birds? I know I do.

Remember Slow Food?

‘Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favorite Fast FoodWhen you were growing up?”We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up, I informed him.’All the food was slow.”C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?”It was a place called ‘at Home,” I explained! ‘Mom cooked every Day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the Dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I Was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was Going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the Part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.But here are some other things I would have told him about my Childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levis, never Set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had A credit card.In their later years they had something called a revolving charge Card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears& Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly Because we never had heard of soccer.I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one Speed, (slow) We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 11.It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air At midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; It came back on the air at about 6 a.m. And there was usually a Locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.I was 19 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called ‘pizza pie.’ When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese Slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned That, too. It’s still the best pizza I ever had.I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was In the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, You had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t Already using the line.Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered Newspapers–my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It Cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to Get up at 6 AM every morning.On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and toldHim to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones Who seemed to never be home on collection day.Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in The movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were Responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity Or violence or most anything offensive.If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may Want to share some of these memories with your children or GrandchildrenJust don’t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?

Rustling Raspberries

Stealing? Well, yes — I guess we WERE stealing, if you want to get all Technical about it. But in our 13-year-old brains we were Just using the raspberries as God intended them to be used. The matter of ownership never occurred to us. We just Knew that the Jordans had the best raspberries in the Neighborhood, and that their bushes were always heavy With fruit. And suddenly that summer Friday night, a Handful of freshly picked raspberries sounded good. Maybe TWO handfuls. So we Snuck into the Jordans’ backyard — which, come To think of it, should have been our first clue that we Were doing something wrong we “Snuck.” Anytime Sneaking is involved, it means you don’t want to get Caught, which usually means you shouldn’t be doing it. But we Snuck into their backyard and positioned Ourselves carefully around the bushes and started Harvesting their sweet, juicy berries. Now, I’ve got to tell you, there isn’t anything that Tastes better than vine-ripened raspberries, fresh off The bush. I probably shouldn’t admit it, but they seemTo taste even better if there is a little subterfuge Involved. And we were savoring every bite of ill-gotten Berry when all of a sudden the Jordans’ backyard Lights flicked on, and Mr. Jordan came charging Outside. “What you boys doing out here?” he shouted as my Friends scrambled off in all directions, uneaten Raspberries flying every which way. He made a valiant attempt to grab one or two as they Dashed past him, but they were too quick for the Older gentleman to catch, and within seconds the Boys disappeared into the dark of the summer Evening. All except one. Uh, that would be me. Speed was never my strength. I was tall. I was Strong. But I wasn’t very fast. Fast was for the littleQuick guys. I was all about size and power, neither of Which come into play when you’re trapped in a back Yard, your lips red with juice from a neighbors’ Precious raspberries. So I stood there, deer-in-the-headlights style, and Quickly considered my options. I could run, but I Knew perfectly well that even as old as Mr. Jordan Was, he could probably out-run me. I could lie, but I Couldn’t come up with a believable story that would Explain why I was in their backyard wearing a T-shirt stained with fresh raspberry juice. Or I could Just stand there and accept whatever punishment Would surely come my way from the Jordans and my Parents. To be honest, I didn’t like that last option, but I Didn’t really have a choice. I took the tongue-lashing That Mr. Jordan gave me as he marched me down theBlock to my house, where my mother took over andEscalated the harangue to new levels of righteous Scolding. My friends said they could hear every colorful wordShe uttered from the darkness of our back yard, Where they had gathered to celebrate their escape — And to observe my capture. They teased me about it for days afterwards, while All I could do was complain about how unfair it was That I had to pay the full price for doing the exact Same thing all of them had done without any Noticeable consequences. After about a week of this, I complained to my Father about the inequity of the situation (and inCase any of the boys are reading this no, I didn’t rat You out. I think the statute of limitations on Raspberry rustling had already elapsed). “I don’t think it’s unfair at all,” Dad said. “You took Raspberries without asking, and you got exactly the Punishment you deserved.” “But what about the other guys?” I asked. “They Didn’t get punished at all!” “That’s not my concern, nor should it be yours,” Dad said. “You can’t control what happens to otherPeople. You can only deal with what happens to you. You made a bad choice that night, and you were Punished for it. To me, that is completely fair.” Back then I thought Dad just didn’t get it. But Through the years I come to realize that, as usual, He knew what he was talking about. We didn’t come to earth with a guarantee that life Would treat us fairly. And it doesn’t. That’s why we Can’t get bogged down comparing the various Vicissitudes of our lives with the lives of others. Like Dad said, that isn’t our concern. The only thing we can actually deal with is what Happens to us. How we choose to respond to whatHappens to us is truly the standard by which the Quality of our lives will be measured.~Joseph Walker~

