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Archive for the month “August, 2012”

Irish philosophy of life

The following words make me feel so good each time I read them, I hope you’ll enjoy too:

In life, there are only two things to worry about, 
either you are well, or you are sick.

If you are well, there is nothing to worry about, 
but if you are sick, you have two things to worry about; 
either you will live, or you will die.

If you live, there is nothing to worry about, 
if you die, you have two things to worry about; 
either you will go to heaven or to hell.

If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about, 
but if you go to hell, 
you’ll be so busy shaking hands with your friends, 
you won’t have time to worry!

So, why worry?


The wildflowers of life

It’s a familiar story.
And yes, it’s the oldest story in the world.

One fine day, you find yourself you’re seventeen, and you are planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing someday is today. And then someday becomes yesterday. And yesterday soon becomes a story of long, long ago. And then the cycle of life ends. One soul gone, a life finished but a life unlived. This is the story of many lives.

How is your life-story unfolding? Is it being written by the hand of God? Or are you just simply pulling along?

Let me narrate an incident which happened earlier this week. I was at home scribbling notes when a knock on the door startled me as I did not expect any visitor. When I opened the door it was my high school English teacher who now must be in his late sixties. He was a bit frail, had an unkempt look and was out of sorts. I invited him to take a seat and we started on a journey which really unnerved me.

He has no biological children, but adopted four. There were no issues when he was younger and the children were small. But today, it is an altogether different situation. He has grown old, and the kids have grown up. Trust, faith, respect, love and all the good qualities that he wanted to imbide in his children were missing. In effect, he said, he was having a harrowing time, depressed and totally frustrated with life.

Sadly, this is the story of many lives and families. I don’t have answers to his problems. All I could do was listen… I selected three prized books in my library dealing with depression and life, and asked him to read it. I haven’t heard from him again, but I haven’t stopped praying for him.

Will life “unhook” you when you grow old? Are you prepared?Image

Making sense of the loose ends of life

Late last night as I was about to go to bed, my lips opened and my heart chimed to the tune of a poem/song sung/written by an unknown author which I learned long ago. “My life is but a weaving” has many versions to it but the one that I’m most familiar with was taught to us by our young teacher who was also a good soloist.

Twenty-six years of my life has flowed into the tomb of time since then but the message of the song/poem remains as fresh as the day I first heard it. We may have lost hope in the middle of our life stories, but we don’t know the endings yet. It will all make sense on the other side.

My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me
I do not choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oftimes he weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget he sees the upper
And I the underside.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

Hard toil, small results

When I was still in my teens I read a story about a sales representative who presented himself before his manager after finishing his round.

Taking the small batch of orders in his hand, the manager looked at the man and said, “And is this all you’ve done?” In reply the man looked steadily at his employer and said, “No, sir, it isn’t all I’ve done, but I’m afraid it is all I can show.”

In life and in our work for God it is often when we toil hardest that we can show the least tangible result. But if there has been the earnest endeavor and sincerity in our work and in our service to God, we may be sure that He knows all about it, and will reward us accordingly.

Results are important. But what counts more is the zeal and passion we put into the work.

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