Golden Rules

Golden Rules are  not always easy to live by but nevertheless I mightily recommend them:-

Forget each kindness that you do as soon as you have done it;
Forget the praise that falls to you the moment you have won it;
Forget the slander that you hear before you can repeat it;
Forget each slight, each spite, each sneer, wherever you may meet it.

Remember good deeds done to you, whatever be their measure;
Remember praise by others won and pass it on with pleasure;
Remember every promise made and keep it to the letter;
Remember those who lend you aid and be a grateful debtor.
If you apply these Golden Rules to your own life you’ll have a wonder-full life!

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

God Did Make Good Mothers!

Today is Mothering Sunday here in the UK and I thought that this little story was most appropriate.

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“May I go now?” the almost completed, eager mother asked.

“Not yet. There are essential parts and finishing touches to be added,” her Maker replied.

“I look pretty good to me,” she said, peering into the crystal pool at her feet.

“True, you’re looking better all the time. But bear with me.”

“What does a mother have to do, God, besides wash, feed, and clothe little bodies?”

God only smiled and continued working.

“What are you doing now?” the curious mother-to-be questioned.

“Tightening your anger valve. If this doesn’t work, everyone is in trouble.”

She watched as He reached for the container marked patience.

“And what do I need patience for?” she asked as He poured in quite a supply.

“After a week you will know, my child.”

“And whatever could that be?”

“This is your bypass mechanism. It enables a mother to operate efficiently for long periods of time without compliments from her children.”

“I’m sure I won’t need that.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Then God reached for a bundle labeled insulation against loud noises.

“You can skip that,” she told him. “I don’t mind a little noise.”

“That’s nice,” He said.

Seeing all the energy He was preparing to give her, she shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.

“I wouldn’t need all that energy in a million years.”

“Little you know. You will use all of this and be begging for more before long.”

“I didn’t know there was so much involved in being a mother. You’re not just putting me on, are you?”

“No, little mother.”

With much apprehension, “Are you sure I can handle the job?”

“Quite sure…with help. I’m always available when you need me.”

“I’m glad to know that. What could I possible need all these for?”

“A certain amount of pain, so that you will be fully equipped to sympathize with and minister to the needs of your children when they feel pain; tears, so that you will be able to cry with them when they are hurt; and laughter to blend with theirs for happy times.”

The mother-in-waiting fidgeted while God attached yes and no buttons.

“Wouldn’t it be nicer just to say yes to my children all the time?”

“Definitely not. Good mothers need to say no–and often. Say it with kindness and they will respect you for it.”

“Have you equipped me with this thing called kindness, Lord?”

“I have indeed.”

“And what about respect?

Do I have to respect my children?”

“Absolutely.”

The anxious mother tried to be patient as God installed a question answerer, advice giver, get along without sleep, and a pretender not to notice.

“I know I wouldn’t use one of those!” she said, as God came toward her with a let-go lever.

“Sure you will, though it’s hard. This is a vital piece of equipment. Until this little lever is released, your children will not have room to grow properly, make their own decisions, or develop their own personalities.”

“I guess that is important.”

God stood back a few steps to appraise His work, then reached for a coat of love and wrapped it around her.

“Wear this at all times and you’ll be a good mother.”

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

The Meaning of the 23rd Psalm

The Lord is my Shepherd – that’s relationship.

I shall not want – that’s supply.

He makes me lie down in green pastures – that’s rest.

He leads me beside the still waters – that’s refreshment.

He restores my soul – that’s healing.

He leads me in the paths of righteousness – that’s guidance.

For his name’s sake – that’s purpose.

Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death – that’s testing

I will fear no evil – that’s protection.

For You are with me – that’s faithfulness.

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me – that’s discipline.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies – that’s hope.

You anoint my head with oil – that’s consecration.

My cup runs over – that’s abundance.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life – that’s blessing.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever – that’s security!

Yours, in Christ

Geoffrey

How Do You Treat People Who You Think Can Do Nothing For You?

This is a true story:

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer office.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard & probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge .

“We’d like to see the president,” the man said.

“He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary.

“We’ll wait,” the lady replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping  that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away.

They didn’t, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.

“Maybe if you see them for a moment they’ll leave,” she said to him!

He sighed in exasperation and nodded.

Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady told him, “We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved  Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.”

The president wasn’t touched. He was shocked!

“Madam,” he said, gruffly, “we can’t put up a  statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.”

“Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly. “We don’t want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at  the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.”

For a moment the lady was silent.

The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all it cost to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own? ”

Her husband nodded. The president’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.

Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, travelling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing for them.

“People will forget what you said; People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

 

Twin Consciousness

Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived.

Weeks passed and the twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy: “Isn’t it great that we were conceived? Isn’t it great to be alive?”

Together the twins explored their worlds. When they found their mother’s cord that gave them life, they sang for joy! “How great our mother’s love is, that she shares her own life with us!”

As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing. “What does it mean?” one asked.
“It means our stay in this world is drawing to an end,” said the other. “But I don’t want to go,” said one. “I want to stay here always.”
“We have no choice,” said the other. “But maybe there is life after birth.”

“But how can there be” responded one. “We will shed our life cord and how can life be possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them has returned to tell us that there is life after birth. No, this is the end. Maybe there is no mother after all.”

“But there has to be,” protested the other. “How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?”

“Have you ever seen our mother?” said one.

“Maybe she lives only in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good.”

So the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear.

Finally, the moment of birth arrived. When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their eyes and cried for joy–FOR WHAT THEY SAW EXCEEDED THEIR FONDEST DREAMS.

That is birth…and that is death…

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

 

John Wesley – The Movie

This morning I have had a very enlightening time through watching a movie about the life of John Wesley.

Very interesting and educational.

If you’d like to take a look you’ll be able to view the film by going to:-


I personally found the film absolutely fascinating. It has my highest recommendation.

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

 

 

 

The Rich Man Gave Jesus his House and it Changed his Life!

Once there was this very wealthy young man. He lived in a great, elaborate house with dozens of rooms. Each room was more comfortable and more beautiful than the one before it.

There were paintings and sculptures; crystal chandeliers; golden, ornate railings on the stairs. More beauty than most have ever seen.

One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered him the very best room in the house.

The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. “This room is yours, Jesus! Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room. Remember Jesus, it’s all yours.”

That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the door, he found that the devil had sent three of his demons to attack the man.

He quickly tried to close the door, but one of the demons kept sticking his foot in. Sometime later, after a great struggle, he managed to slam the door shut and returned to his room, totally exhausted.

“Can you believe that,” the man thought. “Jesus is upstairs in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling demons. Oh, well, maybe he just didn’t hear.” He slept fitfully that night.

The next day thing went along as normal and, being tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along about midnight, there came such a terrible ruckus at the front door that the young man was sure that whatever it was would tear the door down.

He stumbled down the stairs once again and opened the door to find that were dozens of demons now trying to get into his beautiful home.

For more than three hours he fought and struggled against the demons from hell and finally overtook them enough to shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to fail him. He really didn’t understand this at all. “Why won’t the Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? I feel so alone.” Troubled, he found his way to the sofa and fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the happenings of the last two evenings. Quietly he made his way to the elegant bedroom where he had left Jesus. “Jesus,” he called as he tapped at the door. “Lord, I don’t understand what is happening.

For the last two nights I have had to fight the demons away from my door while you laid up here sleeping. Don’t you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in the house?”

He could see the tears building in Jesus’ eyes but continued on, “I just don’t understand. I really thought that once I invited you in to live with me that you would take care of me and I gave you the best room in my house and everything. What more can I do?”

“My precious child,” Jesus spoke so softly, “I do love and care for you. I protect all that you have released into my care. But when you invited me to come here and stay, you brought me to this lovely room and you shut the door to the rest of your house. I am Lord of this room but I am not Master of this house. I have protected this room and no demon may enter here.”

“Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my house – it is yours. I am so sorry that I never offered you all to begin with. I want you to have control of everything.” With this, he flung open the bedroom door and knelt at Jesus’ feet. “Please forgive me, Lord, for being so selfish.”

Jesus smiled and told him that He had already forgiven him and that He would take care of things from now on. That night as the young man prepared for bed, he thought, “I wonder if those demons will return. I am so tired of fighting them each and every night.” But he knew that Jesus said that He would take care of things from now on.

Along about midnight the banging on the door was frightening. The young man slipped out of his room in time to see Jesus going down the stairs. He watched in awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be afraid.

Satan stood at the door this time demanding to be let in. “What do you want, Satan?” the Lord asked. The devil bowed low in the presence of the Lord, “So sorry, I seem to have gotten the wrong address.” And with that, he and the demons all ran away.

There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of you, not just a part. He will take all that you give Him but nothing more. How much of your heart have you given to the Lord? Are you keeping a portion of it away from Him?

Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more each day. Why not let the Lord fight the battles for you? He is always victorious.

God made man simple, all of man’s complexities are of his own devising.

With Many Peaceful Blessings

Geoffrey