March 31, 2008
Hey Passengers, read a newspaper or listen to the news today and you’re certain to hear of some major economic failure or calamity.
Regardless of where you live in our country today there is more than enough news, that if you let it influence your thinking, will lead you to the idea that we’re in for a lot of doom and gloom.
In many ways it’s not any different than it was in the 1930’s when America and the world was feeling the worst effects of the Great Depression. In fact, I’ll bet you could probably switch out a lot of the big headlines of today with those of yesteryear and they’d probably fit.
When Franklin Delano Roosevelt came to office as President of the U.S. during that time, his inaugural address included some of the most famous words of all time, “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
Be encouraged this week, take one day at a time..and don’t forget…You were not given (by God) a spirit of fear…
Lastly, as you start your week off, I want to make sure I share again something with you in case you missed this last Monday: CLICK
ALL ABOARD! The LiFeTrain!
March 28, 2008
How could you leave standing…Alone N a World Sew Kold
March 27, 2008
Hey Passengers, if you’ve ever worked for a boss that reacts before getting the facts and thinking things through, you’ll love this…
A large company, feeling it was time for a shakeup, hired a new CEO. The new boss was determined to rid the company of all slackers. On a tour of the facilities, the CEO noticed a guy leaning on a wall. The room was full of workers and he wanted to let them know that he meant business.
He walked up to the guy leaning against the wall and asked, “How much money do you make a week?”
A little surprised, the young man looked at him and replied, “I make $400 a week. Why?”
The CEO then handed the guy $1,600 in cash and screamed, “Here’s four weeks’ pay. Now GET OUT and don’t come back!”
Feeling pretty good about himself the CEO looked around the room and asked, Does anyone want to tell me what that goof-ball did around here?”
From across the room came a voice, “Pizza delivery guy from Dominos”
March 25, 2008
Hey, grab a cup of [your favorite beverage]. I want to take a coffee break and share something with you.
Believe it or not, I am a big self-helper. Whenever Iâ€™m faced with a problem I donâ€™t have an immediate solution to, the first thing I do is locate a book on the subject. I’ve dealt with some very negative issues over the years that I know had it not been for Christ in my life… who knows. Sometimes, for no reason at all, things Iâ€™d thought I was totally over suddenly pop back into my life, sparking a host of negative feelings I was convinced Iâ€™d dealt with many moons ago. So, I went looking for a book that could tell me how to process those emotions. A Google search pointed me to Sidney B. and Suzanne Simonâ€™s, Forgiveness.
This book attempts to clear a path through the many difficult emotions and behaviors that prevent individuals from fogiving those who have hurt them. The Simonsâ€™ ask and answer the questions of what forgiveness actually is and what it isnâ€™t. They look at how anger in the forms of denial, self-blame, victimhood, and indignation can be dealt with and released. The writing is straight forward, all terms and concepts clearly defined.
Of course, the real test of a self-help book is whether it actually helps. I can say with total confidence, yes, Forgiveness helps. Peppered with lengthy writing exercises designed to help the reader clarify his or her own feelings, this book offers insight to those willing and ready to work for it. I finished this book two weeks ago and am still in the process of working through the writing exercises. They are forcing me to examine my feeling regarding long discarded relationships and my own negative and destructive ways of dealing with hurt. The Simons have presented a set of tools anyone can use to find their own way to forgiveness for a fraction of a fraction of the cost of therapy. I would say this volume is a must have for any avid self-helper.
So, this is the LiFeTrain “Book of the Month”. Hope you find it a good read.
Failure is an event, not a person. Yesterday ended last night.Â â€“ Zig Ziglar
March 23, 2008
Death could not contain the One who poured Himself out in Love. The light floods the once dark cave and now fills the entire world with hope. Love has triumphed over death and heavens gates have been opened wide.
â€œOn the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning, while it was still dark, and saw the stone removed from the tomb.â€ John 20 1-2
The tomb is empty! The Warrior of Love has conquered!
