Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Two little boys


Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are extremely mischievous. They are
always getting into trouble and their parents know all

about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are
probably involved.

The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in
disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The
preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.

So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older
boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.

The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down
and asked him sternly,

"Do you know where God is, son?"

The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there
wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.

So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is
God?!"

Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice
even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "Where is
God?!"

The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove
into his closet, slamming the door behind him.

When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "what
happened?"

The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble
this time. .........................


Older brother : "Why…?"


("You just LOVE reading next line again and again")

...............................

...............................

..........................

...................

..............

.....

..

..

..

-


"GOD is missing, and they think we did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

Read more...

Monday, 23 February 2009

Foot prints in the sand

 

 


Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of Footprints in the sand: one belonging To him, and the other to the Lord.

 


When the last scene of his life flashed before him, He looked back at the footprints in the sand.

 


He noticed that many times along the path of His life there was only one set of footprints.

 

 
He also noticed that it happened at the very Lowest and saddest times in his life.

 


This really bothered him and he Questioned the Lord about it:

 


"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow You, you'd walk with me all the way.

 


But I have noticed that during the most Troublesome times in my life, There is only one set of footprints.

 


I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."

 


The Lord replied:

 


"My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never leave you.

 


During your times of trial and suffering, When you see only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you."

Read more...

Black & White

 


I was convinced that "I" was right and "he" was wrong - and he was just as convinced that "I" was wrong and "he" was right.

 

 

 

The teacher decided to teach us a very important lesson. She brought us up to the front of the class and placed him on one side of her desk and me on the other. In the middle of her desk was a large, round object. I could clearly see that it was black. She asked the boy what color the object was. "White," he answered.

 


I couldn't believe he said the object was white, when it was obviously black! Another argument started between my classmate and me, this time about the color of the object.

 


The teacher told me to go stand where the boy was standing and told him to come stand where I had been. We changed places, and now she asked me what the color of the object was. I had to answer, "White." It was an object with two differently colored sides, and from his viewpoint it was white. Only from my side was it black.

 

 

 

My teacher taught me a very important lesson learned that day: You must stand in the other person's shoes and look at the situation through their eyes in order to truly understand their perspective .

 

Read more...

  © Blogger templates Psi by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008

Back to TOP