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A walk one winter night

a walk one winter night

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Is it too early for Christmas?

Some would say Christmas lives inside you all throughout the year, and no one cares what time of the year it is if it helps you to rediscover the simple joy of wonder!

And mind you, Christmas is not too far away either!

Al Andrews, the director of Porter’s Call, a non-profit that comes alongside recording artists with counsel, support and encouragement, comes up with a refreshingly different Christmas devotional beautifully called A Walk One Winter Night: A Real Christmas Story. What started for Al as a simple, late night stroll to clear his head from the hassles of the season turned into something that can only be described as surreal, like the Christmas season… And the result?

A Walk One Winter Night is based on a poignant holiday experience of the author. Burnt out on the hustle, bustle, and expectations the holidays can bring, Andrews took a late night stroll and wound up rediscovering his real passion and the true meaning behind the Christmas season. This simple message will help readers rediscover the joy of wonder and what is real in the season.

A Walk One Winter Night is a book that you don’t come across too often as it helps you tell your own. It is thought-provoking, nostalgic and at the same time truly inspiring. It helps you to look deep inside of you. The characters are so real they jumped off the page and you’ll have no difficulty identifying with them.

A delightful read, refreshingly different and so beautifully titled, your Christmas season will no longer be the same once you read A Walk One Winter Night: A Real Christmas Story!

Publisher: Freeman Smith
Format: Hardcover:
Pages: 96
Release Date: September 24, 2013
List Price: $14.99
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1605875287
ISBN-13: 978-1605875286

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Al Andrews is a counselor, author, and speaker. He is the director of Porter’s Call, a non-profit offering counsel, support, and encouragement to recording artists and their families. He is founder of Improbable Philanthropy, a charity that aids children in crisis through the sale of his children’s book, The Boy, the Kite, and the Wind. To learn more about Al Andrews visit his website http://www.itsalandrews.com or follow his daily journey on Twitter @itsalandrews.

Al Andrews lives in Franklin, Tennessee with his wife Nita and their sons Hunter and Brent. He grew up in Montreat, North Carolina and attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

I can’t tell a lie

smileA little boy called Sam was playing in the yard behind his house. During his pretended fighting game, he knocked over the outhouse. Sam was worried and scared that he would get into trouble so he ran into the woods. He didn’t come out until after it was totally dark. When he arrived back home, his father was waiting for him. He asked suspiciously, “Son, did you knock over the outhouse this afternoon?”

“No, dad,” Sam lied.

“Well, let me tell you a story,” said the father. “Once, not that long ago, Lincoln received a shiny new axe from his father. Excited, he tried it out on a tree, swiftly cutting it down. But as he looked at the tree, to his horror he realized that it was his mother’s favorite cherry tree.” His father paused, and continued, “Just like you, he ran into the woods. When he returned, his father asked, ‘Abraham, did you cut down the cherry tree?’ Abraham answered, ‘Father, I cannot tell a lie. I did, indeed, chop down the tree.’ Then his father said, ‘Well, since you were honest with me, you are spared from punishment. I hope you have learned your lesson, though.’

Then Sam’s father asked again, “Did you knock down the outhouse?”

“Father, I cannot lie anymore,” said the little boy. “I did, indeed, knock down the outhouse.”

Then his father spanked him red, white, and blue. The boy whimpered, “Dad, I told you the truth! Why did you spank me?”

His father answered, “That’s because Abraham Lincoln’s father wasn’t in the tree when he chopped it down!”

Things are only meant to be used

A man was polishing his new car as his 4 year-old son was playing around. Soon, his son picked up a stone and made scratches on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child’s hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench.

The son had to be rushed to a hospital. But the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father – with painful eyes, he asked, “Dad, when will my fingers grow back?”

The man was so hurt and remained speechless. He went to the place where his car was parked and kicked it many times over. Devastated by his own action, and so full of remorse, he looked at the scratches and saw what his son had written: “LOVE YOU, DAD”.

Anger and love have no limits,
choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life…..
Things are to be used and people are to be loved,
but the problem in today’s world is that people are used and things are loved…

Be sure to keep this thought in mind:
Things are to be used and people are to be loved….

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits they become character;
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

As a father, I was shaken the first time I read this story. I look at my children and tears started rolling down my cheeks. I said a simple prayer:
Lord, teach me to tame my temper,
help me to control my anger, always,
and be not hasty like the father in this story.
Give me the wisdom to discern what’s right and wrong,
when to discipline and how far I should go.
In Jesus’ name, Amen!

I’m so glad I found this story….

In a way I think it helped me to be a better father. I believe there are many parents out there who will benefit a great deal from this story. When you are through reading this story, please take the time to share it with someone. If you don’t pass this on to anybody, nothing bad will happen; if you do, you will have ministered to someone.

