"Whatever God has promised gets stamped with the Yes of Jesus. In Jesus, this is what we preach and pray, the great Amen, God's Yes and our Yes together, gloriously evident. God affirms us, making us a sure thing in Christ, putting God's Yes within us." - II Corinthians 1: 20-21
The difference between Winners and Whiners is:
The Whiner says, “I don’t know, and I’m sure nobody else knows either.” The Winner says, “Let’s find out.”
When a Whiner makes a mistake, s/he says, It wasn’t my fault.” When a Winner makes a mistake, s/he says, “I’m responsible, and I’m going to see what can be done to set things right.”
A Winner says, “There ought to be a better way to do it.” A Whiner says, “That’s the way it’s always been done. Why change?”
A Winner says, “I could be a lot better, and I’m going to try to improve.” The Whiner says, “I’m not as bad as a lot of other people.”
(by Sydney Harris)
Forgiveness and Grace
Not long after Appomattox, Robert E. Lee was at Sunday worship in the conquered Confederate capital (Richmond) --at St. Paul's Church, where a list of communicants read like a 'Who's Who' of the Confederacy. As the invitation was issued to communion, a black man strode directly to the altar. When the other parishioners hung back, shockedat this breach of the racial code, Lee walked forward alone and knelt beside the man at the communion rail--to be followed soon by the rest of the congregation. (from the Lee biography by Emory M. Thomas)
It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, the former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck (death camp). He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there--the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, (my sister) Betsie's pain-blanched face.
He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. "How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein," he said. "To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!"
His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand by my side.
Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him.
I tried to smile, I struggled to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer - Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your forgiveness.
As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me.
And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself. (from The Hiding Place, by Corrie ten Boom)
THANKSGIVING
A Special "Thank You" Note
In a blinding rainstorm, the older African American woman desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car that came along.
A young white man stopped to help her--something that was generally unheard of in Alabama in the conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get the assistance she needed and even put her in a taxi cab at his own expense to get her where she finally needed to go. She seemed to be in a hurry. She wrote down his address, thanked him, and then went away in the cab.
Seven days later, there was a knock at his door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached which said:
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes but also my spirit. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to get to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and for unselfishly serving others." Mrs. Nat King Cole
"If the only prayer you say in your whole life is 'thank you,' that would be sufficient."
Meister Eckhart
14th century Christian mystic
It has seemed to me fit and proper that our bounties should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and voice, by the whole American people. I do, therefore, invite my fellow citizens to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next as a day of Thanksgiving and prayer to our beneficent Father, who dwelleth in heavens; and I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him, for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners, or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the imposition of the Almighty hand to heal the wounds of the nation, and to restore it, as soon as may be consistent with Divine purposes, to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility, and union.
Satisfaction in Life
Fuller Seminary President Richard Mouw tells the story of being in a luxury box at the Rose Bowl prior to the Rolling Stones Voodoo tour concert. Mick Jagger entered the box, greeted the group and was introduced to President Mouw. Aproximately eighty thousand people were already singing to the preconcert (recorded) music, "I can't get no satisfaction!" Jagger pointed to the crowd below and said to Mouw, "Eighty thousand people worship voodoo and the Rollig Stones. What do you say to that?"
Mouw noted the background music and replied, "Jesus Christ can give you satisfaction in life!"
Being in love
"To love a thing is to see a thing as existing in its own right--to go out to its existence. And to go out to a thing in this way when it is a living thing, and particularly when it is a living person, is fundamentally to have pity for it.... For the insight into its existence which makes us rejoice in its existence is at the same time an insight into its suffering, its defencelessness, its profound vulnerability." Iris Murdoch