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October 30, 2014

Nothing could stop this man after suffering severe burns on his legs at the age of eight, Glenn Cunningham was given up by doctors who believed he would be a hopeless cripple destined to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. ” He will never be able to walk again,” they said, “No chance.”

The doctors examined his legs, but they had no way of looking into Glenn’s heart. He didn’t listen to the doctors and set out to walk again. Lying in bed, his skinny, red legs covered with scar tissue, Glenn vowed,” Next week, I’m going to get out of bed. I’m going to walk.” And he did just that.

His mother tells of how she used to push back the curtain and look out the windows to watch Glenn reach up and take hold of an old plow in the yard. With a hand on each handle, he began to make his gnarled and twisted legs function. And with every step of pain, he came closer to walking. Soon he began to trot; before long he was running. When he started to run, he became even more determined.

“I always believed that I could walk, and I did. now I’m going to run faster than anybody has ever run.” And did he ever.

He became a great miler who, in 1934, set the world’s record of 4’06”. He was honored as the outstanding athlete of the century at Madison Square Garden.

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October 30, 2014

Anthony Burgess was 40 when he learned that he had only one year to live. He had a brain tumor that would kill him within a year. He know he had a battle on his hands. He was completely broke at the time, and he didn’t have anything to leave behind for his wife, Lynne, soon to be a window.

Burgess had never been a professional novelist in the past, but he always knew the potential was inside him to be a writer. So, for the sole purpose of leaving royalties behind for his wife, he put a piece of paper into a typewriter and began writing. He had no certainty that he would even be published, but he couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“It was January of 1960,” he said, “and according to the prognosis, I had a winter and spring and summer to live through, and would die with the fall of the leaves.”

In that time Burgess wrote energetically, finishing five and a half novels before the year wad through.  Very nearly the entire lifetime output of E.M. Forster, and almost twice that of J. D. Salinger.

One year to live, but Burgess did not die. His cancer had gone into remission and then disappeared altogether. In his long and full life as a novelist, best known for “A Clock-work Orange”, he wrote more than 70 books without the death sentence from cancer.

Many of us are like Anthony Burgess, hiding greatness inside, waiting for some external emergency to bring it out. Ask yourself what you’d do if you had Anthony Burgess’s original predicament. ” If I had just a year to live, how would I live differently? What exactly would I do?”

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October 28, 2014

“To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world.”

Going to church does not make you a Christian anymore than going to McDonald’s makes you a hamburger.”

“Real friends are those who, when you feel you’ve made a fool of yourself, don’t feel you’ve done a permanent job.”

A coincidence is when God performs a miracle, and decides to remain anonymous.”

“Sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side.”

“I don’t have to attend every argument I’m invited to.”

“Lead your life so you won’t be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip.”

“People gather bundles of sticks to build bridges they never cross.”

“Life is 10% of what happens to you, and 90% of how you respond to it.”

“Did it ever occur to you that nothing occurs to God?”

“Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep.”

“Learn from the mistakes of others. You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.”

“There are two things I’ve learned: There is a God. And, I’m not Him.”

“Following the path of least resistance is what makes rivers and men crooked.”

“Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God’s grace. And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the need of God’s grace.”

“When it comes time to die…make sure all you got to do is die.”

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October 28, 2008

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard…
She did not recognize them…
She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry…
Please come in and have something to eat”…
“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked.”No”, she said. “He’s out”…
“Then we cannot come in”, they replied…
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened..
Go tell them I am home and invite them in…
The woman went out and invited the men in…
“We don’t go into a house together”, they replied…
“Why is that?” she wanted to know..
One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth…
he said pointing to one of his friends…
and said pointing to another one, “He is Success and I am Love”..
Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”

The woman went in and told her husband what was said…
Her husband was overjoyed…
“How nice”, he said!!…
“Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth…
Let him come and fill our home with wealth”….
His wife disagreed…
“My dear, why don’t we invite Success”?…..
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house..
She jumped in with her own suggestion:”Would it not be better to invite Love…
Our home will be filled with love”…
“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife…
“Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love?
Please come in and be our guest.”
Love got up and started walking toward the house..
The other 2 also got up and followed him…
Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success:
“I only invited Love, why are you coming in?”
The old men replied together:
“If you had invited Wealth or Success the other two of us would’ve stayed out..
but since you invited Love, wherever he goes, we go with him..
Wherever there is Love there is also wealth and success!!!!!!