A home for the jonquils

Every time I touch upon this wonderfully beautiful and truly inspiring story, I’m amazed at how much a simple story can evoke so much emotion and spur me to acts of random kindness.  I invite you to read this story with an open mind and be blessed! You may have read the story many times over in the past but it still has the power to touch and change lives. The message of the story is as relevant today as it was when first written. At the heart of the story is the message that a random act of kindness, gesture; however unlikely, can transform another life. The story was originally published in a Letter to the Editor of the Long Island Star-Journal and it was written by Maude Jennings Shaw. May God touch you as you read through it and bless you to be a channel of blessings to others…

It was a cold night. I was mentally and physically tired and felt quite depressed. Customers in the store where I work had been cross and bothersome; tempers had been sharp all day; nothing had gone right. I was glad it was six o’clock and I could go home and relax.

I stopped at the corner store for some groceries, and even the clerk felt the mood of the day. Grumpily he said, ‘Hurry up, lady, I want to go home, too.’ As I was leaving the store, I noticed a single bunch of jonquils in a bucket of water; they were huddled together as though they were lonely and cold. They seemed to say, ‘Please, lady, take us home.’ They were so beautiful, yet so misplaced. I snatched them up, paid clerk, and left

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As I walked the short distance to my home, my step was lighter and my previously dampened spirit rose.

Upon entering my dark room. I was struck with the golden brilliance of the flowers. As I tenderly placed them in a vase, I seemed to hear them say, ‘But this isn’t our home.’

I couldn’t explain the feeling, but I had a strong impulse to take the flowers to m

y shut-in neighbor across the hall. As I entered her room, the shut-in stared for a moment, then said, ‘How did you know? All day in

my memories I’ve been walking among the jonquils in the garden I had years ago.’

As I placed the flowers into her trembling hands, I had the distinct impression that their heads no

dded in approval, and, I seemed to hear their golden bells ringing out their thanks. Feeling warm and comfortable inside me, I forgot all the upsets of the day and again felt in tune with God.

Do flowers talk? Yes, they do, I heard them.

A smile for alms

A smile costs you nothing, but is worth a great deal to those who are lifted up by it. The truthfulness of this expression was taught to me by a beggar in Hyderabad. After having tea with some friends, we stepped out onto the busy road only to be confronted by a young girl in rags who was asking for alms. I was still a student then. All I had that day was Rs.50, no change and no coins to giveaway. There was no way I could have shared. As I stared at her dirty but expectant face, my frown turned into a smile and sympathetically told her I was also short of money and couldn’t spare anything for her.

The next moment she exploded into a big smile. I will never forget her face, ever. The happiness and joy that shines on her face turned her into a beautiful girl though she was covered in rags.

A young girl who was used to rebukes, scorns and anger tasted love and sympathy that day. Perhaps, the first time in her life. That day I could not give her what she asked for but unknowingly I gave her the best gift ever – a smile, sympathy and love.

Remember, what sunshine is to flowers, your smile is to others.

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Helping to cry

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once told of a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man crying, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

The source of wisdom

A simple man met a very wise man.
“Can you tell me the source of your wisdom?” he asked.
“In two words,” the wise man replied, “good choices.”
“And what is the source of the good choices?”
“In one word, experience.”
“And to what do you attribute your experience?”
“In two words,” the wise man said, “bad choices.”

The stinging scorpion

There was a man who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.

Someone nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him. But the man said, “It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?”

Don’t give up loving.
Don’t give up your goodness,
Even if people around you sting.

Let’s not give up on love. If you have love in your heart, you always have something to give. Love is the one treasure that multiplies by division. It is the one gift that grows bigger the more you take from it. It is the one business in which it pays to be an absolute spendthrift. You can give it away, throw it away, empty your pockets, shake the basket, turn the glass upside down, and tomorrow you will have more than Imageever.

When the clock stops

A clock in a jewelry store window in a small town stopped one day for half an hour, at fifteen minutes of nine. School children, noticing the time, stopped to play; people hurrying to the train, looking at the clock, began to walk
leisurely; professional men, after a look at the clock, stopped to chat a minute longer in the sunshine; and all were half an hour late because one small clock stopped. Never had these people known how much they depended upon that clock till it led them astray.

Many are thus depending upon the influence of Christians; Imageyou may think you have no influence, but you cannot go
wrong in one little act without leading others astray.

A pane of glass

ImageOne day an angel gave four men a pane of glass.

The philosopher took his and made a telescope, so he could see far into the future.

The Pharisee made a magnifying glass of his, so he could magnify the faults of those around him.

The introvert fashioned a microscope, so he could find the hidden things that lie deep within his heart.

The wise man made a mirror.

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