A Shower A Day

I always love to start the morning off with a nice, long shower. Now, I am not talking about a shower with soap, hot water, and shampoo even though I love those too. The shower that I am talking about is the kind that takes place on the inside. The shower that I am talking about is the kind that takes place in the heart, mind, and soul. It is a shower that is best taken daily, all day long, and everyday of our lives. It is a shower of love, joy, and goodness that all of us can enjoy. I always start my own shower off with a huge thank you to God. I thank God for the day, for my life, for my family, for my friends, for my pets, and for the countless blessings I am given. I give thanks for health and happiness, nature and beauty, and love and joy. Giving thanks to God always leaves me feeling good, clean, and happy inside. I don’t stop there, though. I keep my shower of delight going by seeing the good all around me. I see it in the world, in the people I know, and in my own heart, mind, and soul. I see it and choose it and welcome it into me. I take in all the goodness, love, joy, peace, happiness, and light that I possibly can. I fill myself to overflowing with all the wonderful blessings of life, because this is what I want to share with the world. You see, my shower of love, joy, goodness, and delight wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t shower it on others as well. I shower these blessings on others with every smile I smile, hug I give, helpful thing I do, kind word I say, and happy thought I write. Nothing gives me greater fulfillment than to shower these things on everyone everywhere. You too can shower your life and the lives of others with love, joy, goodness, and God. It is up to you. Just remember, though, a shower a day keeps the misery away.

Joseph J. Mazzella

The Original Warm Fuzzy Tale

Once upon a time, a long time ago there lived two very happy people called Tim and Maggi with their two children, John and Lucy.

To understand how happy they were you have to understand how things were in those days. You see, in those happy days everyone was given, at birth, a small soft Fuzzy Bag. Anytime a person reached into this bag he was able to pull out a Warm Fuzzy.

Warm Fuzzies were very much in demand because whenever somebody was given a Warm Fuzzy it made him feel warm and fuzzy all over. People who didn’t get Warm Fuzzies regularly were in danger of developing a sickness in their backs which caused them to shrivel up and die.

In those days it was very easy to get Warm Fuzzies. Anytime that somebody felt like it, he might walk up to you and say, “I’d like to have a Warm Fuzzy.” You would then reach into your bag and pull out a Fuzzy the size of a little girl’s hand.

As soon as the Fuzzy saw the light of day it would smile and blossom into a large shaggy Warm Fuzzy. You then would lay it on the person’s shoulder or head or lap and it would snuggle up and melt right against their skin and make them feel good all over.

People were always asking each other for Warm Fuzzies, and since they were always given freely, getting enough of them was never a problem.

There were always plenty to go around, and as a consequence everyone was happy and felt warm and fuzzy most of the time.

One day a bad witch became angry because everyone was so happy and no one was buying potions and salves.

The witch was very clever and devised a very wicked plan.

One beautiful morning the witch crept up to Tim while Maggi was playing with their daughter and whispered in his ear, “See here, Tim, look at all the Fuzzies that Maggi is giving to Lucy. You know, if she keeps it up, eventually she is going to run out and then there won’t be any left for you.”

Tim was astonished. He turned to the witch and said, “Do you mean to tell me that there isn’t a Warm Fuzzy in our bag every time we reach into it?” And the witch said, “No, absolutely not, and once you run out, that’s it. You don’t have any more.” With this, the witch flew away, laughing and cackling.

Tim took this to heart and began to notice every time Maggi gave up a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else. Eventually he got very worried and upset because he liked Maggi’s Warm Fuzzies very much and did not want to give them up. He certainly did not think it was right for Maggi to be spending all her Warm Fuzzies on the children and on other people.

He began to complain every time he saw Maggi giving a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else, and because Maggi liked him very much, she stopped giving Warm Fuzzies to other people as often and reserved them for him.

The children watched this and soon began to get the idea that it was wrong to give up Warm Fuzzies any time you were asked or felt like it.

They too became very careful. They would watch their parents closely, and whenever they felt that one of their parents was giving too many Fuzzies to others, they also began to object. They began to feel worried whenever they gave away too many Warm Fuzzies.

Even though they found a Warm Fuzzy every time they reached into their bag, they reached in less and less and became more and more stingy. Soon people began to notice the lack of Warm Fuzzies, and they began to feel less warm and less fuzzy. They began to shrivel up, and, occasionally, people would die from lack of Warm Fuzzies.

More and more people went to the witch to buy potions and salves even though they didn’t seem to work.

Well, the situation was getting very serious indeed. The bad witch didn’t really want the people to die (since dead people couldn’t buy salves and potions) so a new plan was devised.