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October 27, 2007

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People were filling the church to its fullest capacity! As they entered, each were given a bulletin filled with announcements, topic of today’s sermon, what songs they would sing and who to pray for.

At the end of the line stood an older man. His clothes were filthy and you could tell that he had not bathed in days. His face was covered in whiskers where he had not shaved for a very long time. When he reached the usher, he removed his tattered old brown hat in respect. His hair was a long, dirty, tangled mess. He had no shoes on his feet, and wore only soiled, black socks.

The usher put his fingers to his nose and glared at the old man and said, “Uh,I’m sorry sir, but I’m afraid we can’t let you in. You will distract the congregation and we don’t allow anyone to disrupt our service. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”

The old man looked down at himself and with a puzzled look on his face, he placed his old brown hat back upon his head and turned to leave. He was sad as he loved to hear the choir sing praises to the Lord. He loved to watch the little children get up in front of the church to sing their little songs. He carried in his pocket a small worn out Bible and loved to see if the minister preached a passage from the Bible that the old man had underlined.

He was respectful enough and didn’t want to cause any commotion, so he hung down his head and walked back down the steps of the big brick church. He sat down on the brick wall near the edge of the church yard and strained to listen through closed doors and windows to the singing going on in the church. Oh how he wished he could be inside with all the others.

A few minutes had passed by when all of a sudden a younger man came up behind him and sat down near him. He asked the old man what he was doing. He answered, “I was going to go to church today, but they thought I was filthy and my clothes are old and worn, and they were afraid I would disrupt their service. Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is George.”

The two gentlemen shook hands and George couldn’t help but notice that this man had long hair like his. He wore a piece of cloth draped over his body tied with a royal purple sash. He had sandals upon his feet, now covered with dust and dirt.

The stranger reached out to touch George’s shoulder and said, “Hello, George, don’t feel bad because they won’t let you in. My name is Jesus, and I’ve been trying to get into this same church for years, and they won’t let me in either.”

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October 25, 2004

I once had an alarm clock. It sounded crisp, clear and consistent every morning at 5 am from Monday’s to Fridays, an hour later on Saturdays and an hour earlier on Sundays. My alarm clock contrary to the modern alarm clock’s beep, buzz or ring is not as noisy. My alarm clock is my mother. She does not sound like that of the lifeless, robotic, catatonic hotel’s concierge “Good morning, this is your wake up call.” Nor was she like that of my aunt’s wake up shouts that could wake even the dead. Her alarm went like “Nicnic, Sandro, Hazel, Peter, Carin. If it will rain arrows today, you would all be dead! If it will rain money, you’d still be dead as you won’t be able to dodge the sack of coins that could possibly hit your head.”

At these words, 5 kids scrambled out of bed, competed for the single bathroom of the family, hurriedly ate breakfast before rushing to school. At that early age, my mother taught me that I could either join the mob of having to be the first to be using the single bathroom and squabble over who finished last in eating as the last one gets to wash the dishes, dry it and store it in the cupboard or I could get up earlier than usual and get things done with enough time to ready myself for another day, another excitement, another madness if not another step to things I that want to accomplish.

Alarm clocks are designed to remind us what we are about to do, what had we planned for the morrow. We used it to signal ourselves that we are to endeavor new things in life and as we plan for it, we include ensuring setting the alarm to when would we want things to be. Even Plato in 428 BC had a water alarm clock to signal the beginning of his lectures at dawn.

What is your alarm clock? Have you used it today?

I knew of a certain friend who uses 3 alarm clocks in a single event, just to be sure. As the alarm rings, she simply turns it off and sleeps again. On the 2nd ring, took it again and sleeps again. Even to the 3rd alarm clock. Why set it in the first place? Alarm clocks were to alarm us but need we be alarmed?

My mother’s daily chime about the arrows and the sacks of coin was with me when I left home and was on my own during college. Its absence did not hinder me because as far as I could remember, I always awoke earlier than that of my alarm clock. I had set my alarm clock one month before graduating college by sending my resume to various companies. Luckily, I was accepted by the current company that I worked for.

Visiting my parents’ home one time, I expected to hear my alarm chime but there was none. No wonder I woke late on that day. By being the alarm clock, I was taught of its use. I exclaimed “Ma, all these years, I had caught the arrows you spoke of and some sacks too. Thank you for teaching me discipline.”

Definitely, my alarm clock worked. Had your alarm clock worked for you? Or are you worked-up by your alarm clock? Go ahead set your alarm clocks. When it rings, snoozes or buzz, get up as it signals you are to accomplish something and that this something is what you look forward to.

