26 July 2015

posted 24 Jul 2015, 03:39 by C S Paul
26 July 2015

Quotes to Inspire

You can’t have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time. -Charles F. Kettering

The future will be better tomorrow. -Dan Quayle

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with a prophetic ray. -Lord Byron

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream. - Kahlil Gibran

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday. -John Wayne

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us. - Hal Borland

The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months! -Edward Payson Powell

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. - Mark Twain

The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. -G. K. Chesternut

Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. - Benjamin Franklin

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day. -Edith Lovejoy Pierce

We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential. - Ellen Goodman

Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn. - Delmore Schwartz

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go. -Henry Austin Dobson

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that the stuff life is made of. - Benjamin Franklin

Until you value yourself, you will not value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it. - M. Scott Peck

Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such. - Henry Miller

This only is denied even to God: the power to undo the past. - Agathon

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils. - Hector Berlioz

Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win. -Bernadette Devlin

Author Unknown
(contributed by Cherish Cherian)

Beruriah was the learned, intelligent, pious,tactful, witty and wise wife of the saintly Jewish Rabbi, Meir who lived in the second century AD. On a Sabbath day, while Rabbi Meir was teaching in the house of study, his two beloved sons died accidentally. The Sabbath is observed as a very special and precious day by all devout Jews. Beruriah did not want to grieve her husband on the Holy Sabbath day. She decided to wait till the end of the rituals of Sabbath to convey the tragic news to her husband.

She also wanted to soften his sorrow and prevent a sudden shock to him by following an 
intelligent and tactful approach. She laid the dead bodies of their sons on a couch in the upper
room of their residence and covered the still bodies with a sheet.

When the Rabbi returned from the Academy after the Sabbath, he enquired about their sons, but she hid the news tactfully till he had completed the rituals of the Jewish religious ceremony of Havdalah. It involves the use of the five senses-tasting the wine, smelling sweet spices, seeing the light of the Havdalah candle, feeling the heat of its flame, and hearing the blessings. He pronounced the prescribed Blessings and finished the customary evening meal to mark the ceremonial end of the Sabbath. She then told him calmly, “A few years ago, a
friend had given me a treasure of two precious ornaments to be kept under safe custody. I used
to appreciate the treasure and love them as if they were our own. But now the real owner of
the treasure wants it back and has come to claim his property.

Kindly advise me whether I should return them to the owner or not.” The Rabbi ruled
emphatically, “You should return the treasure without any hesitation. That is the prime
duty of one who holds a deposit.”

She then led him through the stairs to the upper room and gently removed the sheet
covering the precious bodies of their beloved children. She said, tearfully, “These are the
ornaments God gave to us in trust to keep under our safe custody. He has now taken them
back.” He expressed great grief and cried, but she reminded him of his earlier direction that one who holds a deposit should readily return it to the owner as soon as he demands it. She
quoted the following verse from the Book of Job: “The Lord gave, and now He has taken
away. May His name be praised!” {Job 1: 21}.This tactful approach reduced his grief and
he praised the wisdom of his wife which illuminated him and enabled him to withstand the
great tragedy.

Life after death is a reality. In the heaven of happiness reserved for the righteous, we will meet our loving Lord who created us to be with Him forever. It is said that when we are born, we cry and the people around us rejoice. When we die, people cry, and, if we are saved, we rejoice! Man’s way leads to a hopeless end while God’s way leads to an endless hope. Everyone is equal before death as death comes to all - great and small {Job 3: 13-19}.

The world is like a garden and every person is like a precious flower. But God, the owner of the garden, has the right to pluck the flowers of his choice. That is what happens when our dear ones die. Death is a moment of sorrow for everyone close to the dead person. In the sorrow, we may cry and complain to God why he has taken our dear ones away from us. But let us believe that one dies when he is called by God to His abode. Often the best flowers are plucked earlier.
God's hands
Author Unknown

Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.

Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy was sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."

Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligato. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was so mesmerized they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

That's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But with the hand of the Master, our life's work truly can be beautiful. Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."


Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are there helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.

Remember, God doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called. And He'll always be there to love and guide you on to great things. Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than the things you acquire.

The Park Bench

Author Unknown

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.

