Topic(s): Christian Life, Children, Pain & Suffering

When our only son was a small boy, he spent some time in the hospital and was diagnosed with Kawasaki’s Disease. This disease is so uncommon that most of the medical community at both Emory and Egleston Hospitals paraded by to witness this rare malady.

The greatest concern from the disease was long-term damage to his heart with future repercussions in terms of restricted activity and no athletics. Over the course of time, he was given a clean bill of health and is now a fit and athletic nineteen-year old.

I learned a great number of things during his stay in the hospital. Things like how much a grown man could love a little boy…how when a husband and wife love each other it makes any burden lighter…and, not the least of which, how fragile life really is.

As our son improved and we pulled him up and down the hospital corridors in a little red Radio Flyer wagon, we saw other children who were not so fortunate. Some had inoperable tumors and would never celebrate their fifth birthday. Some would never take a wagon ride because they lay comatose.

I’ll tell you this: if you can sneak into your child’s room at night after he’s asleep and you can lay your hand on his chest and feel the beating of his heart, then you are most blessed.

The rest is gravy!
                                                  --Randy Medlin, Montgomery, Alabama

Kid's View of Love II

Topic(s): Humor

• Concerning why lovers often hold hands: “They want to make sure their rings don’t fall off because they paid good money for them.” —Gavin, age 8
• “I’m in favor of love as long as it doesn’t happen when ‘Dinosaurs’ is on television.” —Jill, age 6
• “Love is foolish…but I still might try it sometime.”—Floyd, age 9
• “Love will find you, even if you are trying to hide from it. I been trying to hide from it since I was five, but the girls keep finding me.” —Dave, age 8

Why Go To Worship?

Topic(s): Church, Christian Life, Worship

A churchgoer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every week. “I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I think I’m wasting my time....” This started a controversy in the “Letters to the Editor” column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

“I’ve been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this ... they all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!”

Visual Aids

Topic(s): Christian Life

I’d rather see a sermon than to hear one any day.
I’d rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.
The eye’s the better pupil, more willing than the ear.
Fine counsel is confusing but example is always clear.
The best of all the preachers are the men who live their creed.
For to see the good in action is what everybody needs.
If you let me watch you do it I can see just how it’s done.
I can see your hands in action But your tongue too fast may run.
And the sermons you deliver may be very wise and true but I’d rather get my lesson from observing what you do.
For I may misunderstand you and the high advice you give
But there is no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.
                                                                             —Edgar A. Guest
 

The Paomnnehal Pweor of the Hmuan Mnid

Topic(s): Humor

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh?