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A Wonderful Paradox

A real Christian is an odd character.

He feels supreme love for the One Whom he has never seen;

Talks familiarly every day to Someone he cannot see;

Expects to go to Heaven on the virtue of Another;

Empties himself in order to be full;

Admits he is wrong so he can be declared right;

Goes down in order to get up;

Is strongest when he is weakest;

Richest when he is poorest;

Happiest when he feels the worst.

He dies so he can live;

Forsakes in order to have;

Gives away so he can keep;

Sees the invisible;

Hears the inaudible;

And knows that which passeth understanding.


 A Letter To My Boss

I have enjoyed working here these past several years. You have paid me very well, given me benefits beyond belief. I have 3-4 months off per year and a pension plan that will pay my salary till the day I die and a health plan that most people can only dream about.

Despite this I plan to take the next 12-18 months to find a new position. During this time I will show up for work when it is convenient. In addition I fully expect to draw my full salary and all the other perks associated with my current job.

Oh yes, if my search for this new job proves fruitless, I will be back with no loss in pay or status. Before you say anything, remember that you have no choice in the matter I can and will do this.

Sincerely, Every Senator or Congressman running for re-election




The belief that there was nothing

and nothing happened to nothing

and then nothing magically

exploded for no reason, creating 

everything and then a bunch of 

everything magically rearranged 

itself, for no reason what so ever

into self replicating bits which 

then turned into dinosaurs.

Makes perfect sense.  


The Wooden Bowl…

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate all alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.  When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?”

Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.  The words so struck the parents so, that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening, the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.