He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with it's petals all worn, not enough rain, or to little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need." But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. You're welcome, he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose. And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Keep your fork
Attributed to Roger William Thomas

A woman was diagnosed with a terminal illness and given three months to live. She asked her Pastor to come to her home to discuss her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at her funeral, and what scriptures she wanted read, and which outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Then she said, "One more thing... I want to be buried with a fork in my hand."

The pastor was surprised.

The woman explained, "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably say to everyone, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite time of the dinner, because I knew something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish apple pie - something wonderful. So, I want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and wonder, ' What's with the fork?' Then, I want you to tell them, ' Keep your fork, because the best is yet to come.' "

The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he bid the woman goodbye. He realized she had a better grasp of heaven than he did, and knew something better was coming.

At the funeral, when people asked him why she was holding a fork, the pastor told them of the conversation he had with the woman before she died. He said he could not stop thinking about the fork, and knew they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.

"Keep your fork. The best is yet to come."

The Star Fish

Based on the story by Loren Eisley...

I awoke early, as I often did, just before sunrise to walk by the ocean's edge and greet the new day. As I moved through the misty dawn, I focused on a faint, far away motion. I saw a youth, bending and reaching and flailing arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin.

As I approached, I sadly realized that the youth was not dancing to the bay, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the youth the purpose of the effort. "The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves," the youth replied. "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea."

As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, strectching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's plan became clear to me and I countered, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a difference."

The youth paused briefly to consider my words, bent to pick up a starfish and threw it as far as possible. Turning to me he simply said, "I made a difference to that one."

I left the boy and went home, deep in thought of what the boy had said. I returned to the beach and spent the rest of the day helping the boy throw starfish in to the sea.

It's how you see it
Author Unknown

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet.  He had a sign which read: "I am blind. Please Help."  There were only a few coins in the hat.

When a man came walking by, he took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat.  Then he took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words on the back.  He put the sign where it was, so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up.  A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. 

That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were going.  The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning?  What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.  I wrote: 'Today is a beautiful day, but I cannot see it.'"

Both signs told people the same thing... that the boy was blind.  But the first sign simply said the boy was blind.  The second sign told people they were extremely fortunate that they were not blind.  Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: 
Be thankful for what you have. 
Be creative.  Be innovative.  Think differently and positively.

When life gives you a reason to cry, show life that you have 100 reasons to smile.  Face your past without regret.  Handle your present with confidence.  Prepare for the future without fear.

Keep the faith and drop the fear... just remember God is Near!

Did you know ?

  • A queen bee lays about 1,500 eggs on an average day. 
  • A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.  
  • A rat can go without water longer than a camel can. 
  • A rattlesnake's fangs fold inward when its mouth is closed so it doesn't bite itself. 
  • A recent study indicates when men crave food, they tend to crave fat and salt. When women crave food, they tend to desire chocolate. 
  • A Red Giant(a kind of exploded star) has a lower density than any vacuum here on earth. 
  • A snail can have about 25,000 teeth.  
  • A snail can sleep for 3 years.  
  • A snail can travel over a razor blade without cutting itself. 
  • A sneeze can exceed the speed of 100 mph. 
  • A soccer ball has 32 panels.  
  • A speleologist studies caves. 
  • A Sphygmomanometer measures blood pressure.  
  • A spremologer collects trivia.  
  • A starfish can turn its stomach inside out. 

Just for Laughs

The dead donkey

A city boy, Kenny, moved to the country and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.  The next day the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry son, but I have some bad  news, the donkey died."

Kenny replied, "Well then, just give me my money back."

The farmer said, "Can't do that.  I went and spent it already."

Kenny said, "OK then, at least give me the donkey."

The farmer said, "What ya gonna do with him?"

Kenny, "I'm going to raffle him off."

Farmer, "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!"

Kenny, "Sure I can.  Watch me.  I just won't tell anybody he is dead."

A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked, "What happened with that dead donkey?"

Kenny,  "I raffled him off.  I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and
made a profit of $898."

Farmer, "Didn't anyone complain?"

Kenny, "Just the guy who won.  So I gave him his two dollars back."

Kenny grew up and eventually became the chairman of Enron.