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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 Lord’s Prayer


I cannot say…..

Our” – if I live only for myself.
Father” – if I do not endeavor each day to act like his child.
Who art in heaven” – if I am laying up no treasure there.
Hallowed be thy name” – if I am not striving for holiness.
Thy Kingdom come” – if I am not doing all in my power to hasten that wonderful event.
Thy will be done” – if I am disobedient to his Word.
On earth as it is in heaven” – if I do not serve him here and now.
Give us this day our daily bread” – if I am dishonest or am seeking things by subterfuge.
Forgive us our debts” – if I harbor a grudge against anyone.
Lead us not into temptation” – if I deliberately place myself in its path.
Deliver us from evil” – if I do not put on the whole armor of God.
Thine is the kingdom” – if I do not give the King the loyalty due him from a faithful subject.
The power” – if I fear what men may do.
The glory” – if I’m seeking honor only for myself, and
Forever” – if the horizon of my life is completely bounded by time.

Where on earth is heaven?

The large crowd had dispersed except for close family friends. Dusk would soon be approaching. And the inclement weather had made it difficult to walk on the muddied pathway. It was not a nice day to bid goodbye.

The minister offered words of prayer and the casket was lowered as family members lobbed handful of soil each on top of it. Soon it rested and after a final farewell it was filled with soil.

As the family members left the cemetery, the youngest of the sisters, Robie, broke the silence, “Dad, you said Mom is going to heaven but why did we bury her?”

And pointing her little fingers towards the sky she continued, “Is not heaven up there?”

I was lost for words! How would you respond if it were you?

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