Nearly a decade ago the office consisted of an old dusty
desk, three rattling computers, two for Jason and one for his two employees
to share, the computers maxed out with the best software on expanded
hard drives. Their best piece had been their scanner, now long retired,
but top of the line and taking up a good portion of their precious desk
space.
Time had changed things, opened up unbelievable doors of opportunity.
Today the computers were hidden away in adjoining office space, over
an expanse of three floors. This old room had been transformed into
a conference room where potential investors and clients were gladly
welcomed. Their company name was equated with advertising capability
and proficiency. Polished award plaques lined the conference room wall,
honoring great moments of brilliance and the steady, enduring hard work
his employees put in behind him.
I was then an only child who had everything I could ever
want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once
in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic.
I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together
and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked
at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were.
We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would
touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted.
When you were five months old, some things began to bother
Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd -- almost
like a kitten's. So we brought you to many doctors.
The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said
you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced kree-do-sha) syndrome, 'cry of
the cat' in French. When I asked what that
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I just had to write to tell you how much I love you and care for you.
Yesterday, I saw you walking and laughing with your friends; I hoped that
soon you'd want Me to walk along with you, too. So, I painted you a sunset
to close your day and whispered a cool breeze to refresh you. I waited;
you never called. I just kept on loving you.
As I watched you fall asleep last night, I wanted so much to touch you.
I sp
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When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved
the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor
turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had
been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was
only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school
one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing
that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.
He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy ... called
me a freak."
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with
his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that.
He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might
mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a
kindness in her he
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A man had a little daughter -- an only and much-beloved child. He lived
for her -- she was his life. So when shem became ill and her illness resisted
the efforts of them best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed,
moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health. His
best efforts proved unavailing and the child died.
The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting
himself away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might
restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self. But one night
he had a dream. He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand pageant of
all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless
line past the Great White Throne.
Every white-robed angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one
child's candle was
not lighted. Then he saw that
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One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.
Ah, the beauty of God's creation is beyond description.
As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.
As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me.
Between moments of dispensing wisdom, managing things
ecclesiastic, and occasionally intervening in world affairs, it seems
that earth's religious leaders had also learned computer programming.
One day, a great contest was held to test their skills.
After days and days of fierce competition, only two leaders remained
for the last day's event: Jesus
and Mohammed. The judge described the software
application required for the final test, and gave the signal to start
writing code.
The two contestants feverishly typed away on their keyboards. Routines,
classes, applets and applications flew by on their screens at incredible
speeds. Windows, dialogs, and other intricate graphics began forming
on their monitors. The clock showed that the contest would soon
be finished. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning f
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Dear Pastor,
I know God loves everybody but He never met my sister.
Yours sincerely, Arnold. Age 8, Nashville.
Dear Pastor,
Please say in your sermon that Peter Peterson has been a good boy
all week. I am Peter Peterson.
Sincerely, Pete. Age 9, Phoenix
Dear Pastor,
My father should be a minister. Every day he gives us a sermon about
something.
Robert Anderson, age 11
Dear Pastor,
I'm sorry I can't leave more money in the plate, but my father didn't
give me a raise in my allowance. Could you have a sermon about a raise
in my allowance?
Love, Patty. Age 10, New Haven
Dear Pastor,
My mother is very religious. She goes to play bingo at church every
week even if she has a cold.
With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father
as he returned from work, "Daddy, how much do you
make an hour?"
Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said:
"Look, son, not even your mother knows that. Don't
bother me now, I'm tired."
"But Daddy, just tell me please!? How
much do you make an hour," the boy insisted.
The father finally giving up replied: " Twenty
dollars per hour."
"Okay, Daddy? Could you loan me ten dollars?"
the boy asked.
Showing restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled:
"So that was the reason you asked how much I earn,
right?? Go to sleep and don't bother me anymore
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was
not lighted. Then he saw that
