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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.

Nearing Home

nearing home cover

“All my life I was taught how to die as a Christian, but no one ever taught me how I ought to live in the years before I die. I wish they had because I am an old man now, and believe me, it’s not easy.”

As I read through the lines, I was almost overwhelmed with emotion. It is not easy to put pen to paper to describe the feelings that I had for him as I read Nearing Home: Life, Faith and Finishing Well by Billy Graham, twentieth century’s most famous preacher, often called “God’s Ambassador”.

In a touching narrative of his life as well as his personal experience of growing older, Billy Graham moves the reader to a point beyond description. Now in his 90s, he writes, “Growing old has been the greatest surprise of my life. I would have never guessed what God had in store for me, and I know that as I am nearing home, He will not forsake me the last mile of the way.”

Billy Graham is candid enough to admit that “old age is not for sissies” and he has made an effort to explore the challenges of aging from a personal and scriptural perspectives. The wisdoms and insights shared by Graham are likely to open the flood-gates to renewed interests in the subject of aging and care-giving.

Drawing lessons from the Bible and his own personal experiences, Graham says that old age may have its limitations and challenges, but in spite of them the sunset years can be some of the most rewarding and fulfilling period of a person’s life.

Fully aware that many older folks are dragging their lives without any hope of a better tomorrow, Billy Graham calls on all to await with great expectations the greatest triumph that is to come: experiencing victory over death that will usher all believers into the eternal presence of Lord Jesus Christ.

Nearing Home is not only a personal memoir, but also a book that teaches believers how to deal and cope with life in the latter years. There is so much to learn from this book as Billy Graham continues to teach and preach through each and every page – which will be a bit of a disappointment for many who would love to read more about him and not the message. But you can’t stop the man who has delivered the Gospel message to more people face-to-face than anyone in history, and who has ministered on every continent of the world in more than 185 countries, from preaching and teaching even in his sunset years.

Disclosure: The publisher has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book through BookSneeze®

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.”

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