Everyone was given a bag that was very similar to the Fuzzy Bag except that this one was cold while the Fuzzy Bag was warm. Inside of the witch’s bag were Cold Pricklies. These Cold Pricklies did not make people feel warm and fuzzy, but made them feel cold and prickly instead.

But they did prevent people’s bag’s from shriveling up. So, from then on, every time somebody said, “I want a Warm Fuzzy,” people who were worried about depleting their supply would say, “I can’t give you a Warm Fuzzy, but would you like a Cold Prickly?”

Sometimes, two people would walk up to each other, thinking they could get a Warm Fuzzy, but one or the other of them would change his mind and they would wind up giving each other Cold Pricklies. So while very few people were dying, a lot of people were still unhappy and feeling very Cold and Prickly.

The situation got very complicated. Warm Fuzzies, which used to be thought of as free as air, became extremely valuable. This caused people to do all sorts of things in order to obtain them.

Before the witch had appeared, people used to gather in groups of three or four or five, never caring too much who was giving Warm Fuzzies to whom. After the coming of the witch, people began to pair off to reserve all their Warm Fuzzies for each other exclusively. People who forgot themselves and gave a Fuzzy to someone else would feel guilty because they knew that their partner would probably resent the loss. People who could not find a generous partner had to buy their Fuzzies and they worked long hours to earn the money.

Another thing which happened was that some people would take Cold Pricklies…..which were limitless and freely available….. coat them white and fluffy, and pass them on as Warm Fuzzies.

These counterfeit Warm Fuzzies were really Plastic Fuzzies, and they caused additional difficulties. For instance, two people would get together and freely exchange Plastic Fuzzies, which presumably should have made them feel good, but they came away feeling bad instead. Since they thought they had been exchanging Warm Fuzzies, people grew very confused about this, never realizing that their cold, prickly feelings were really the result of the fact that they had been given a lot of Plastic Fuzzies.

So the situation was very, very dismal, and it all started because of the coming of the witch who made people believe that some day, when least expected, they might reach into their Warm Fuzzy Bag and find no more.

Not long ago, a lovely, strong woman with big hips and a happy smile came to this unhappy land. She seemed not to have heard about the witch and was not worried about running out of Warm Fuzzies. She gave them out freely, even when not asked. People called her the Hip Woman and some disapproved of her because she was giving the children the idea that they should not worry about running out of Warm Fuzzies.

The children liked her very much because they felt good around her. They, too, began to give out Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it.

The grownups became concerned and decided to pass a law to protect the children from using up their supplies of Warm Fuzzies. The law made it a criminal offense to give out Warm Fuzzies in a reckless manner, without a license.

Many children, however, seemed not to know or care, and in spite of the law they continued to give each other Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it and always when asked.

Because there were many many children…almost as many as grownups…it began to look as if maybe the children would have their way.

As of now it is hard to say what will happen. Will the forces of law and order stop the children? Are the grownups going to join with the Hip Woman and the children in taking a chance that there will always be as many Warm Fuzzies as needed?

Will Tim and Maggi, recalling the days when they were so happy and when Warm Fuzzies were unlimited, begin to give away Warm Fuzzies freely again?

The struggle spread all over the land and is probably going on right where you live. If you want to, and I hope you do, you can join by freely giving and asking for Warm Fuzzies and by being as loving and healthy as you can.

By Claudia Steiner

Think about it

To love what you do and feel that it mattersHow could anything be more fun?~ Catherine Graham

The weak can never forgive.Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.~ Mahatma Gandhi

Acceptance gives me the experience of being like an angel:Never judging, never criticizing and never worrying.~ Unknown

We would never learn to be brave and patient If there were only joy in the world.~ Helen Keller

I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, The more it begins to make sense.~ Harold S. Kushner

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt untilThey are too strong to be broken.~ Samuel Johnson

“If you wait to do everything until you’re sure it’s right,You’ll probably never do much of anything.”~ Win Borden

“What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me.”~ Helen Keller

“Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself.”~ Doris Lessing

Life is a glass given to us to fill;A busy life is filling it with as much as it can hold;A hurried life has had more poured into it than it can contain. ~ William Adams Brown

“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever The same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.”~ Unknown

Laughter is God’s sunshine. Everyone has beauty but not everyone sees it. It’s important for parents to live the same things they teach. Take time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul.

Patience is the ability to idle your motor When you feel like stripping your gears.

Love is strengthened by working through conflicts together & among all.

We take for granted the things that We should be giving thanks for.

