Thursday, March 7, 2013

DISCOVERING PURPOSE



DISCOVERING PURPOSE

Winston Churchill made a very memorable observation about the nation of Russia during a 1939 radio broadcast: “It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.”  William Shakespeare wrote a similar comment about this journey that we call life.  “It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” (Macbeth, act 5, scene 5)  Unfortunately for many, all that life represents can be summed up as riddles, mysteries, enigmas, idiotic tales, furious sounds…a totality of nothing.  Such sentiments make it difficult to get out of bed in the morning, let alone to confront the unknown and potentially troublesome circumstances of each day.  Such is the perilous plight of those whose lives are devoid of purpose.

Dictionary.com defines “purpose” as “the reason for which something exists.”

Perhaps, our more momentous accomplishment prior to our ‘dirt naps’ will be the discovery of why we are here.  It is the question of our lives.  It is the underpinning of all our conscious and subconscious thoughts, it is what motivates all our decisions and actions.  Friedrich Nietzsche contended that “He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.”  I heartily agree.  It is the absence of purpose that haunts and hurts us.  To live without purpose is to live without meaning.

About a hundred years ago, a man looked at the morning newspaper and, much to his surprise and horror, he read his own name in the obituary column.  The newspaper had erroneously reported the death of the wrong person.  His first response was total shock.  He thought, “Am I still alive? Am I here or there?”  When he regained his composure, his second thought was to find out what people had said about him.  The obituary title was, “Dynamite King Dies” and it described him “the merchant of death.”  This was the public view of this man, the inventor of dynamite.  When he read those words, “merchant of death,” something stirred deep within and he asked himself an important question, “Is this how I will be remembered?”  That day, he got in touch with his deepest feelings and concerns about life and decided that this was not the way he would live or be remembered.  From that point, he started working passionately toward world peace.  His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered by the prestigious prize that bears his name, “The Nobel Prize.”  Alfred Nobel searched his heart, redefined his values, and transformed his legacy.  We can do the same.

Carefully consider this.  If you were to leave this plain-of-mortality today, how would you be remembered by your family, your friends, your neighbors, your colleagues, your co-workers, or even by your enemies?  More importantly, what ‘spiritual obituary’ would God inscribe within the Book of Life?

The discovery of your purpose is the greatest gift and glory to the Creator who endowed you with the most precious personal gift: your life.   Exactly what are you doing with that which HE initially endowed to you?

Jesus Christ taught a poignant parable about our Creator’s expected return-on-investment.  He said “the kingdom of heaven is as a man travelling into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto them his goods.” (Matthew 25:14)  This act is very significant because it is symbolic of our God-given lives and distinctive abilities.  Our Creator designed uniqueness in each of us, and so the servants in this parable were provided with differing degrees of “goods” or “talents” in accordance with their abilities: one, two, or five.  The servants who received two and five talents traded and doubled that which had been initially granted.  The servant who received one talent hid it in the ground and offered insufficient excuses for his lack of productivity at the return of his estate master.  The former were commended as “good and faithful servants.” (Matthew 25:21;23)  The latter was condemned as a “wicked and slothful servant.” (Matthew 25:26)

It is my contention that this one-talented-servant underestimated both his personal worth and the value of that which had been entrusted to him.  It seemed somewhat small in his eyes, and that is precisely how he treated it.  The result was an unfulfilled life and a calamitous ending.

What is your worth?  What is the value of the talents that have been assigned to your hands?  And what are you doing with them?  My greatest fear in life is the possibility of standing before my Creator without a meaningful response to this question or without fruit that would verify my self-assessment.  Jesus Christ issued this grave warning to all of us.  “Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.
(Matthew 25:13)  Ready or not, He is coming.  Discover your purpose…and pursue it!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS



BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS

In days gone by, two brothers, Raul and Johan, who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict.  It was their first serious rift in 35 years of farming side by side in central Germany, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a single problem occurring.

However, one autumn, their long collaboration fell apart.  It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence between the two brothers.

One morning there was a knock on Raul’s door.  He opened it to find a man holding a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work,” Angelis said.  “Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with?  Could I help you in any way?”

“Yes,” answered Raul, extremely pleased to see Angelis the carpenter, “I do have a job for you.  Look across the creek at that farm.  That’s my neighbor; in fact, it’s my younger brother, Johan’s farm.  Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us.  Well, he might have done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better.  See that pile of lumber by the barn?  I want you to build me a fence; an 8-foot fence, so I won’t need to see Johan’s place nor his face anymore!”

Angelis the carpenter said thoughtfully, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the posthole digger and I’ll be able to do a job that really pleases you.”

Raul then left for the nearby town, Erfurt, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.  The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing, and hammering.  About sunset when Raul returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.  The farmer’s eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.  There was no fence there at all.

