Showing posts with label Spiritual Sundays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritual Sundays. Show all posts

Saturday, July 11, 2009

THE BUZZARD, THE BAT AND THE BUMBLEBEE







THE BUZZARD:
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10-12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

THE BAT:
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

THE BUMBLEBEE:
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

PEOPLE:
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem! Just look up. -Unsigned e-mail

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, but FAITH looks up!
-ANON

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find, knock, and it will be opened to you."
Matthew 7:7 NKJV

Many thanks to Charlotte and Ginger for hosting our Spiritual Sundays.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

A SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS TRIBUTE TO MOTHER'S DAY


"The Mother in her office holds the key of the soul;
and she it is who stamps the coin of character."
-anon


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My mother, who boasted of no degree,
Was tutored in philosophy:


Five buttered beans within a pod
Were generosity from God;


A broom could sweep the shadows out;
Churning put many a fear to rout;


A young pear tree in bridal veil
Was beauty's triumph over the gale;


And every star that blinked on high
Was proof that, body and breath put by,


No darkness was so vast, so deep,
But that the Shepherd would find His sheep.
-John Robert Quinn


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Christ is the Head of this house,
The unseen guest at every meal,
The silent Listener to every conversation.
-Motto


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This last poem I dedicate to my maternal
Grandmother, Anna, who passed away in 1989
as this is what she did every Thanksgiving
when my father carved the turkey.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Everyday Madonna~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When Father carved our Christmas bird
And asked us each what we preferred,
As sure as summer follows spring
Came Mother's, "Please, I'll take the wing."


We children never wondered why
She did not sometimes take a thigh,
Or choose a drumstick or a breast,
We thought she liked a wing the best.


She said it with such easy voice,
It seemed so certainly her choice...
I was a man before I knew
Why mothers do the things they do.
-Richard Armour