Please come by the Church this morning to hear the good news of Jesus, our Lord and saviour. Join us for service today.
Thank you God for your son, and thank you Jesus for your obedience to your father, the great I AM, his will!
The Deacon (Deacon Dan) and I hope to see you there!Â Â CLICK
March 21, 2008
Today there is NOTHING I could communicate more than the following.Â So my fellow passengers, I keep it quick and simple.
March 20, 2008
There is a huge part of me that is really, truly, uneasy with writing about the subject of miracles. Itâ€™s not that Iâ€™m uncomfortable discussing religion, prayers, or the subject of God. But for a child raised in a quietly church going household, miracles were the stuff of the Easter sermon or old time religious revival tents with a laying-on of hands.
In my limited childhood experience, the people who threw that term around liberally were the send me a love offering for this prayer rock Sunday morning cable ministers, many of whom were later snared in the skeins of their own sins.
Sort of like the words â€œawesomeâ€ or â€œunique,â€ the word miracle I think is often overused. We seem to slip it into everyday sentences and conversation. â€œIt was a miracle I found you in that crowd,â€ or â€œIt was a miracle shot as the clock ran out.â€
As cheap a verbal currency as the â€œMâ€ word has become, I know from experience that there are real miracles at work in life. In talking with others whose lives have been changed by something miraculous, I have come to realize that there exists a kind of â€œMiracle Club,â€ swollen with members.
I went to bed one night last summer at the lowest point in my life. My leg swollen with the MRSA infection, knowing not knowing if I would live or at best just lose my leg.
I prayed â€œItâ€™s in your hands God.â€
When I think about the definition of a miracle, I will always remember that moment in freeze frame as over the next few days of prayer, I watched as my leg healed and my body recovered slowly, little by little each day. Folks, I am only giving the short version here. It was really gory and painful, but the miracle, from God, occurred. I think honestly that miracles are things that defy explanation. â€œThere is no physical reason why my leg should have healed up like it did. Most people I have read about died with my condition.
Now that Iâ€™m officially a member of the Miracle Club, I am more keenly attuned to the stories of others, stories I might have written off before. Share your miracle, join the club.
Just the sheer possibility of one of these â€œmoments of graceâ€ sustains us. This kind of hope is a powerful human emotion. Imagine if we lived in a perfect world where there was no need for answered prayers, for the blessed goodness of forgiveness washing over us, or the satisfying feeling of working to earn something desired.
For many living with daily pain and illness, the thought that a miracle might in fact happen keeps them moving forward. I hope that when my time here on the train has come, I will have in some way educated those who knew me, about the power of life, grace, the generosity of spirit, compassion and endurance. I hope you guys can say…He made all of us who met him better people individually and collectively than we might otherwise have been.
The longer I live and the more I see of life, warts and all, the less I believe that most of us are truly visited with the big miracles, the giant waking-up-from-the-coma moments, the leg braces hurled across the room.
But we all need to trust in the possibility. I think of it kind of like the lottery ticket system â€” millions buy a ticket but only one person is the winner. Yet each of us holding a set of numbers believes we could hit the jackpot.
But even if we donâ€™t hold the winning number, we need to be open to feeling the power of a life made up of many little white-light moments. These moments of grace, as I think of them, are as real and as powerful as the headliners.
In my life, what that big miracle did more than anything was to open the aperture inside of me to witness the presence of everyday blessings. I see them in the gift of a healthy newborn baby, a clean mammogram scan, or a heartfelt conversation with an elderly parent. People talk a lot about living in the moment, but to do that, to really focus on it, is to be able to fully participate in all the tiny little miracles that make up our lives. I give it all my focus when I wake up in the morning and stroke the last three remaining strands of my hair. It is one of lifeâ€™s small gifts to be able to wake without pain, to walk without fears for just a day. It is truly miraculous to sit and watch the sunrise and set, or study the perfection of a colorful blossom. I count my blessings.
All Aboard! “The LiFeTrain!”
Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequence of any misfortune.