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October 23, 2003

Philosophical Discussion of Christianity (Excellent!) This is a fictional discussion between a philosophy teacher and two of his Christian students…

“LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with Jesus Christ.” The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

“You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So you believe in God?”

“Absolutely.”

“Is God good?”

“Sure! God’s good.”

“Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?”

“Yes.”

“Are you good or evil?”

“The Bible says I’m evil.”

The professor grins knowingly. “Ahh! THE BIBLE!” He considers for a moment. “Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? “Would you try?” “Yes sir, I would.” “So you’re good…!” “I wouldn’t say that.” “Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could… in fact most of us would if we could…God doesn’t.” [No answer.] “He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?” [No answer] The elderly man is sympathetic. “No, you can’t, can you?” He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones. “Let’s start again, young fella.”

“Is God good?”

“Er… Yes.”

“Is Satan good?”

“No.”

“Where does Satan come from?”

The student falters. “From… God…”

“That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he?”

The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen.” He turns back to the Christian. “Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?” “Yes, sir.” “Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? Did God make everything?” “Yes.” “Who created evil? [No answer] “Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the terrible things – do they exist in this world? ” The student squirms on his feet. “Yes.” “Who created them? ” [No answer] The professor suddenly shouts at his student. “WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!” The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Christian’s face. In a still small voice: “God created all evil, didn’t He, son?” [No answer]

The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized. “Tell me,” he continues, “How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?” The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world. “All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn’t it, young man?” [No answer] “Don’t you see it all over the place? Huh?” Pause. “Don’t you?” The professor leans into the student’s face again and whispers, “Is God good?” [No answer] “Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?” The student’s voice betrays him and cracks. “Yes, professor. I do.”

The old man shakes his head sadly. “Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you seen Jesus?”

“No, sir. I’ve never seen Him.”

“Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?”

“No, sir. I have not.”

“Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus…in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?”

[No answer]

“Answer me, please.”

“No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.”

“You’re AFRAID… you haven’t?”

“No, sir.”

“Yet you still believe in him?”

“…yes…”

“That takes FAITH!”

The professor smiles sagely at the underling. “According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?” [The student doesn't answer] “Sit down, please.”

The Christian sits…Defeated.

Another Christian raises his hand. “Professor, may I address the class?”

The professor turns and smiles. “Ah, another Christian in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering.” The Christian looks around the room. “Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I’ve got a question for you.

Is there such thing as heat?”

“Yes,” the professor replies. “There’s heat.”

“Is there such a thing as cold?”

“Yes, son, there’s cold too.”

“No, sir, there isn’t.”

The professor’s grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold. The second Christian continues. “You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.”

Silence.

A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.

“Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?”

“That’s a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn’t darkness?

What are you getting at…?”

“So you say there is such a thing as darkness?”

“Yes…”

“You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word.

In reality, Darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you…give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?” Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him. This will indeed be a good semester. “Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?” “Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error….” The professor goes toxic.

“Flawed…? How dare you…!”

“Sir, may I explain what I mean?”

The class is all ears. “Explain… oh, explain…” The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue. “You are working on the premise of duality,” the Christian explains. “That for example there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them.

To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it.”

The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbor who has been reading it. “Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?” “Of course there is, now look…” “Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of morality. Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?” The Christian pauses. “Isn’t evil the absence of good?”

The professor’s face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless. The Christian continues. “If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing?

The Bible tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free will, choose good over evil.” The professor bridles. “As a philosophical scientist, I don’t view this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable.” “I would have thought that the absence of God’s moral code in this world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going,” the Christian replies. “Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week!

Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?” “If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.” “Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?” The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare. “Professor, since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a priest?”

“I’ll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?” the professor hisses.

“So you don’t accept God’s moral code to do what is righteous?”

“I believe in what is – that’s science!”

“Ahh! SCIENCE!” the student’s face splits into a grin. “Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed…”

“SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?” the professor splutters. The class is in uproar. The Christian remains standing until the commotion has subsided.

“To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I give you an example of what I mean?” The professor wisely keeps silent.

The Christian looks around the room. “Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain?” The class breaks out in laughter. The Christian points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor. “Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain… felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain?” No one appears to have done so. The Christian shakes his head sadly. “It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor’s brain whatsoever.

Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I ..DECLARE that the professor has no brain.” The class is in chaos. The Christian sits… Because that is what a chair is for….

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