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The Good Conductor

In 1982, British author Bernard Hare was an impoverished student who was unable to pay his rent. When the police came knocking at his door, he did not reveal his presence because he was afraid that he would be evicted. However, he realized that since his mother had not been well, and he did not have a phone, perhaps the police had come to tell him to get home quickly before his mother died. He went to a public telephone, called his father, and learned that yes, his mother was dying and was expected to die that night. His father told him, “Get home, son.” He went to the railway station, but he learned that he could get only partway home that night.

Normally, he would have transferred to another train to get home, but he would miss that connection by 20 minutes. He bought the ticket anyway. Mr. Hare says, “I was a struggling student and didn’t have the money for a taxi the whole way, but I had a screwdriver in my pocket and my bunch of skeleton keys. I was so desperate to get home that I planned to nick [steal] a car in Peterborough, hitch hike, steal some money, something, anything. I just knew from my dad’s tone of voice that my mother was going to die that night, and I intended to get home if it killed me.”

The train conductor saw how upset Mr. Hare looked and asked him, “You okay?” Mr. Hare was not in a mood to talk, but the train conductor said, “You look awful. Is there anything I can do?” The train conductor added, “If there’s a problem, I’m here to help. That’s what I’m paid for.” Mr. Hare told the train conductor his story: “Look, my mum’s in hospital, dying, she won’t survive the night, I’m going to miss the connection to Leeds at Peterborough, I’m not sure how I’m going to get home. It’s tonight or never, I won’t get another chance, I’m a bit upset, I don’t really feel like talking, I’d be grateful if you’d leave me alone. Okay?”

The train conductor disappeared for a while, and then he came back and said to Mr. Hare, “Listen, when we get to Peterborough, shoot straight over to Platform One as quick as you like. The Leeds train’ll be there.” He then explained, “I’ve just radioed Peterborough. They’re going to hold the train up for you. As soon as you get on, it goes. Everyone will be complaining about how late it is, but let’s not worry about that on this occasion. You’ll get home, and that’s the main thing. Good luck and God bless.”

Mr. Hare thanked the train conductor, who told him, “If you feel the need to thank me, the next time you see someone in trouble, you help them out. That will pay me back amply. Tell them to pay you back the same way and soon the world will be a better place.”

Mr. Hare wrote in 2010, “I was at my mother’s side when she died in the early hours of the morning. Even now, I can’t think of her without remembering the Good Conductor on that late-night train to Peterborough and, to this day, I won’t hear a bad word said about British Rail. My meeting with the Good Conductor changed me from a selfish, potentially violent hedonist into a decent human being, but it took time. I’ve paid him back a thousand times since then, and I’ll keep on doing so till the day I die.” He tells other people who perhaps think that they owe him something, “You don’t owe me nothing. Nothing at all. And if you think you do, I’d give you the same advice the Good Conductor gave me. Pass it down the line.” – (The Kindest People Who Do Good Deeds – Vol 7)

Lessons from the traveling preacher

69044b25aae8e4bf1e8d5a6b438dce27A traveling preacher finds himself in a tremendous rainstorm. Within a few hours the hotel he is staying in is flooded. As the water rises, the preacher climbs to the roof and starts praying. “Lord, save me so I can continue on my mission of preaching your gospel.”

Just then, a coast guard rescue party floats by in a rowboat. “Let’s go mister, into the boat!”

“I’ll stay here,” says the preacher. “The Lord will save me.”

An hour later a second boat reaches the scene and the water is close to the roof of the hotel. “Sir, you better get in the water is still rising.”

“No thanks. The Lord will be my salvation.”

Toward evening, the hotel is almost completely under water and the preacher is clinging to the satellite dish on the roof. A helicopter is spotted and on a loudspeaker is heard: “Sir, grab on to the line and we will pull you up. This is your last chance.”

“I’m all right,’ says the preacher, “I know the Lord will provide sanctuary.”

As the helicopter departs, the satellite dish is hit by lightning and the preacher is killed.

When he arrives at the Pearly Gates he is furious. “What happened?” he shouts. “I thought the Lord would provide!?”

Moments later a thunderous voice is heard: “Give me a break. I sent you two boats and a chopper!”

It is important to recognize things for what they are…

The Storms of Life

A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that day was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child’s school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and with each the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.

When the mother’s car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and called to her, “What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?” The child answered,” I am trying to look pretty. God keeps taking my picture.”

May God bless you today as you face the storms that come your way!

God said….

God said…

If you never felt pain,
Then how would you know that I’m a Healer?

If you never went through difficulties,
How would you know that I’m a Deliverer?

If you never had a trial,
How could you call yourself an overcomer?

If you never felt sadness,
How would you know that I’m a Comforter?

If you never made a mistake,
How would you know that I’m forgiving?

If you knew all,
How would you know that I will answer your questions?

If you never were in trouble,
How would you know that I will come to your rescue?

If you never were broken,
Then how would know that I can make you whole?

If you never had a problem,
How would you know that I can solve them?

If you never had any suffering,
Then how would you know what Jkatie49esus went through?

If you never went through the fire,
Then how would you become pure?

If I gave you all things,
How would you appreciate them?

If I never corrected you,
How would you know that I love you?

If you had all power,
Then how would you learn to depend on me?

If your life was perfect,
Then what would you need Me for?

– Unknown

Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him (James 1:12)

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 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




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.



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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