Daily Archives April 21, 2015


He sits by himself at a table for two.

The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, ?Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?? The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o?clock — almost half an hour.

?No, thank you,? the man smiles. ?I?ll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee??

?Certainly, sir.?

The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sports coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved...

Shake It Off and Step Up

A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer\’s well. The farmer heard the mule \’braying\’ — or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer felt sorry for the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened and asked them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.

Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him...

Jack\’s Lily

A barking dog in the distance brought Jack out of his sleep and back into consciousness. He lay in the prison cell and curses the emptiness, the loneliness, the blackness around him. Morning was about to dawn, ushering in the anniversary of Lily\’s first visit. Lily had been all that mattered to him in the world. From the day when she was born, she was fragile and sweet like the morning breeze blowing through the filed of lilies. No other name would have done her justice. But Lily never had a chance. When she was two, her mother walked out, announcing that she did not want to be tied down to a crippled child.

Jack wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Hatred and self pity overcame him out of the depth of his conscience...

God said…I said

GOD SAID: Nice touch.

I SAID: Thanks. But…what are we talking about?

That WWJD bracelet you\’re wearing.

Oh, Yeah. I\’ve got five.

I know. You can match \’em with just about anything in your closet can\’t you?

Yeah. Cool, huh?

You\’ve got a pretty good collection.


Too bad it\’s not more.

Well I\’ll get a few more-eventually. After all they do cost.

No, I\’m not talking about adding more bracelets to your collection. But you\’re right-there is a cost involved.

Uh oh. I\’ve got a feeling we\’re not on the same page, are we, God?


Look, I\’m kind of in a hurry, Lord. So if You have something to say, could you just say it?

I already have.

Guess I didn\’t catch it.

Let\’s go through it again okay? Check out 1 John 2:4-5.

Uh. All right. Gimmie a sec.

It\’s un...

Flowers on the Bus

We were a very motley crowd of people who took the bus every day that summer 33 years ago. During the early morning ride from the suburb, we sat drowsily with our collars up to our ears, a cheerless and taciturn bunch.

One of the passengers was a small grey man who took the bus to the centre for senior citizens every morning. He walked with a stoop and a sad look on his face when he, with some difficulty, boarded the bus and sat down alone behind the driver. No one ever paid very much attention to him.

Then one July morning he said good morning to the driver and smiled short-sightedly down through the bus before he sat down. The driver nodded guardedly. The rest of us were silent.

The next day, the old man boarded the bus energetically, smiled and said in a loud voice: \”And a very good...