It was a bridge…a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other.  A fine piece of work it was, handrails and all, and the neighbor, his younger brother Johan, was coming across, his hand outstretched.  “You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I’ve said and done,” Johan smiled.  The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other’s hand.  They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.  “No wait,” they chimed in together.  Stay a few days.  We’ve a lot of other projects for you!”

“I’d love to stay on,” Angelis murmured quietly, “but I have so many more bridges to build.”

Jesus Christ said, “Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.” (Matthew 5:9)  Are you a fence-builder, or a bridge-builder?

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

CHOOSE WISELY



CHOOSE WISELY

Consider the following story and decide what attitude reigns in your life.

Jerry is the manager of a restaurant and he is always in a good mood.  When someone asks him how he is doing, he always replies: “If I were any better, I would be twins!” The waiters at his restaurant would gladly quit their jobs if he changed jobs, so they could follow him wherever he landed.

Why?  Because Jerry is a natural motivator.  If an employee is having a bad day, Jerry is always there, telling her how to look on the positive side of the situation.  Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and said: “I don't get it!  No one can be positive all of the time.  How do you do it?”

Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two choices today.  I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood.  I always choose to be in a good mood.  Every time something bad happens, I can choose to be victim or I can choose to learn from it.  I always choose to learn from it.  Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life.  I always choose the positive side of life.”

“But it’s not always that easy,” I protested.  “Yes it is,” Jerry said.  “Life is all about choices.  When you cut away all the junk, each situation is a choice.  You choose how you react to situations.  You choose how people affect your mood.  You choose a good mood or bad mood.  It’s your choice how you live your life!”

Several years later, Jerry accidentally did something you should never do in the business.  He left the back door of his restaurant wide open.  In the morning, he was robbed by three armed men.  As Jerry tried to open the safe, his hand trembled and slipped off the combination lock.  The robbers panicked and shot him.

Fortunately, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital.  After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was finally released from the hospital, but fragments of the bullets were still in his body.

I saw Jerry six months after the accident.  When I asked how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins!  Want to see my scars?”  I declined to look at his wounds, but did ask what went through his mind while the robbery took place.

“The first thing that went through my mind was I should have locked the door,” Jerry replied.  “Then, after they shot me and I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die.  I chose to live!”

“Weren't you scared” I asked?  Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great.  They kept telling me I was going to be fine.  But when they rushed me into the Emergency Room, I saw the expression on the faces of the doctors and nurses and got really scared.  In their eyes, I read ‘He's a dead man.’  I knew that I needed to take action.”

“What did you do?” I asked.  “Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry.  “She asked if I was allergic to anything.”  “Yes, to bullets!” I replied.  Over their laughter, I told them: “I choose to live!  Please operate on me as if I am alive…not dead.”

Jerry did live, thanks to God and the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.  I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or hate it.  The only thing that is truly yours – that no one can control or take from you – is your attitude, so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier.

My sister, my brother, your life is waitingchoose wisely!

Monday, March 4, 2013

A PSALM OF SUPPLICATION



A PSALM OF SUPPLICATION

Psalm 63

1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee.
Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.
Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me.
But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.
10 They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes.
11 But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that sweareth by him shall glory: but the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

Friday, March 1, 2013

WHAT DID YOU DO ALL DAY?



WHAT DID YOU DO ALL DAY?

This story is dedicated to the vast multitudes of women who work so incredibly hard, inside and outside the home, those whom we men (all too often) fail to truly value and faithfully appreciate.

John came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and candy wrappers strewn all around the front garden.

The door of his wife Valerie’s car was open, as was the front door to the house, and there was no sign of the dog.  Proceeding into the hall, John found an even bigger mess.  A lamp had been knocked over, and the rug was piled up against one wall.  In the family room, the television was loudly blaring The Cartoon Channel although no one was watching, and the room was loaded with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the refrigerator door was open wide, dog food was spread out on the floor, broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was blocking the back door.

John quickly raced up the stairs, navigating through more toys and clothes, desperately searching for his wife.  He was worried she might be ill, collapsed on the floor, or that some other serious thing had occurred.

This worried husband was met by a tiny trickle of water winding its way out of the bathroom door.  As he peered inside, he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn out over the floor.  Rolls of toilet paper lay in wet heaps and blue toothpaste had been smeared all over the mirror and sink.

Rushing to the bedroom, he found Valerie still curled up comfortably in bed, wearing her pajamas and casually reading a popular novel.  She looked up at him, smiled lazily, and asked how his day had been.

John gazed down at Valerie, quite bewildered, as he inquired firmly, “What happened here today?”

Valerie just grinned and responded, “John, you know how you come home from work every day and ask me sarcastically, ‘What in the world did I do all day long?’”

“Yes,” was John’s startled and sheepish reply.

Valerie answered, “Well, today…I just didn’t do it!”

Have a wonderful weekend women (men too)…and be continually blessed!