I AM YOUR FLAG

I am the symbol of living America, The badge of it’s greatness, The emblem of it’s destiny.I am faith. It is I who keep men mindful of their Priceless heritage, life, liberty, And the right to pursue happiness. I am hope. I represent the land of promise wherein, already, man’s loftiest dreams have approached closer to realization than ever before On this earth. I am life. Each strand of my being is a memorial, Dedicated to the sacrifices of all those strong men And steadfast women who have lived and died In the nation’s service, that it might live forever. I am tolerance. So long as I shall wave, All people under my protection may freely Worship, think, write and speak, Undaunted by the shadow of fear. I am justice, tempered with mercy. For I am a friend to the oppressed And downtrodden of every land. I am a sign of the future. I wave over schools throughout the nation And in them the nation’s future is molded. I am the Flag of the United States… The last, best hope For peace on earth. Always remember that along with the picnics and fun and the time off from Work, The reason we enjoy all our freedoms. Take a few minutes to think of the men and women who died so that we may Live. Teach our young people about the individuals That gave the greatest sacrifice anyone can give, Their very lives, For those of us they would never meet And to ensure the safety of future generations. Happy Memorial Day!

Today I can…



Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful
That the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money or I can be glad
That my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me
Away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was
Growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that
Thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a
Quest to discover new relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy
Because I have a job to do.

Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my
Mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can
Feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body
And soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the
Sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What today will be like is up to
Me.

I get to choose what kind of day I will have!

~Author Unknown By Me~

AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION –

read it till the end.

*** An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. 

He asks one of his new students to stand and….. 
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Prof 
: So you believe in God? 

Student
 : Absolutely, sir. 

Prof
 : Is God good? 

Student
 : Sure. 

Prof 
: Is God all-powerful? 

Student
 : Yes. 

Prof
 : My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.  Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is  this God good then? Hmm? 

(
 Student is silent.) 

Prof
 : You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fellow. Is God good? 

Student
 : Yes. 

Prof
 : Is Satan good? 

Student
 : No. 

Prof
 : Where does Satan come from? 

Student
 : From…God… 

Prof
 : That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?  Student: Yes.   

Prof
 : Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?  Student: Yes. 

Prof
 : So who created evil? 

(
 Student does not answer.) 

Prof
 : Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? ß All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they? 

Student
 : Yes, sir. 
Prof
 : So, who created them? 

(
 Student has no answer.) 

Prof 
: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son…Have you ever seen God? 

Student
 : No, sir. 

Prof
 : Tell us if you have ever heard your God? 

Student
 : No, sir. 

Prof
 : Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have  you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter? 

Student
 : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t. 

Prof
 : Yet you still believe in Him? 

Student
 : Yes.  

Prof
 : According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student 
: Nothing. I only have my faith. 

Prof
 : Yes , Faith ! And that is the problem science has. 

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Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat? 

Prof
 : Yes. 

Student
 : And is there such a thing as cold? 

Prof 
: Yes. 

Student
 : No sir. There isn’t. 

(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of 
events.)


Student
 : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.. 

But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458  degrees below zero which is no heat, but we  can’t go any  further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is  only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.  Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. 

(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)


Student 
: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?  Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness? 

Student
 : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You  can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light….But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called darkness,  isn’t  it? In reality, darkness is n’t. If it were you would be able to make  darkness darker, wouldn’t you?  Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man? 

Student
 : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.  Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how? 

Student
 : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is  life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the  concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science  can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has  never seen, much less fully understood either one. 

To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. 

Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. 

Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? 

Prof
 : If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do. 

Student
 : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?  (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the  argument is going.) 

Student
 : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a  scientist but a preacher? 

(The class is in uproar.)


Student
 : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain? 

(The class breaks out into laughter.) 


Student
 : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one  appears to have done so. So, according to  the established  rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science  says that you have no brain, sir.  With all due respect, sir , how do we then trust your lectures, sir?   

(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face
 unfathomable.)   

Prof
 : I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son. 

Student 
: That is it sir… The link between man & god is  FAITH. That is all  that keeps things moving & alive. 

WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT STUDENT WAS

NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation…and if so…you’ll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same…won’t you? So do forward them to increase their knowledge… this is a true story, and the student was none other than: Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, the Ex- President of India.

Daily Rules


Wake Up!!
Decide to have a good day. ‘Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.’ Psalms 118:24


Dress Up!!
The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. ‘The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart.’ I Samuel 16:7

Shut Up!!Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. ‘He who guards his lips guards his soul.’ Proverbs 13:3


Stand Up!!…
For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything.. ‘Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good…’ Galatians 6:9-10


Look Up!!…
To the Lord.
‘I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me.’ Phillippians 4:13

Reach Up!!…
For something higher. ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, And He will direct your path.’
Proverbs 3:5-6


Lift Up!!…
Your Prayers.
‘Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING.’
Philippians 4:6



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